The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-04-09

| Too toigY You're an Rggravating crea-
ture, Caudle, you must own thatl
sense; 1t would brace you mp like a
drum, Caudle; and that's what you
want. But you don't deserve any body
to think of your health or your COM
foi Is either. There's some pretty spots,
I'm told, about Fulham. Now, ,Caudle,
won't have you say a word against
Fulham. That must be sweet place;
dry and healthy, and every comfort of
life about it-else is 1t likely that a
! bishop would live there? Now, ,Caudle,
none OF your heather principles-I
won't hear 'em. think what satisfies
bishop ought to content you; but the
/ politics you learn at the club are dread
ful. To hear you talk of bishops-well,
only hope nothing will happen to you,
for the sake of the dear chi1drenI
"A nice little house and a garden!
know it'll was born for a garden
There's something about it mikes one
feel so innocent Ny heart somehow
then what nice currant wine we could
makei Aud again, get 'em as fresh
as you will, there's no radishes like
your own radishesl There ten times
as sweet What7 And tipentu times as
dear Yes, there you goi Anything
that fancy, you always bring up the
mo, Mr.. Caudle, 1 should not be
tired in month. 1 tell You / was
made for the country. But here you've
kept me-and much you cared about
my health-here you've kept me in
this filthy London, that I hardly know
what grass is made of. Much you care
| for your wife and family to keep 'em
here to be all smoked like bacon. I
can see it-it's stopping the children's
| growth; they Il all be dwarfs, and have
their father to thank for it. If you'd
I ~ - ii. Ne
look at their white faces. Dear little
Dick he makes no breakfast. What ?
I he ute sur slices thus mornings A pref
/ ty father you must be to count Iem.
But that's nothing to what the dear
child could do il, like other children,
he'd fair chance.
"Hal and then we could be so com
Portable! But it's always the case, you
/ never will be comfortable with me.
I How nice and fresh you'd come up to
business every morning; and what
pleasure it would be :or me to put
tulip or pink in your button-hole,
just, as may say, to ticket you from
the country.
''But then, Caudle, you never were
like any other mani But know why
You won't leave London. Yes, know.
Then, you think, you couldn't go to
your filthy club-that's it. Then you'd
! be Obliged to be at home, like any other
decent man. Whereas, you might, If
you liked, enjoy yourself under your
own apple-tree, and I'm sure / should
never say anything about your tobacco
out Of doors. My only wish is to make
you happy, Caudle, and you won't let
"You don't speak love. Shall look
! about a house tomorrow? 1t will be a
| broken day with me, for Pm going out
\ to have little pets ears bored-What?
| You mont hare her ears 6oredI And
why not, 1 should like to know? It's a
0GTo0TohS savage ciEStOHS o, Mr.. Cau-
die! the sooner you go away from the
world, and live in a cave, the better.
YOU'RE getting not fit for Christian So
ciety. What next7 My ears were
bored and-What? So are UoJlrSS I
know what You meRn-but that's moth
ing to do with 1t. My ears, say, were
grandmother's before her; and I sup
pose there were no more savages in our
family than in yours, Mr.. Caudle? Be-
sides-why should little pets ears go
naked any more than any of her sis
ters'? They wear EARRINGS: you never
objected before. what3 YoI'vs learn
ed better noD Yes, that's all with your
| filthy politics again. You'd shake all
| the world up in a dice-box, il you'd
your way: not that you care pin about
the world, only you'd like to get bet
ter throw for yourseIf-that's all. But
/
to prevent it.
81 suppose she's to be married some
day, as well as her sisters? And who'll
| look alta girl without earrings, I should
| like to know? If you knew anything
| of the world, you'd know what nice
diamond earring will sometimes do
when one can get it-beNore this. But
L know why you can't abide EARRINGS
now; Miss Prettyman doesn't wear, 'em,
! she would-I've no doubt-if she could
only get 'em, Yes-it's Miss Pretty
man, who
''There, Caudle, now be quiet, and
I'll say no more about pets ears at
present. Wen talk when you're rsa-
sonable. I don't want 10 put you out
of temper, goodness knowsi And so,
love, about the cottage? What3 '7't0iu
be so far from 6HSineSSF But it needn't
/ be far, dearest. Quite nice distance;
SO that on your late nights, you may
always be at home, have your supper,
| get TO bed, and all by eleven. En-
sweet one7h s1l al
70 ST don't know what answered, I"
says Gaudle, shut I know this; in less
than fortnight I found myself in a
sort ofgreen birdcage of a house, which
my Wife-gentle satirist-insisted upon
calling The Turtle Dovery.iH