A Ezusband,s Confession.
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never undertook bu, once, to set at naught the authority of my wife. You know her

 way-cool, quiet, but determined as ever

 grew. Just after we were married, and all

 was doing nice and cozy, she got me in the

 habit of doing all the churning. She never ked me to do it. you know, but then she why Ii was dcne Ust ln lhIs way. She iiaished breakfast rather before me one morn

 ing. and slipping away from the table, she

 filled the churn with cream, and sat II just where l couldn't help seeiug what she wan ted. 50 took hold regularly enough, and churned u!l the butter come. She didn't thank me, but looked so nice and sweet about

 II, that felt we'll paid. Well, when the next churniug day came along, she dd the same thing, and followed sull and fetched the butter. Again and again it was done just so, and was regularly in for II every time

 Nota word said, you know, ol course Well, by and bye. ins began 10 be rather

 rksome. wanted she should just ask me, but she never did, and couldn't say any thing about It to save my life, and so on we went Al last made resolve that would not churn another iime, unless she asked me. Churning day came, aud when my breakfast

 --she always got nice breaklasts--when thai was swallowed. there stood the churu. got up, and standing few minutes, just ta give her chance, put on nsy hat and walk ed out doors. sloppe;i ia the yard to give her ume 10 call me, but not word said she, and so, with palpilating heart, moved on, welt down town. up town, and all over Il tt. If Noah's dove. fell as if had done a wrong --l didn't exactly feel how--bul there was an ndescrIbabIe sensation of guilt resting upon me all the forenoon. Ii seemed as if dinner time never would come. aud as for going home one ninute before dinner, would as soon have my ears of . So lwenl ireitlng and moplng ai ionnd town Ill dinner hour came. Home l went, feeling very much as criminal must when the jury IS out, aa- wing m their hands his desliny-lile or death. couldn't make up my mind exactly how she would meet me, but some kind of storm lexpeeted. Will you believe it?--she never greeted me with sweeler smile, never had better dinner for me than on that day; felt coniouHdeGly cut, and every mouthful oi that dinner seemed as if ii would choke me. She didn't pay any regard 10 il, how ever, hut went on just as If nothing had hap pened. Before dinner was over had again resolved, aRdshoyng back my chair, l march ed to inc ehurn aa.i went ai 1t, just ia the old way. Splash, drip, rattle, splash, drip, raIle

 -t kept IL up. As fl ln spile, the butter was nevc. so long coming. isupposed the cream, standing so long, had got warm, so redou- bled my efforts. Obstinate mat.er-the af- ierRoon wore away while 1 was chuSning, l paused al last, from real exhaustion, when she spoke for the irs, time;-.Cone, Tom. my dear,. .you have raiiled that bzsier- milk quite long enough, if it's only for fun you are do ng it''' knew i,.,sf il was, in flash She iiaA 0Tousas me oustes la lhe losenoon, and Jeff the ohurn standing win the butter milk in, for me to exercise with. never sci up fos myself m household matters, after that Barre Gazette.