Crossville chronicle. [volume] (Crossville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-06-06
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 a
pound of crackers and mebbe five
cents with of cheese. You needn't
wrop it up" he went on as Mr.. Bassett
reached for the Irvine. II expect to
eat it right here. if you don't mind the
crumbs"
Caleb Peasiee. 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 d'know
but We could call it that. She's gone
over to Dedham for the day"
she didn't leave a great sight of
grub cooked up" he said, eff you're
down TO crackers and cheese already.
What you ben dom, Obed?"
Obed looked at Caleb with a whim-
steal smile.
"'Twas my fault, Caleb" he admit
ted sheepishly, land now I'm gettin'
paid out for It,
"Prob'ly it was six months agony
wife says twas, hut ii don't seem
nothin' like that long ago to me-that
she begun to poster me bout tXin the
kitchen chimley. She claimed 1t didn't
draw rs it ought to, and, to be honest
hon Smnl-n6
sid'able. But you know how tits. A
man does the work that seems to be
crowdin him wust. and lets the rest go
with Il lick and promise-and In this
case bout all the chimley got was the
promise.
"Course ! was cal'lntn' to fix it when
got round to IT, but 1t was one of
them jobs that seems 'sif they can he
done bout as well one time as another,
and finly my wife quit talkin' bout it,
and l let it go 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 n
head was my gOin' off with Ben SOmers
yesterday. / suppose l might jest as
well and better been at home fiXin' that
as I told you, since she quit
talkin' bout it, | amt thought Of 1t
| told her them very words
this mornin and they only made her
madder
oval s'she. you pay heed to what
say this time. for it's my last word.
"'There was food 'nough cooked this
mornin' for one persons breakfast, she
says, bitin' the words off short, and l
ct it myself. What you're goin' to do
for breakfast | don't know, but | amt
goin' to get it for you-not on that
stove, with the chiInley in the shape |
It Is now
I'm goin' to get ready now s'she,
and 20 over to Dedham for the day. |
ri be back tonight. and if by that time
you've got that chimley fixed, well and |
good. But she says, with her mouth |
shut tighter'n airy bear trap you ever |
see. mot one spoonful Of vlctuals do |
.OOk over that stove till it is fixed
md you can lay your mind to thatr
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.