The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-05-13

emSelveS after they once gifts started
"How are you goin' to live with 'em.
them" Cephas inquired. looking up
with interest coupled with some I'm
credulity.
"Let them do the trainin'," respond
ed his father. peacefully putting out
the words with his pipe between his
lips. Some OF ems mild and gentle
In discipline. like Parson Boone's wife
or Mis- Timothy Grant. and others il
strict and firm like your mother and
Mis- Abel Day. II you happen TO git
the first kind. why. do as they tell you,
and thank the Lord faint any worse
II you git the second kind Jest let em
put the blinders on you and trot as
straight as you know how. without
shyin' nor kickin' over the traces. nor
boltin', cause they've got control o.
the bit and faint no use fghtin' ag'in'
their superior strength. So fur as you
can judge. in the early stages o. the
game, my SON which amt very fur
which kind have you picked outT'
! Cephas whitfield on for some mo
ments without word. but finally. with
sigh drawn from the very toes Of
| his boots. he responded gloumily:
( "She's awful spunky, the girl Is: any.
body can see that: but she's n yolng
thing. and thought bein' married
would kind O. tame her Gown
"You can see how much marriage
has tanned your mother down." observ-
ed Uncle Bart dlspassionately How
somever. though your mother can't be
called tame. she's got her good p'ints,
for she's always to he counted on. The
great thing In life. as take 1t. Cephas,
Is TO know exactly what to expect
Your mothers gen'ally credited with
an onsartin temper, but folks does her
great injustice IN so thinkin'. for In a
long experience I've seldom come
across temper less onsartin than
your mothers. You know exactly
where to find her every rnornin' at
sunup and every night at shutdown
There amt nothin' you can do to put
her out O. temper. cause she's all out
aforehand. You can Jest go about
your regular business 'thout any fear
Of dlsturbin her any further than she's
disturbed Already. which Is consid'ra-
BILE. l don't mind II a mite nowadays,
though. after forty years OF It. 1t
would kind o gall me to keep a Study
watch OF a females disposition day by
day, wonderin' when she was goin' to
have tantrum. A tantrum once a
years an awful upsettin' kind OF a
thing In a family, my son. but a tan
trum every twenty-four hours Is Jest
part o. the days work" There was a
moments silence, during which Uncle
Bart pulled his pipe and Cephas whit
tied. after which the old man contin-
ued: Then II you happen to marry a
temper like your mothers, Cephas,
look what a pow'ful worker you gen.
ally get! Look at the way they sweep
an dust an scrub an clean! Watch
'em when they go at the dish washin'
an how they whack the rollin' pin an
maui the eggs an heave the wood into
the stove an slat the flies out o. the
house! The mild and gentle ones like
ly enough will be settin' In the kitchen
rocker readin' the almanac when there
amt no wood In the kitchen box, no
doughDuts In the crock. no pies on the
swing shelf In the cellar an the young
ones goin' round without a second
shift to their backs!'
Cephas' mind was far away during
this philosophical dlssertatio on the
ways OF women lie could see only a
sunny head fairly rioting with curls. q
pair or eyes that held his like magnets,
although they never gave him a glance
OF love; smile that lighted the world
far better than the sun. a dimple into
which his heart fell headlong when
ever he looked at II
You're right, father; faint no use
kickin' agin EN-" he said as he rose
20 his feet preparatory 10 opening the
Baxter store. when | said that bout
forgot the one I've picked out. I'm
considerin' several, but the one | IA.
yor most-well. believe she'd Ore up
at the first sight o. trainln', and that's
the gospel truth
"Considerin several, be you, Ce-
phasT laughed Uncle Bart. "Well
all ] hope is that the one you favor
most-the girl you've asked once
a'ready-is considerin your
Cephas went TO the pump and, wet
| ting a large handkerchief, put II in
the crown Of his straw hat aud saun
tered out into the burning heat OF the
open road between his fathers shop
and Deacon BaXter's store.
Il shan't ask her the next time TN
this hot spells over" he thought, "anl
| won't do II in that dodgasted Old
store agin, neither. ! amt 50 tongue