The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-10-28

\QIMr aNa ANG it all.
Hmm, 0NgltNifi Marier, Pm
iWNHiIHiVattl II sick an tired
EiNifIthTfN sk-i III of this ever
aHlIlW U'I Eall t3N lasting palav-
erin about
RR women's work
never bein'
done, an SIGH nonsensel I'm blamed if
see why right smart woman can't
git her work done, an have an easy
time of 1t half of her time. Now. 1t 1
was q woman. I'd have some spunk
about me. and I'd do like"
'Now, John Phlatkins, you needn't
go about tellin' me how your mother
used to do, an all that, cause I've
heard the old lady say herself them
very same words, as is: "A woman's
work is never done tell she's in her
grave"
well, anyhow. Marier, I'm mighty
sure that If / was woman could do
your work an have a good. easy time
every day Of my life"
Il s'pose, then. Josh, you wouldn't
mind tryin' it awhile. bein' man?"
asked the wife. pausing In washing the
breakfast dishes. and glancing cynical
" to where her spouse sat smoking
corncob pipe, and looking through a
last months paper.
'sEh?" asked Josh, looking up.
She repeated her question.
I've thought Of that same thing my
SELF" he replied, ''only l didn't know
how you could git along with my work. I"
''Oh! you needn't worry yourself
about that, Josh. kin do your work
If you'll do mine"
Mrs. Phlatlxins felt safe in promising
this, for when Joshua was seized with
his semi-annua1 rheumatic" she had
had tho whole thing to attend to many
time. Josh seemed to forget this, in
his sudden solicitude for the welfare of
his business.
you'll have to hitch up. and be keer-
full with that off colt, cause he's skeery
of the railroad crossin. Be sure an
water them at Smiths well; an don't
let 'em drink too much. Take that but
ter to Squire Rubin's, an the punkins
to Jones', an the corn to Shears ware
house; an don't forgit to order bar'l
Of salt, Marier, an some bolts for that
machine"
"Oh. I'll remember everything" said
Mrs. Phlatkins. And now I'll tell You
your work for the day. You jest want
to finish these dishes first; then wash
out that basket of clothes an hang 'em
out to dry: scrub the floor an churn
that butter; it orto come quick to-day,
cause the creams just right. BY that
time the breadll be ready to bake; an
you might put on some beans and
squash an taters to cook at the same
time, for you and Dams dinner. After
you get the dinner things done you can
while you're resting, like, You might
mend that basketful of socks, and put
patch on Dams everyday pants. Then
you kin git supper. an I'll try to be
back in time to eat it, an I'll tell you
what to do next"
After giving these explicit directions,
Mrs. Phlatkins proceeded to do her hus-
bands errands in the town; while
Joshua began most systematically the
perior tact.
The washing was done in no time,
and the clothes all hung on the liue in
good array. To be sure, he did not
rinse nor wiring them; but these opera
tons were only consumers of time, any
way; and they looked beautiful as they
waved their bright blue (albeit striped)
folds in the sunlight.
1t seemed all foolishness to let tho
might just as well be in baking.
"I'll just put it in now, with the other
things. an build up good hot fire, an
by the time git this butter churned
the whole balsin' will be done, an
everything" thought Josh; so he built
a roaring fire. and went merrily to his
churning. After bobbing the dasher
the churn to see how things were pro-
crossing in there.
At that exact moment there arose a
dreadful screechipg in the back yard.
THAT blamed hawk after them
chickens again!" muttered Joshua.
dropping the dasher and making dive
for his old smooth bore, which con-
tanned good charge of fine shot. for
use on such occasions.
Pushing toward the barn yard he es-
pied large hawk just rising with one
Of his most promising young pullets,
while all the other P. Y. P.'s were
rending the air with their shrieks and
"ker-dawcuts
Bang! Down dropped the pullet with
a thud and a ''kuck!" which was her
last word to her sisters Down went
Joshua with an "Ohv' and Ididn't-
sort Of expression
on his phiz. Up went the hawk TO cir
Gle in the air, hungry as ever. but none
the worse for his great scare.
Thus it was that, when Joshua re-
turned to the house. he found the fire
waning: after renewing it, he recon-
menced his churning
Wonderful. | never heerd Marier
say that butter would churn itself"
muttered Mr.. Phlatkins. peering into
the churn, where the cream was in a
state of strange weird agitation !
Reaching in with his hand TO see what |
might be the cause of the odd phe-
his flesh came in contact |
with splinter. After fishing few
he drew forth the strsngest |
looking specimen CT butter ever /
This roll of butter said. in
queer. gurgling voice: "Me-vouwr' !