Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1866-02-24
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and mot a button on this shirt bosom,
20 dear me-! I mustshavs forgotten
to sew them on. Take another from the
drawer, Rob.
.eThank you. 1t void prob ably be
in the same state. -
aNo, Robin sure not. You see
baby was so troublesome yesterday, and
Bridget suIky."
An! an. excuse rsssdy, of course;
mother never had need OF one,
aMother Much you knew OF your
mother when she was my age.
'sAt any age she did her duty
s'Ah and dOn't?"
'sAhem If the cap fits, etc.
"a husband has no duties but to
scold. l suppose.
s'When people are married they be-
come responsible beings. It's impos-
sible to argue with one who does not
consider herself so. p"
with that strobe out of my room
aud down to the cottage dining room to
breakfast.
Biddv, all agape, was receiving the
baby from its mothers arms for its usu-
al mornings walk, and my pretty wife
looked like child who hcd received
scolding-her lips quivering, her cheek
flushed She was girhsh little thing
of seventeen, despite her wife and
motherhood, and / should have said of
any other man who had scolded her that
ne was brute.
But had eaten to much lobster sal
lad and swallowed TOO much champagne
mon the previous night, and was cross
crT1-irrs ROpcen UpTlFp
So / deliberately covered my bosom,
with my scarf, and buttoned my coat
and looked the martyr
Bridget will walk directly to the
Jones and tell their a IN every word of
this" said Bessy. "You might respect
me before my servant.
looked at my watch.
Just ten minutes to eat breakfast
in, a I said, -''fen to reach mothers
fifteen to reach the train. My coffee,
please"
''You are not going to your mothers
'Exactly-to request her, as favor,
to sew on the missing buttons which
my WIFE has no time to attend to. -,
with dozen good ones In your
drawer" rs
Examination might prove the con-
trary" r.
Robert, if you do that never can
forgive yOu.
'.Ahl and have nothing to forvive,
of course"
Ny wife began to cry. IL there is
anything that enrageS a man IL IS to
see his wife shed tears. It Is delicious
to kiss away those of the object of ones
alteration during courtiDg time, but the
case is different. | scowled contemptu-
ously.
So there we were, in the midst of our
first quarrel-we, whose honeymoon
was never to end.
We had been married year and
more, and our child had looked upoD
the world with eyes like hers. And
still we had gone on without shadow
to mar tile brightness. of our lives
loving as the heroes and heroines OF
the last centuries novels loved. or as
Romeo loved Juliet, or Portia her hus'
band.
And now we had quarrelled- about
buttousi HsEEE
did not think then what an aston
ishing thing a woman must feel it, to
be taken from the pedestal on which
her lover has enshined her as a god
dess, and scolded about some house
hold matter. All men do it. To kneel
to Angelina. and kiss her hand when.
she has. only. promised that hand to
you, and to haul her over the Goals
about scorchei beefstake when that
handjs yUurs. is commonenough. H.s-
SO / went on with bitter remarks
atotit buttons, and she answered bit
terly. 4 rr7
p How we dragged Exelma Brown,
whom might have married, into the
question: or who first spoke of Peter
Perkins, who courted Bessy, aud was
supposed to have Thrown himself
away" on her account, / quite forgot.
Those individuals were brought upon
the carpet, however, aud DID not tend
t. improve matters.
20 we parted that morning angrily-
we, vho had kissed. loyer.like, every
morning before. / did not call for
baby ard toss him mp, or turn around
where tn hill slOped toasees Bessy on
the porch'Ooking after nle1Aft may
seem very'ittle thing to you who have
never loved tr been married, but it was
not slight 10 ne9 Ablack, bitter, des-
perate feellng anne over me, and i
mated myself anethe whole world. But
IstOpped at mothrs / did not relent.
''Nota buttonl " POOR son-well;
well, always said Iessy was not the
: wife for you. And Twas always for
I. Exelma; and she liked m prettier than
Bess Glover in my mir too. WE'LL
dear, you've got me still TO come TO.
thank heaven" EsGsA S9'tS
Thus my mother, .stitcb,o ON the
buttons, she triumphed inst slittler in
the fulflment of her propheciS that a
boarding school girl would maxi n moor
wife; and she strengthened mem nv,
feeling of ill-ussge, and made mNcom4l
fortably certain that all thetwronl N al
been done to me, and not by me; md
that my reproaches we're only the PR
CT expression of the Indignation of a
1l-used husband. =
i went to town; my business wa
transacted in a moody dream; / drown
ed my misery in cigars; and went HON
angry as i had left IT,. No Bess me
e me at the gate. Ia found her in tn
dlning=room, and she looked'up with
pr lud, cold face-expecting an apolog.
perhaps; but / gave her none. For
tunately had grievance-the muttol
was not cooked to suit me, and Their
was no capers.
/ began once more on the subject o
q Wife's duties Bridget must be over