The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1859-04-06
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the N. Y. Sunday Times.
THE 9TUBBIN8 PAPERS,
NUMBER TWO.

NVAO6H T"O.
1t is not one thing that that migrate
full Stubbins does to aggravate me. it is
everything. Not content with doing all
he can to shock my sense of propriety
and my love Of all that is delicate, and
elegant. and genteel-all that belongs to
the ton. you know-but he must encour-
age his vulgar relations to come and
shock 'em too. I've always told him
what would come of old Aunt Toodle's
visits. Time and again I've said to him
-'Stubbins. some day that woman will
say something that will be the death of
me. Some day she will tell everything
right before some one, / warn you.'-
Yes, I've spoken those very words to
that insensate man twenty times if l
have once. But he has always answer-
when he was poor boy, and was good
friend to US when We began life, { which
was true enough, for where we should
have been if she had not started Sub
bins in business I don't know, and that
her visits to his home should not be
discouraged. Yes. he absolutely said
to me. his lawful spouse. the violent
words should not ; and such is the vim
dictive fury Of his temper, aud the SUBJ
missive mildness of mine, that ! never
have attempted to resist. ~
All Ian angelic disposition is not al
ways blessing. As dear Anna Mug
gins said the last time she vas here.
What you have to bear. mum. is awful,
and how you does it l doesn't know. but
you bears it like a saint And that is
true. And the worst things l have to
bear are Aunt Toodels's dreadful visits.
II l could keep her in the basement or in
my bedroom | wouldn't care |; but Stub
bins will have her in the parlor, and
once. when he found out about my tell
ing Mrs. Tiptop that she was a sister of
the cook. he was absolutely in a passion.
I'm sure it was cook who ought to
have been angry, for I knoV his sister
wouldn't wear such bonnet as Aunt
Toodles does on Sunday. .,~
Well. only last Monday, Mrs. Fitz-
jersey and her two daughters drove to
the door in their splendid new turnout,
with a pair of elegant high-spirited hor-
ses and coachman and footman in full
livery, and Mrs. Fit1jersey's own maid
inside to carry the poodle. Of course
l was very we'll pleased that the neigh
bors should see such an equipage stand
ing before our door and as Ihad Just
put on my new moire antique robe.
which becomes me to q fault a. Mad
anne Lestrange says. / was delighted that
they had called. We had chatted away
for some time. and I was just telling
Mrs. .Fi,sjelsey how my friends were
among the very first aristocracy. and
how they had disinherited me for mar
rying Stubbins-not that it was 90, you
know, but when one Of my imaginative
temperament gets to telling of the past,
they can't help saying whatever comes
uppermost, you know-well, I was Just
telling all this to Mrs. Fitzjersey. when
Pompey, our colored man. flung the
parlor door open. and there stood Mrs
Toodles. lemon-colored shawl. blue cot.
ton umbrella. red cap strings. green
muslin delaine dress, leather boots, and
all. / thought ! should have dropped
But it was too late to do anything then
50 I whispered to Mrs. Fitsjerssy tha
she was distant relation Of Stubbins
very rioh, but exceedingly eccentric, and
we were obliged to humor her. and wen
forward and shook hands with the bes
grace could muster. Then, though
saw Mrs. Fitzjersey stared good dea
at the lemon -eolored shawl and the rec
cap strings. / thoaghs that no partioulal
harm was done if / could only keep Aun
Toodles from talking and letting ou
family secrets which she is prone 70 do
while the Fitzjersey's were there-for
had told them she was very wealthy
land there is something in the wore
wealth which seems to gloss over al
manner of oddities. and make what VI
would call vulgarity in any other, ner
pardouabls eccentricity in its possessor
So, under pretencs Of making her com
Portable, got Aunt Toodles into al
arm-chai at one end of the room. an,
offered to play one Of those nice ittl
things from the last opera-for l knew
no one could talk while that was goin.
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