Weekly Trinity journal., 1864-01-09
Caudle Becomes a Mason.

Mr.. Caudle was made Mason, and, burned
SCARED, fatigued and filled with good supper
taken at late hour, went home with fear and
trembling, and endeavored to get to the back
side of the bed without awakening the =" Gods
last best gift to man, who was slumbering in
'front.' and whom he supposed to be sleeping but
Caudle was mistaken, for as he slipped beneath
the bed drapery, the lady said:
- So you there, you? Well / only
wish was Queen for day or two. I'd put an
end to FrcemasOnary, and all such trumpery,
know.
"Now, come, Candle don't let us quarrel
Eth You're not in pain, dear? What's it all
about? What are you lying laughing there at
But I'm fool to trouble my head about you.
And you re- not going to let me know the
secret, eh? You mean to say-you'r re not
Now, Caude, you know it's hard matter tc
put ME in passion-not that about the
secret itself no, | wouldn't give button tC
know it, for its all nonsense I'm sure. 1t isn't
the secret care about, it's the slight, Mr.. eau.
die; it's the studied insult that man pays to
his wife, when he thinks of going through tho
world keeping something to himself which he
won't let her know Man and wife one, indeed
should like to know how that can be when q
mans Mason-when he keeps secret that sets
him and his wife apart? Iia you men make
the laws, and SO you take good care to have al
the best of 'em to yourselves; otherwise a wo-
man ought to be allowed a divorce when a man
becomes Mason. When he's got sort of cor.
ner-cupboard in his heart-a secret place in his
mnd-that his poor wife isn't allowed to rum.
mage in y .-..
% Caudle, you shan't close your eyes for q
wcek-no you shan t-lnless you tell me some
of it. Come, there good creature there's a
love. I'm sure, Caude, | wouldn't refuse you
anything-and you know it, or ought to know il
byJthis time. l only wish had secret To
whom should think of confdng it, but to my
dear husband? should be miserable to keep il
myself, and you know it. Now, Caudle?
WAS there such man A man, in
deed A brute yes, Mr.. Caudle, an unfeel-
ing, brutal creature, when you might oblige me,
and you won't. Pm sure don't object to your
being Mason; not at all, Caudle | dare say
it's very good thing l dare say it is-it's only
your making secret of it that vexes me. But
you'll tell me-you'll tell your own Margaret
You won't You re a wretch, Mr.. Caudle.
- But know why oh, yes, | can tell. The
fact is you're ashamed to let me know what a
fool they've been making of you. That's it.
You at your time of ife-the father of family
| should be ashamed of myself Caudle.
land suppose you IL be going to what You
call your Lodge every night now? Lodge, in
deed Pretty place it must be, where they don't
admit women. Nice goings on, | dare say Then
You call one another Brethren. Brethren ! I'm
sure you relations enough you dldn want
any more.
But | know what all this Masonry's about
It's only an excuse to get away from your wives
and families, that you may feast and drink to-
gether, that's all. That the secret. And so
abuse women-as if they were inferior animals,
and not to be trusted. That's the secret, and
nothing else.
- Now, Caudle, don't let us quarrel. Yes,
know you re in pain. Still Caudle, my love
Caudle Dearest, l say Caudle y
:" recollect nothing more says Caudle,
: for had eaten hearty supper, and somehow
became oblivious''