The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-11-21

"Ah, j know what / VIII order3
cried my mistress, after long pause :.
"a lobster rssote, a roasted chicken,
and lemon pudding. That shall be
my great revenge.
She was just about TO ring the bell,
when the drawing,room door was sud,
denly opened, and a lady friend Of
here, too much agitated 10 stand on
ordinary ceremony, hounced into the
room, exclaiming in tones which re-
minded me Of. the grating of q hle--
with which inhhrInOniOus noise had
been painfully familiar at an earlier
part Of my career-for even poker
can attest the truth Of the French
provcrb,Ifk fask faoNerir0pour et'r
beau
My dear, / knew you were al
home, 80 ! came up-only for MOI
ment Don't disturb yourself. I've
no time to sit down. I'm boiling over
with. indignation III Fl gn COVE
li@ Dear me 4" replied my mistress.
Quite as much onlyour account as
on my own, love =" cried Mrs Toovey.
throwing herself on TO the ottoman in
the centre Of the room, and untying
her bonnet-s.rings almost fiercely.
It's very good Of you, m sure,
said my mistress. n .rgJwqA Na.I
I" You may smile, my love, but it's
no smiling matter for all that, | can
assure you, cried Mrs Toovey.
Not tragic, ! hope2
don't know that replied Mrs.
Toovey, whisking her shawl out Of the
way, and plunging her hand into the
pocket Of her dress Do you know
this handwriting2
Mrs. Toovey held out letter to my
mistress as If il had been cup of
poison. 4 5Usitl 14E ,liuh
I've no doubt its my husbands, =
said my mistress, withouttaking IL out
Of Mrs. Tooyey's hand.
" Read il, my dear, read itl' cried
that indignant lady. .uaL.
Pray excuse ne i see il ID adj
dressed TO Mr.. Tooyey," my mistress
said, gently. y lA lliaA 81
20, cried Mrs. Toovey, take my
word for it you'll some day repent
Of INDUCING ID such silly Acfuples.
a husband and wife are one, and the
wife cannot too often or too. en1phat-
icaliy remind her husband Of the fact.
At least you will not refuse TO listen to.
the contents con Of this qtrocious doeu-
ment?' Miro eBoFla -
OF don think any refusal would have
induced Mrs. Toovey to defer the
reading Of the letter for single mo-
ment. She read ~" q 9ih t'''.3 ..'.'...
H. fMyrdear job, the supper party of
10 .,,okk ,.sa.~,aI awA AZ ~ $50 ~ a,
count on. mo, even 20 the extent OF an
adjournment to Cremorne. Il shall
not say anything about the affair to
my wife, who would be fancying all
sorts Of dreadful consequences inc
vitable."
There, my deari what do you say
to hatR", demanded Mrs. Toovey, re-
folding the letter with spiteful jerk
mess Of action, and putting it back
into her pocket as if for further use
say that | am much Obliged to
Mr.. Silverfor the thoughtful care he
had taken to keep me in ignorance of
what he fancied II might be unpleas-
ant forme 10 know .et ssAsF NAV
Mrs. Toovey gave herself so sharp
a twist on the ottoman, that / wonder
she did not lose her balance and tum-
BILE off. Anfl
Really, my dear" she cried, you
I must say-you make the blood
curdle in my veins You appear so
wilfully blind that, positively, If |
didn't know you had been married TO
the man for ten years, should fancy
you were still in love with your hus-
band.
Your Imagination would not lead
you in the least astray." answered NV
mistress, quietly smiling; II daresay
i ought to be very much ashamed To
make such a confessions. But don't
for moment suppose that my love
for my husband is Of the high roman
tic kind; it never was that. He did
not run away With me in a midnight
storm of thunder and lightning. and
marry me in spite of all the world, his
parents sandsmine included Tine If
| it has made me acquainted with his
faults, has also taught me to bear
with them without disgust, impatience
or WEAKNESS. There is nothing to be
surprised at in the continuance of
such love as mine-entirelH unro-
mantle, jog-trot, you see. Such was
it, the sort of love, u nbR feel for my
husband. / hope, to feel for him
when myihhif III gray, without blush
ing to confess it. "
Mrs. Toovey tied her bonnet-strings
astightly as fiber ichinAhad beenJ h
package Of hardware, and she had
been cordihg IL Transportation.
g My DEAR, she cried, " | can hard
ly trust myself to say what | think |;
but this l tCiH say if Gny wife eyer
went the way to spoil her hus-
band, you. are going. exactly that way
now Patience with his faults, fndeedl
MrNToovey, [ dare say, would be de-
LIGHTED to, find me patient, with his
and heaven knows he has enough of
them p But that is not 77y nature -
know my duty as a woman of intel
/ Al Al IL