Crossville chronicle. [volume] (Crossville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-04-04
REVOLT IN KITCHEN
WHY MR.. GUNNEY WAS EATING
CRACKERS AND CHEESE.
Unlike Most Husbands, However, He
Was Willing to Admit That His Bet
ter Half Really Had Some Good
Reason to Be Mad.

"BaSSett." requested Mr.. Quincy.
leaning over the counter of the general
store, II wish you'd give me bout
cents with of cheese. You needn't
wr0p it up" he went on as Mr.. Rassett
reached for the twine. 81 expect to
eat it right here, If you don't mind the
crumbs"
Caleb Peaslee. watching placidly,
turned to air. Quincy.
Amt that kind of light diet for
you, Obed?". he asked. Wife amt
left We. has she?"
Mr.. Quincy shifted his feet and red
dened perceptibly.
Wal, yes he admitted, Il dknOw
but We could call it that. She's gone
over to Dedham for the day"
"She didn't leave great sight of
grub cooked up" he said, "if you're
down to crackers and cheese already.
What you ben doin', ObedF
Obed looked at Caleb with whim-
steal smile.
TWAS my fault. Caleb" he admit
ted sheepishly. land now Pm gettin'
paid out for it,
"PrObly 1t was six months agony
wife says twas. hut it don't seem
nothin' like that long ago to me-that
she begun to poster me bout tiXin' the
kitchen chimley. She claimed it didn't
draw AS it ought to, and, to be honest,
there were times when ii smoked con-
sid'able. But you know how it's.
man does the work that seems to be
crowdn' him wust. and let's the rest go
with lick and promise-and in this
case bout all the Chimley got was the
promise.
Course I was cal'Iatin' to fix it when
got round to ii, but 1t was one of
them jobs that seems 'sif they can be
done bout as well one time as another,
and fnly my wife quit talkin bout 1t,
and let ii 60 out of my mind COM
plete.
II noticed from time to time that
when she'd be coOkin' and / was round
the kitchen she'd be kind Of short and
curt with me, and her mouth would be
shut sort of tight; but that amt on
common with most women, and it's
better to let 'em alone at such times,
I've found.
II s'pose what brought things to a
head was my goin' off with Ben Somers
I suppose l might jest as
well and better been at home fixin' that
as l told you, since she quit
talkin' bout it, | amt thought of it
this mornin', and they only made her
madden.
"'Wal,' s'she. you pay heed to what |
say this time, for it's my last word. |
"There was food 'nOugh cooked this |
nornin' for one persons breakfast she |
says, bitin' the words off short, and 1 |
IT 1t myself. What you're goin' to do
for breakfast / don't know, but l amt |
5Oin' to get 1t for you-not on that
stove, with the chimley in the shape
t Is now!
"Tm goin' to get ready now s'she,
and go over to Dedham for the day.
III be back tonight and if by that time
you've got that chimley fixed, we'll and
,ood. But she says, with her mouth
'hut tighter'n airy bear trap you ever
Zee, mot one spoonful Of victuals do I
'oOk over that stove till it Is fixed
md you can lay your mind to that!
"And with that" continued Mr.. Gun
ley gloOmily, "off she went and make
10 doubt she was in the right ont"
He rose and brushed the cracker
rumbs from his lap.
II guess I'd better be gettin' back to
york on that chimley," he remarked;
nd Bassett and Mr.. Peaslee grinned
n sympathy.-YOuth's Companion.