Evansville weekly journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 184?-18??, 1848-06-29
GOING TO HOUSEKEEPING,
BY JACOB JONES.

by JACOB JONES.
YOU'RE the most provoking man | ever
saw in my life. So you must be handling
The smoke beef, and the crackers, and the
toast. to Miss Blink, and must smile and SIM
per at everything she said at the table to-
night, when you know that it was only yes
to-day that she told me that my new silk
dress was rather skimp in the skirt. Let me
tell you, Mr.. Jones, you have very sheep
ish look when you are trying TO make your
self agreable.'
.Don'i dear me. If husband sights a
wife in public, VIVA, can she expect from
strangers?'
Knowing from past experience that it
would be Impossible to get The advantage of
Mary Catharine in argument, | drew off my
bools-put on pair of sophisticated my
self in an arm chair-drew the lamp to-
wards me, End made desperate All Tempt to
be deeply interested in The newspaper Of
he preceding day. This seeming lndffer-
ence but added fuel TO the flame; and the
comparisons which were drawn for my spe
ciaI benefit, by my affectionaie but some
what excitabIe wire will doubtless suggest
themselves to such of the readers of the Ga
zeiie as have been fully initiated into the
mysteries of the married life. But Mary
Catharine has heart-large, warm, true,
and easily worked upon and know how
and when 10 touch ii. My head dropped IA
lnlle, and just such sigh escaped me as
might have emanated from some poor wretch
who had lost father m0iher-brOlhers-
sisters indred-friends- had been
left hopeless and forsaken. like one of By
ron's heroes OF ''dark imaginings" | knew
that my wfe's heart was touched--and that,
like The rock after it had been smote by Aa
ron's rod, streams OF releniing love would
gush forth with connubal lloeralty.
Mister jones' No answer jacob [stll
no answerl Dear Jacob
The last was irresistible. looked up,
and saw paro btighi. blue eyes, 'glstenng
with love aud asking for forgiveness as plain
ly as pair Of bright, blue eyes could sue
for peace and pardon. The reader, if mar
red, can readily imaging what ensned.
'Ah, Jacob, know was wrong TO talk
the way did--but this boarding is enough
to ruin the best temper in The world. No,
thing to do--nohing TO occupy the mind
withholding to look forward lo--confned
to your bed room from weeks end to weeks
end---and forever eating salt mackereI
will soon become like Lots wife,
i am glad you mentioned the subject, my
DEAR replied, 'ior | have been think
ing seriously to-day, Of going 10 house.
keeping
Like all borders, visions OF elegantly fur
nished houses, well stocked larders, sleep
inviting touches, and deleciable cooks, had
line and again danced wildly in the magi-
nation Of my wife; but the bare idea that
these conjured up by the deIirium
of boarding-house mania-were likely 10 be
realized, and may be sooner than she expect
ed, sci Mary Calharine halt wild. She
sprung towards me, and before had time To
make the slightest preparation, a pair of
warm lips pressed mine with a vigor and
suddenness that sent my spectacles fly
ing.
sDon't deny il, Jacob. knew you had
something on your mind, the moment
you came home. Do tell me all about
it-iIat's dear, kind, good, old hus-
band.'
'Bal have nothing TO tell you
Haven't you been looking at housel'
i have.'
Haven't you been pricing furnture?'
Il have
Il knew It'll knew il Putme in house
Of my own, jacob, and | would be the hap
piesi creature and the bes, wife in the
world, would let you sinoke in the par
lor-have as much company as you liked
sleep in bed in the morning, just as long as
you wanted-and never would ask you c
get up in The middle of The night 10 see il
the stove wanted more coll. DO let us live
in Chesnut street,
'Chesnut sireet?' inteuogalively echoed
with look of horror. Don't you know
Mrs Jones, iha, my income is exactly Sl2
90 year and don't you know that if
took a house in Chestnut street, three
fouribs of that income would be consumed
for rent?'
What say you 10 Spruce sIreei?'
snpossble.'
'Walnut?'
Il NO
sPine?'
! mo-
sArch?'
NO.
You needn't say another word Jacob.
f know by your looks, that you have made VI
your mind 10 go into some mean, shabby dis
Reputable neighborheod.'