The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1865-11-17

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eyes tor many minutes Al a time, At last,
throwing down my pen, ! exclaimed:
wish you would 60 away and leave me to
my writing. This is my room and don't
! want j, swept; |. seems 10 me as il
sweeping was done for no other purpose
than to raise dus,-so Aet one can go
abou, with feather brus4 and busting
cloth, and scatter the dust which has set.
lied ou the furniture over the floor again
What possible good is accomplished
thereby, don't see.
"The obtuseness Of acme persona" she
answered m~iciou.ly, often prevents their
seeing good in ANYTHING.
Indeed ~ was all | vouchsafe ia re-
ply.
Al this moment Biddy made her ap-
pearsnce. complaining that some one had
carried of her broom and dust.pau, and
she could not find them Ny wife re-.
galded me a,ten,ively.
"If any one," she said, had the audaci
ty to hide them, shall never forge, it as
long as | live.
made no reply.
! ~ 10 'oty siHSuidiB euS COutlDueQ,
| what has become of them.
looked out Of The window, and asked
my wife what noise was ,ha, came I'D from
the yard.
Well, if that isn't too bad" she said;
there is that dear little boy GU. in the rain
without, any cap on. and with the dust
pan and broom. What careless girl
you are to have left them where the little
fellow could get them Go, quick, and
bring in the child After all, it is your
fault, she added turning to me; if you had
allowed Bridge, to attend to ersweeping
here, As usual. this would not have hap
pened. Now, he has probably taken a
terrible cold. and will have the Group and
die, for sught know.
Here the lad made his appearance,
struggling in Bridge.'s arms He was
thoroughly wet. AMI had apparently been
thrown from his horse, for he was covered
with mud from head 10 foot
Look at him !" exclaimed my wife;
can he ever be got clean!
lie is in pickle | said.
Pa said might 60 out, and take the
bro om, too" said the young hopeful.
/ frowned at the rascal.
is tha, true o. ny wife asked.
Certainly itls,' said. And now
just see," l continued, show wrong i,
was ia you to sead Bridget to sweep my
room when you knew I was engaged in
writing. 1t will be all owing to your i'll
management of household affairs if tina,
boy be sick and die. And if this should
be the cad result. how ever you can for
give yourself. do 10, know"
"Bu,, my dear she said" locking i'm.
ploringly into my face, 81 didn't send him
into the yard"
81 can't help that" replied; "the
fault is yours just the same 1t all comes
from your confounded mania for sweeping
and busting I wish to gracious there
was no such thing rs broom in the
world"
But" interposed my wife, "do you
really think the darling will be sick an6
die = and she clasped the lad, muddled
! enough he was, within Der arms.
{" cannot tell" | replied, d" how five
may EFF, c, him but, at all events
added, smiling at her terror, "she fault
wi. rest at your door"
"Ah :, see how it is," said my wife,
/ her confidence somewhat restored oil is
the old story enacted in the garden OF
Eden by our first paren:s-the man put
ting the blame upon the womau."
My dear" | said, "as it has ceased
raining, think ! will take walk, and
while am absent, you can let Bridget
sweep ard dus, my room; but" | added
as took up my ha, and coat, "it there
be one think dislike mere than another
it ia Fridays cleaning.'
WIFE WANTING MONEY.
Mrs. Gray one morning asks her hus>