The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1859-09-14

"Arc yoh awdfe, Mr.. Skinflint that yo,t
rocked on the baby's fingers? Have you
the audacity, you insolent brute; to call my
child . squalEng brat because she is cryings
I'll let you know, sir, that l am not to bt
insulted by any such .epithcts, for an insult
to my babe is an Insult to its mother? You
don't deserve to have any children, Mr.:
Skinf1iht; you should have died an old,
withered, drawn up, miserly bachelor.--
You are not worthy Of stich ali affectionatc
wife!
"Me angfy, Mr.. skinaints Ne angry:
I never was calmcf In my life its you who
are excited, and yet you sit there as un-
moved as if the poor darling baby was not
running her lungs by her agoni1ng screams,
"You will leave the house, will tbt; If +
don't hush? You are afraid to leave it, sir;
If . friend should meet you and enquire after
your wife and the angel baby, whom you
have just designated as brat, you would
not dare to look him in the face.
did you say d--n the child, Mr.. Skin;
flint? Oh, you brittle! You ill-defined
semblance Of humanity! I'll tell my pa
rents how their grandchild has been impi-
ously cursed by an inhuman father. They
will see, sir, whether I am to be treated iit
this outrageous manner. 'llhave divorce
tomorrow.
"You would be happy to crafty me,
would you? Then, sir, I'll not sue for one;
just for spite. I'll live with you till my dy-
ing day!
"Did you say, sir, you hope it will come
soon? 1t shall not come soon! T"l live
to see you buried, and I'll plant a burning
bush over your grave. I'll build brick
pyramid over you, sir, SO you cannot come
up at the resurrection. never Want to sec
your face again
"Our poor, dear infant is absolutely suf-
fering for tooth rihg but you wont buy
it; you carry five cent piece in your pock-
ct Until the Goddess of Liberty looks like a
skeleton. The other day you refused John
ny cent with which to buy slate pencil.
Let him borrow one,' says you. Perhaps
you wouldn't object to him stealing one?
1t is of no importance to you if the cent is
only saved. Mr.. Skinfint, you are the
mcanest man alive! You would FRY cut
musquitoes' eyes to furnish oil for your
lamps. You found four oyster shells in the
slop bucket, and came into my room, AVA
king the blessed baby with your eternal
complaints about e&tfavagaHce. -
You haven't got money? It's a lie, Mr..
Skinfint! Where are the $4,000 which
my generous father gave you as my dowry?
"Out at interest, are theys We'll, Who
gets the interest? It does not come into
this ho1se. If I ask for gingham apron,
you whine about poverty; if l mention a
new silk-I've worn my faded one for five
years-you have spasmodic collapse in
your pockets. Your fingers are all SCARED,
sir, where the tightly pinched eagles on the
half dollars bit you. You squeeze new
cent, sir, until you could hear the Indian
yell mile.
"DA yot call ME liar, Mr.. Skinfinty
To be called liar by brute of husband
in my own room This is intolerable-
yes, sir, abominable! I'll send for my
brother and have him punch you.
Don't call me excited, sir; it's enough
to arottse any unprotected female! You
think because the law makes me your pro-
perty, that I am to be kicked about as you
please. But will not suffer it, sir, l will
resort to the Indiana Legislature; I'll have
a divorce the children will cling to their
much abused ma; PHI
At this juncture Mr.. 8. put on his hat
and left the house; while Mrs. s. quieted
the unueaned cause of all this disturbance
by resort to the usual remedy.