The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1853-02-15
The Reign Of Pstticoats.

"Timothy Brown, stand up" said bis Honor
the Mayor, while tryirg the watchhouse cases
this morning, TO slim, nervous looking crea-
ture in the prisoners dock.
TiTo:hy stood up, but instead of casting his
eyes towards the Mayor, he kept them fixed
upon short and som ewhat corpulont lady,
with hil h y fgurel shawl thrown over her
rather broad shoulders and bonnet covered
of flowers upon her head, who sat on, tho op-
posite side of tho court room. AT tho tifhc
Mr. Browns name was called sho was en-
gagged in packing sundry Iitte articles in n
highly ornamented reticule As he raised
his body, however, she raised her head. and
their eyes met. A kick from horse could not
have shocked Timothy moro severely, for ho
certainly would have fallen had not his hands
nervously grasped the ratings of tho dock
"Mr. Brown said the Mayor, "yot are
charged with abusing your wife,
"Yes-thats tho charge replied tho lady
we have mentioned rising and making n cur
tesy, "for may it please your Honor, am his
better balf'
"HOs he becn abusing you, madam
"I-I-I-never-did stammered Brown,
as She
"Mr. Brown" cried Mrs. b., stamping her
foot upon the floor. which apparently chi lied
the heart of her husband? MIR. Brown, will
/ YOU hold your peace while | am speaking
Remember, sir, that wc are not now alone in
our domicil, where peace once reigncd supreme
but which alas! is now the abode of misery -
stand now under tho protection of the law,
and justice. with her blinded eyes and uner-
ring sword, shall decide the differences bo.
tween u.s."
"Mary, for Heavens sake, don't"
"Mr. Brown, hold thy peace; you arc pris-
oner: prisoners are not allowed TO speak"
c,i1 tln sf.l.. L.
band with abusing you-did he strike you:'
"No, sir-that he dare not do. Strike me:
Let him ever attempt that. if he wished tho
broon-handle broken over his head"
"In what manner, thon, did no abuse YOU
must know this before can further proceed
with the cause"
"Pleaso your Honor TREMENDOUSLY said
Brown. IL can tell you all"
Mister Brown ,ciH you be scntr Interrupt
ted Mrs. b., with another stamp of her foot,
which effectualy stopped the tongue of her hu,.
band. Then turning to the Mayor. she said
"That man, sir was once he idol of my heart
believed that, he loved me at the time, but
Heaven knows, sir, have found my mistake.
He is tailor by trade, sr--a journeynian tail
or AS good tailor as ever stitched pair Of
pants-but il profits me nothing now. What is
husband your Honor, without affection, which
is tho admiration Of our sex-th, aims of our
hearts enjoyment
"Afary! Mary! do lovo you" criod Brown.
"You once did Timothy you once did. but
you do not now. My heart is shrouded i'm
darkncss, Timothy-back. dismal darkness
"Will you please tell mo, madam, in what
manner your husband assaulted your in
quired the Mayor, now growing impatient.
"Oh, pardon me, SIR replied Mrs. B.. "but
my troubles SO distract my mind. that know
not what say. Timothy, you will ono day
repent all this Horc Mrs. b. rested her fore
head upon her hand for a minute, as if in deep
study, and then addressed the Mayor as fol-
lows.
II will tell you all though shame pafch my
lips, l have told you we were once happy, but
change in his habits has ruined our peace
For your better understanding. allow mo to
say, women naturally yearns to disseminate
good among the children of Eve. Her heart.
naturally moro refined than mans seeks to
penetrate the rocesses of darkness. and shed
righteous light upon poor humanity. am
woman, and have the feelings of a woman, and
therefore seek to aid with my feeble powers,
tho various reforms which now agi,ato tho
world. Ihave attached myselfto sewing So
cIety for tho relief of distressed eniiffants, the
members of which meet
ITO talk about other peoples business, sly
ly whispered Brown.
AT Mrs. Smiths every Tuesday evening.
and am bound TO attend 1t. lam also mem,
Der of the Ladies' Society for the Diffusion''-
"Of domestic discord," agaia whispered
SEQ that the important interests of tho As
soc'at'on arc not neglected. My Friday evc- |
ning are spent at Squire Hills, making
"Mischief among neghbors," said Brown.
CiothIng for tho suffering Heather. Eve.
ry Saturday evening, tho Married womans |
Deosting Society meets. and Monitress. 1t de- |
mands my attention sbovs"-
your domestic dusjes," happily whispered