Weekly Trinity journal., 1860-02-11
rsr. Caudic loses n SHIRT Buuon.

There, Mr.. Caudle hope you're in a little
better temper than you were this morning? There
Won needn't begin to whistle people don't
come to bed to whistle. But it's like you. cant
speak that you don't try TO insult me. Once,
uss to say, you were the best creature living
now, you get quite iend. IA let you rest
No, | won't let YOU rest. rs the only time
have to talk to you, and you shall hear me. | m
put upon all day long it's very hard il eau
speak u word Mt night aud it ism often open
my mouth, goodness knows
Because once in your lifetime your shirt wanted
a button you almost swear the roof off the house
You didnf swear? IIa, Mr. Caudle you don't
know what you do when you're in passion. You
were not in n passion, wcr mt you? Well, then,
| don't know what q passion s--and think |
ought by this time. I've lived long enough with
you, Mr.. Caudlc, to know that
It's pity you havnt something worse to com
plain of than button off your shirt If you'd
some wives, you would, know. I'm sure Pm
never without a ncedle-and thread in my hand.
What with you and the children, IN made II
perfect slave Of And what's my thanks? Why
if once in your life buttons off your shirt
what do you cry oh at? say once Mr. Caudle;
or twice or three times, at most. I'm sure Cau'
die, no mans buttons in the world are better
looked after than yours. only wish I'd kept
the shirt Won had when you were first married!
should like to know where were your buttons
then?
Yes, it rs worth talking Of But that's how
vou always try TO put me- down. You fly tato
rage, and then if only try to speak, You won't
hear me. That's how you men always will have
all the talk to yourselves poor woman isn t
allowed to get q word ill.,
nice notion you have of wife, 10 suppose
she's nothing to think of but her husbands but
tons. A pretty notion, indeed, you have of mar
riage. IIa il poor women only knew what they
had to 90 through What with buttons, and ono
Il ia hon al 4
up to the best man in the world, I'm sure. What
would they do, Mr. Candle? Why, do much bet
ter without you, I'm certain.
And it's my belief after ALL that the button
wasn't Off the shirt it's my belief that you
pulled it of, that you might have something TO
talk about. Oh you're aggravating enough,
when you like, for anything All know is, it's
very odd that the button shonld be off the Shirt
for I'm sure no womans greater slave to her
husbands buttons than am. only say, it's
very odd.
However there's one comfort it can't last
long. I'm worn TO death with your temper, and
sha'n't trouble You great while. lla, you may
laugh! And dare say you would laugh! I've
no doubt of il That's your love that's your
feeling! know that I'm sinking every day,
though | say nothing about it. Aud when I'm
gone, we shall see how your second wife will look
after your buttons You'll dad out the dinerncs
then Yes, Caudc, you'll think of me, then for
them hope, you'll never have blessed button
10 your back
No. I'm not vindictive woman, Mr. Caudle.
nobody ever called me that, but you. What do
yoa say Nobody ever know so much OF me?
That's nothing at all to do with it. lIa ! /
wouldn't have Your aggravating temper, Candle.
for mines Of gold. It's good thing I'm not as
worrying Il. you arc--or q nice house therc'd be
between us. | only wish you'd had wife that
tcouii have talked to you! then you'd have known
the difference Bat you impose upon me, because
like poor fool | say nothing | should be
ashamed Of myself CaudIe.
And pretty example you set as father
You'll make ynnr boys as bad as yourself Talk.
ing as you did all breakfast time about your but
tons And Of II Sunday morning tool And you
call yourself Crstian should like to know
what your boys will say of you when they grow
up? And all about paltry button of one of
your Wristbands decent man wouldn't have
mentioned it, Why won't | hold my tongue,
Because | won't hold my tongne. I'm to have
my peace OF mind destroyed I'm to be worried
into my grave for miserable shirt-button, and
I'm to hold my tongue! On but that's just like
you men
But know what III do for the future. Every
button you have may drop of, and | won't so
much as put thread TO 'em. And should like
to know what you'll do then? Oh, you must get
somebody else to sew 'em, must you That's
pretty threat for husband TO hold out to wife
Aud to such wife as I've been, too such a
negro slave to your buttons, as may say Some
body else to sew 'em, he No, Caudle, no not
while I'm alive When I'm dead-and with
what have to bear there's no knowing how soon
that may be-when I'm dead, say-ob, what a
brute you must be to snore SO
You're not snoring la that's what you al-
ways say but that's nothing to do with it. You
must get somebody else to sew 'cm, must you?
lla! | shoudn't wonder llo, no! | should DE
surprised at nothing, now Nothing at all! It's
what people have always told me it would coma
to,--and now, the buttons have opened my eyesl
But the whole world shall know OF your crualty,
Mr.. Caudle. After the wife I've been to yOu.
Somebody else, indeed to sew your bnttons!
I'm no longer TO BE- mistress in my own honse
LA, Caudle! | wouldn't have upon my conscience
what you have, for the world | wouldn't treat
anybody as you treat-no, I'm not mad! It's
you, Mr. Candle, who are mad, or bad-and
that's worse cant even so much as speak of
a shirt button, bat that l'm threatened to be
made nobody OF in my own house! Caudie,
you've heart like y hearth stone, you have
TO threaten ne, and only because butlon--a
buttoa- And Mrs Caudle slept1