The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-04-05

tacneS EuuuhBe my D1Skely anu pun
out my night-cap and rumple the bor-
ders, and-welI! il you'd had the
proper feelings OF husband, your
blood would have boiled again. But
mol There you Stood, looking as mild
as butter al the man, and never said a
word; not when he crumpIed my night
cap-it went to my heart like stab
crumpled 1t as if it was any duster.
dare say, If it had been Miss Pretty
mans night-cap-oh Idon't care about
your groaning-if il had been her night
cap, her hair-brush, her curl-papers,
you'd have said something then, oh,
anybody with the spirit of man would
have spoken out if the fellow had had
a thousand swords at his side. Well,
all know is this; if I'd have married
somebody l could name, he wouldn't
have suffered me to be treated in that
way-not hel ~
'Now, don't hope to go to sleep, Mr..
Caudle, and think to silence me in thar
manner. Iknow your art, but it won't
do. 1t wasn't enough that my basket
was turned topsy-turvey, but before 1
knew 1t they spun me into another
room, and-Hoip could you help that's
You never tried to help it. No; al
though 1t was a foreign land, and L
don't speak French-not but that 1
know good deal more of it than some
people who give themselves airs about
tt-although don't speak their nasty
gibberish, still you let them take me
away, and never cared how 1 was ever
to hnd you again. In a strange coun-
try, too! But I've no doubt that that's
just what You wished; yes, you'd have
been glad enough to get rid of me in
that coWardly manner. If could only
know your secret thoughts, Caudle,
that's what you brought me here for, to
lose me. And after the wife I've been
to YOU!
What are you crying out2 Fer mer-
cy's SdkeS Yes; great deal YOU know
about mercy! Else you'd never have
suffered me TO be twisted into that room,
10 be searched. indeedl AS if I'd any
thing smuggled about me. Well, 1 will
say it; after the way in which I've
been used If you'd the proper feelings
OF man, you wouldn't sleep again for
SIX mopths. Well, / know there was
nobody but women there; but that's
nothing to do with it. Pun sure, ifI'd
been taken up for picking pockets,
they couldn't have used me worse. To
be treated so-and specially by ones
own sex!-its that that aggravates me.
And that's all you can say2 What
could you dO$ Why, break open the
door; Im sure you must have heard my
voice. yoa shall never make me believe
you couldn't hear that. Whenever
shall sew the strings on again, can't
tell. If they didn't turn me out like
ship in storm, I'm a sinner! And you
laughed! You didn't laugh Don'ttell
me; you laugh when you don't know
anything about IL; but do. 5U a
And pretty place you have brought
me to. A most respectable place, /
must sayl Where the women walk
without any bonnets to their heads,
and the fish girls with their bare legs
well, you don't catch me eating any
hsh while Pm here. Why not3 Why
not,-do you think I'd encourage peo-
pie of that sort?
"What do you say2 Good-nights It's
no use saying that-I can't go TO sleep
SO soon as you can. Especially with a
door that has such a lock as that. How
do you know who may come in2 What?
All the locks are bad IN F'rdneeS The
such a place, then. 1t only shows how
you value me. IT
Wen, L dare say you are tired. II
am! But then, see what I've gone
through. Well, We won't q uarrel in a
Darparous country. We won't do that, |
Caudle. dear,-what's the French for
IaceY know 1t, only / forget it. The |
French for lace. lover What? DenteLLeg |
Nowi you're not deceiYing me? You
neUer deceived me yets Obi don't saw
that. There isn't a married man in |
this blessed world can put his hand
upon his heart in bed, and say that,
French for lace, dear? Say it again.
DentetLeY Hal Dentelle2 Goodnight, |
dear. Dentelle! Dentellew - i
II afterwards" writes Caudle, "found |
out to my cost wherefore she inquired |
about lace. For she went out in the |
morning with the landlady to buy a I
veil, giving only four pounds for what
forty shillingsP' n. |