The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1861-11-20

my displeasure. Because Pun discontented win
his conduct he'll make that an excuse for be-
having still worse-staying out nights aud spsn'
ding what little money he has, instead ot giving
il to his family. He'll not break me down by
any such process. As long as7l have tongue
shall speak my mind with it. i sha'n't spare
him nor his faults have not forgotten that
horse yet, nor some OF his later proceeding
What's that? "YouIe afraid he's in trouble oi
some kind" In liquor, guess. "Looked very
! tsfrsnee when he went out? Told you ne was
tired of living, to be eteInslly scolded?" And
YOU allowed him TO speak so of your own moth
or, suppose. II the girl amt actually bursting
3 out a-cryingl What's the matter, Felicia? IA
lra,d papa has killed himself" What's put
that horrible idee into your head? Killed him
self fiddlostick! he never had the courage to
{ kill . mosquito. should as soon think OF a
Squirrel committing suicide as your hther. lis!
bal it's rather ridiculous. Light that other
4 burner Cerintha; the room seems dismal.
never shall get used to these dark little parlors
az Il wish somebody would run in to spend the
5 evening, il it was no one but that teddus Mrs.
n Clarke that your pa thinks SO much Of It's
1, getting more and more lonesome, and We havn't
n even q man servant aboat the house. | don't
x believe should be as cross as have been late
n ly, il your pa would come homo now. I'd ra-
" ther hear him tell one OF his poorest anecdotes
" Than to set here, waiting aud listening, jumping
~ half off my chair every time think hear the
~ door bell ring
t Good gracious who's that coming upothe
4 steps? They make plenty Of noise. What if
I'LL il should be parcel of police bringing Rasher
|. home dead drunk? just expect some such
NJ disgrace. Is Bridget going to the door? How
# they thump on III Go, Felicia, and see what it
Al is; there's Bridget opening the door. Icouldn't
stir out of this chair to save my life. Good hea-
% vens! who was that screamed? who was it. &C.
rintha? what do you cling to me so for? what's
y the matter? what are those men doing? what
: are they saying? Found him in his private Of.
81 flee at the warehouse--9uie dead --store cold
& had evidently been hanging many hours-no
III hopes--committed suciden' Timothy limo
VII thy Rasher! you've done it at last (Rants.)
Did you say ne left letter for me? Can you
read it to me, Felicia? shall never have the
courage in the world. dare not even look at
n the face and should never be able to get thro'
with the letter. II didn't think in the midst
OF this awful affection, and the papers full Of it,
and everything so dreadful, that perhaps there
was will or something Of the kind in the let
Y ter, wouldn't have it opened, He was always
4 SO thoughtful and copsiderate for his family he
may have made some provision that we do not
know or Hand me my smelling salts, and read
it, if yeu feel able, my child.
s My DEAR WIFE: I've come to the conclusion
that, since my business is suspended, I might
as well suspend myself Pm driven to this ex-
tremity by the assurance that y,u will be glad
to get me out Of the way. I'm not suitable
provider, and leave yau free to find better
one. did hope to find in our gid home some
consolation for the trials Of the past year; that
you would reconcile yourself to circumstances
and be centented, if not happy. l was glad tc
gel back to it; should have felt at home in the
n told place, if you had allowed me to do SO.
shant reproach you, Marier, for wha, you've
said and done, let bygones be bygones. l shal
never come home again to be riling your tenn
per. tried, faithfully and honestly, to save
my bacon, enuff at least to grease your path o
life. SO that you might go along smoothly; bu
I've failed. wanted to begin over, but be-
cause couldn't begin where I lett of, yot
wouldn't let me. Other wives have behaved
differently. When my friend Clark, the sho,
and leather merchant, pegged out, his wife hac
sole enough not to blame him; she stuck to hin
TO the last, and is helping him to repair his for
tunes. So with Betsy Browne, when tn
smash came in the crockery firm; she told he
husband to never mind breaking up; to "sav
the pieces" That she didn't care for tn
whole set" of false friends as much as she d'
S for one cup of domestic bliss; others might la
him on the shelf; she wasn't going to; and tn
:onse quences are he's as bright as ever merr
s IS a lark says misfortune can't dish him.
saw HIM yesterday, and it made me blue.
you had encouraged ma, should have made a
,ffort to get out Of this mess. What can't
cured could be endured, even the barr'ls tina
ss have spilled on my hands. Uncle Rasher ha
promised to give me fresh start, and shoul
nave been as happy as a pig in clover, If yo
RI hadn't been So cross to me as to make me fee
;hst was nothing but cross to you, and tha
he sooner was X-termnated the better you
De pleased.
Good by Marier. You'll never be pun n-ist
s d with any more Of my puns; shall neve
'ourish my red bandanner in your presenc
gain. I'll never make light of this rash dee
a,y referring to a Rasher. To my poor cbildre
s.@E have nothing to leave but my love. Felicia
s rovided for, for know that my clerk is goo
d ian, and wants to marry her. You and Germ
3s8 be must make matches to suit yourselves
hey'll go off brilliantly, have no doubt, onl
M ont let them smell too strong OF brilnstone.-
Il tive the old sofa to Felicia, to begin house
eeping with. You say you don't like old as
ass ,ciatons, so won't leave you the cord wit
Fhich shall hang myself it wouldn't cor
I'M ith your taste, and certain ole associatio
wa light hang about it.
Farewell Marier. You Couldn't make
5s histle out Of a pigs tail; and you amt
Mi lame that you didn't make a gentleman
gys ie. It's my fault, l know, that, instead oil b
ssS IL a roast OF beef was only Rasher OF bs
i IN. won't stand in your way any longer
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