Indiana State sentinel. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1861-03-13

AN EXCITED HoUsEKEEPER.-A middle agep
gentleman who is engaged in the grocery business
in one of the best localities in the city for supply
ing families with the manifold comforts kept in
family grocery stores on Saturday passed through
a scene of tribGlatiOn that must have tried his
temger to the breaking point He was widOwer
having buried two wives. who had each left him
one or more pledges of affection. He was de-
voted to his little family, and had provided for
them one Of those tasty little cottages that so
beautify and adorn our city. Here surrounded
with every comfort, and with tidy and pretty
housekeeper who was devoted to the children, our
business man passed the hours that he could spare
from his store. 1t was his home We will not
intrude into the privacy of his household 20 in
quire whether he ever cast glances of love on the
charming face of the woman who kept his house
so clean and tidy as it always lOoked-whether he
ever chucked her playfully under the chin and
looked into her bright eyes to find his shadow
there; whether he ever drew her fondly to his bo-
som and whispered words of love and hope in
her willing ear; whether-but why speculate
farther. We have nothing to do, as we said be-
der the vine and fig tree that sheltered the pair;
but the lady. as the sequel will show, loved
fondly and had the sweet milk of her affections
suddenly soured by unexpected lightning
fash
On Saturday morning she went visiting to be
gone all day, and watching his opportunity our
friend the grocer who had all things, license in
cluded in readiness, slipped off and got married.
Afraid of a storm if he took his wife to the cot
tage home where his house keeper ruled he rented
another house and in the evening was engaged in
removing some of the chOisest furniture when
the divinity who had presided there returned. 1t
was some time before she could comprehend how
matters stood; but when she did her rage was
terrible The grocer fed to his store, and she
commenced with billet of wood on the furni-
ture, knocking glasses and glassware into millions
of pieces and battering at the tables and chairs
until che was exhausted. Then she sped on the
wings of vengeance, jealousy or bafled love,
whichever runs the fastest, to the grocery store,
and commenced at once on the window, mingling
sash and glass in one mass of ruin
'HeIl has no fury like woman scOrned"
The neighborhood gathered around to hear her
loud lamentations after she had destroyed the
brittle wares of the shop. With her eyes fash
ing and her hair disordered, and her dress disar-
ranged and torn, she called down all manner of
curses on the head of him who had wormed him
self into her affections by years of kindness, and
then dared to marry without consulting her.
Tears at length came to her relief, and she went
off into fainting fit in true dramatic style. We
believe the fainting usually comes first, induced
by the dryness of the eyes, but, no matter. Poor
Mr. bore the infection like a philosopher,
kindly throwing cup of water in her face after
she went off, and providing for her removal where
she would be cared for. Some of the spectators
of the closing scene were so heartless to laugh,
but we thought it one of the most affecting
dramas we ever witnessed, and pocketed an onion
out of a bucket to apply to our eyes. Moral
Middle-aged widowers who hire housekeepers
should never chuck them under the chin.