Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-07-11
n the country; You should have awaited the

the country. You should have awaited the
return of the lilacs."
Don't talk to me of il, cried Boniface
1t Is caprice of my wife. | no longer re-.
cognlze her, and | fear it is the beginning of
alienation of mind l am in great anxiety.
Come then, this morning, and, under some
preteXt or other. try to feel her pulse to see if
she has any fever"
VERY well" said the doctor, 81 will go"
Some hours after the doctor went to his house,
and whilst Bonface, to please his wife, took
rake and made believe to smooth the walks, he
went up to the parlor and found Michette oc
cupied in reading book with yellow cover
that she Immediately hid in the drawer of a
little table placed before her.
81 come to see you as a neighbor and
friend, said he; land from your fresh face
do not suppose shall have any other visits to
make"
Who knows 2" answered Michette owe
poor women-are we not always delicate be.
ings %
Come, come" said the doctor, Gin general
have ten patients among the men to one wo-
man"
THAT is nothing, doctor; that is nothing.
Reflect upon our organization"
The doctor looked at her with an astonshed
air, and then said
You have there some very pretty cuffs
Did you embroider them %
Yes, DOCTOR" and she extended her pretty
little hand for him to admire her work.
He took her baud and kept it few minutes,
pralsing her for her skill in the art of EN-.
broidery, with the air of veritable Tartuffe
but 1t was only for him an opportunity to feel
her pulse-an excellent pulse.
where, then, is your husband" said the
doctor, as if he had not seen him."
"ln the garden, learning to work. ALI
doctor, my husband is no gardener"
HE can become one, said the doctor "Be-
sides your husband has other qualities"
"Alas" replied Michette, signing. "He is
not initiative; he is unable to create me-"
But" said the doctor, at seems to me that
you are very prettily created already, and that
he would only spoil so perfect work"
Gallantry, doctor, gallantry on your part;
husband ought to create his wife. The in
tellectual creature, that is his duty"
The doctor regarded her again with sur
priced look; and descended to the garden,
shaking his head.
"Well? said Boniface, resting upon his
rake, what do you think of my wife's state ="
''Her pulse is good" said the doctor; "phy.
may have read some mystical books. When
| arrived she hid a certain volume with yell
low cover"
"Ah! book of Micheet's" said Boniface,
"Michelet is historian, a man of sci ,nce.
There is no danger there"
Perhaps" said the physician, "but ad-
wise you to manage to engage your wife in
some distractions.
The Mayor of Romanville gives soirie on
Sunday, you will be invited. Constrain her
to come, it is necessary. Use your authority.
Solitude is not good for her"
Upon this he left Boniface, just as the fat
tbo lotto +o;, Fro, e..
Mayor of Romainvie for his soirie.
Boniface went up stairs again 10 Michette,
and showed her the Mayors invitation, re-
marking that it would be unbecoming not to
accept 1t, and that they could not disregard
entirely all the requirements of society.
Mchette did not refuse it. On the contra.
ry, she seemed very pleased, and Boniface
was enchanted to find her SO well disposed to
return to the world.
AT last, thought he, she returns to reason.
Sunday morning Richette made preparations
for her toilette, with certain gazette and talk
ed of the style of head-dress that she should
adopt for the evening-long curls q Ia NtnOn.
"Ah " said Bonitace, "there must be some
hairdresSers at Romainville, l shall 60 and try
to find one"
Beware of that" cried Michette eff
Romainville irdreSser touches my hair"
"But who will dress it, then!
"You."
81, indeed Do know"
"a husband ought to know everything" in
terrupted she, "and | shall be happy and proud
to have my hair dressed by you"
"But, my dear"
at is understood Its not difficult will
teach you to put in papers, and to use the iron.
good husband ought to be his wife's Golf
eur"
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