The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-02-13


sat at the table as IL your face, as / may Say,
was buttered with happiness, ,and-What3 NO,
MT. Caudle, don't say that; I have not wiped the
butter oh-not /. IL you above ell men, are
not hapPy, you ought TO be, gracious knows
yes, | Wtu talk OF fourteen years ago. la
you sat beside me then, and picked out all sorts
OF nice things IN for me. You'd have given me
lowed 'em. Yes, l say, you sat beside me, and
What do you talk about2 You couldn't SO be-
il. But it's so like you. can't speak but you
fly OF TO something else. Ha and when the
speech you made t6enl It was delioiousi How
YOU made every body cry, as II their hearts were
breaking; and recollecLi It as If it was yester-
day. how the tears ran down dear fathers nose
and how dear mother nearly went into q fit!
Dear souls They little thought, with all your
fine talk, how you'd use mel HolO haze you
used me- o Mr. Caudle, how can you ask that
question? It's well for you can't see you
blush. HotU have you used mel
'Well, that the same tongue could make a
speech like that, and then talk as IL did to-day
HoV did you takf Why shameiully What
Why, nothing What did you say about your
wifeP Worse than nothing; just as If she werea
make the best OF. What do you say2 And
bdd's The bestf II you say that again candle
IN rise IRON my bed HoS SGSt egy sag ~ What
know. Yes q pretty speech Of thanks for
husband And everybody could see that you
'em here: that's why you invited 'em, TO insult
me to their faces. What2f made you fnUtte emf
y OAuule, WnaI an agEfANablnR man you are
al suppose you'll say next made you Invite
Miss Prettyman? Oh, yes don't tell me her
brother brought her without your knowing it,
What? Didn't hear him say Sof or course
did; but do you suppose Pm quite fool? Do
you think don't know that that was all settled
between you? And she must be nice person
to come unasl1ed to woman's house! But
know why she came. Oh, yes; she came TO look
plain enough. She came to see how she should
like the rooms-how she should like my seat at
the Fireplace: how she-and II 1t isn't enough
to break O mothers heart to be treated 80! =
how she should like my dear children.
"Now, it's no use your bouncing about at-but
of course that's ii; can't mention Miss Pretty
man, put you fling about as If you were in q mt:
OF course that shows there's something in 1t.
Otherwise, why should you disturb yourself?
DO you think didn't see her looking at the
ciphers on the spoons as if she already saw mine
scratched out and hers there? No, shant
drive you mad, Mr.. Caudle; and II do It's your
own fault. No other man would treat the wife
of his bosom in-What do you say? YCu nliqht
as tUeU have married hedgeIlogP Well, now it's
come to something! But It's always the case! !!
Pm sure to be abused. A hedgehog A pretty
thing for woman to be called by her husbandl I
Now you don't think III lie quietly in bed, and
be called hedgehog-do you, Mr.. Caudle?
"Well only hope Miss Prettyman had good
dinner, that's all. had none! You know
had none-how was to get any? You know
that the only part of the turkey care for is the
merry-thought And that of course, went to
Miss Prettyman. Oh, saw you laugh when you
put it on her plate! And you don't suppose,
after such an insult as that, I'd taste another
thing upon the table? No, should hope have
more spirit than that. Yes; and you took wine
with her four times. What do you say? only
tlOfce? Oh, you were SO lost-fascinated Mr..
Caudle yes, fascinated-that you didn't know
what you did. However, do think while I'm
alive / might be treated with respect at my own
table say wv while a I'm MSS sIye for know
come and take 1t all. I'm wasting daily, and no
wonder. never say anything about it, but
every week my gowns are taken in.
"I've lived to learn something, to be sure (!
Miss Prettyman turned up her nose at my GUS
finding fault yourself, but you must bring
women home to sneer at me at my own table.
know she did, not but what it's needless-Pro-
violence has turned 1t up quite enough for her
already. And she must give herself airs over
spoon as If she was chewing sand. What do
you say? she praised nlV plum -puddt,l0s Who
think!
Yes, pretty, day I've passed. shall not
forget this wedding-day, 1 think! And as l
say, pretty speech you made in the way of
thanks. No, Caudle, If was to live a hundred
years-you needn't groan. Mr.. Caudle, shall
hundl ed years, should never forget it. Never
You didn't even so much as bring one of your
tures!-what have they done to offend you? No;
shall not drive you mad. It's you, Mr.. Caudle
who'll drive me mad. Everybody says SO.
And you suppose didn't see how it was
managed, that you and that Miss Prettyman
were always partners at whist? HolO lOGS H
mandgeds Why, plain enough. OF course you
packed the cards. and could cut what you liked.
YOU'D settled that between you. Yes; and when
she took trick, instead Of leading off a trump
she play whist, indeed !-whaJ did YOU saw to
her. when she found 1t was wrong? Oh-It was
Impossible that her heart should mistake And
this, Mr.. Caudle, before people-with your own
wife in the room!
"And Miss Prettyman I won't hold my
tongue. l tOtH talk of Miss Prettyman: who's
she, indeed, that shouldn't talk of her? Isup-
pose she thinks she sings? What do you say?
She sings like mermaid Yes, very-very like
mermaid: for she never sings but she exposes
herself. She might, L think, have chosen
another song. I toUe somebody indeed; as if
didn't know who was meant by that some
that was what it was done for-nothing else.
"However Mr.. Caudle, as my minds made
up, shall say no more about the matter to-
night, but try to go to Sleep"
"And to my astonishment and gratitude"
writes Caudle, "she kept her word"
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