The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-11-22

ticularly requested mo 10 cultivate her
acquaintance for. the sake Of her hus
bahd-one Of your oldest and most in
innate friends.
. beg your pardon, my dear; was
wrong" said my master, a little pet
! tishly, 1.-The fact is. the woman's a
title tatter, and may be mischief
maker
She has done nothing but good in
the present instance, since | owe to
her the knowledge Of the pains you
had taken TO keep from me some
thing which You thought II would be
uncomfortable for me 10 learn. l5.
My master was evidently embarrass-
= Then, my darling, he stammered
my going to this supper does not
vex your"
hn" In one respect, little bit; in an
other, not Mt all.' asf laf4e. b.. f.sa Hfa
Might ! ask you 70 EXPLAIN" in
CURED my MASTER relapsing, in the
smallest degree, into his recent i'll
humor, pIy.a. f,a....s .s... ..l.., .a.y
20" cried my mistress, laughing
pleasantly, you don't expect me to
| declaim you speech like heroine
i in melodrama2 BY the way, that
reminds me Of something ! can do.
Would you mind putting on your
dressing gown for moment2 Iwans
to see how this cap, which | am en-
broidering for you, will go with it.
/ +" Would / mindY' cried my master,
taking off his walking-cOat and slip
ping into his dressing gown = why,
it's q positive pleasure to find an ex-
cuse for putting il on. ! should like
never to wear anything else"
That will do, ] think, said my
mistress, after comparing the new
cap with the old dressing gown.
NY GU may take ID off, now.
There's no need for hurry, my
love, replied my master, throwing
himself comfortably into avorite
chair; "l7shall not start for this pre-
cious supper for another hour But
| you were saying that my going out
vexed you in one way, though no. in
another.
I / meant that | would rather have
had you at home this evening, because
| had planned a nice little hot supper
4 for you--a lobster rissoie, roasted
chicken, and a dainty lemon .pud-
ding saf 9 qa
"a lemon puddingI" cried my
master. hap aqs
/ : But now I'll toll you why I do not
mind yopr, going out 70 supper; it's
because | know you vii get no wine
so good as that in youc own cellar: no
lenon-pudding 50 nice as the one |
have had made for You, even If you
get any at all, because you'll have
TO wear what you call a choker in
stead Of your dressing gown have
your ears split with noisy conversa-
ton, be bored TO death with frothy
politics, and have no opportunity,
], however much you may wish for it..
for saying TO your wife, Laura, L
| love you better than anything else in
the world" .i39ff Hlah ff .nf
i What my master did is what / really
believe every man in his senses would
have done under the circumstances
In other words, he put bis arms
around his wife's waist and kissed her,
and went on kissing her while the
clock on the mantlepiece slowly and
distinctly ticked off thirty seconds.
y You see / must go. Laura" he
said, not quite dpropos: "Ive prom
ised EN-.
fancied that / detected Just the
faintest shade Of disappointment fall
from my mistress = face; but she said
quite oheerfully:
" BY all means, dear; and If you
would like to oblige me, there is one
particular neck tic | should like you
z to wear to night. TIL fetch it."
She left the room, and in a few
minutes returned with a handsome
white neck-tie, beautifully embroider-
cd at the ends. aa hao
"Why," exclaimed my master.
this is the one | wore on my we'd
ding day ~ Andyo are really going
to let me wear il when you will not
even be presently Esa
Il IT think you'll own it's very mag
unanimous Of me, answered mistress,
with a very significant twinkle in her
eyes but quite in accordance with
my ordinary heroism Of character
and, of course without thought in
my head of having the lemons pud-
4 ding all to myself. But what are you
I. doing? | declare you've made per-
feet rope of it around your neckf'
"a BY Jovet Eve done worse-I We
| torn it' cried my master.
a You have Indeed, = replied my
mistress. All, we'll, its ten years
], old" .cuOVD 1--WE
~ ''Ten years old2 Good heavens,
q Laura-what's the day of mennonite"
demanded my, MASTER and then, with
7 out waiting to be answered, he threw
2 himself at her feet, exclaiming: Beat
, me, my darlingl Edeserve It.; thought
less, ungrateful brute that Iaml A
} day that was the beginning Of SO much
happiness entirely forgottenl Put
away the dear old neck 1 shall
, sup with you, love. Let them wait for
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