The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1867-10-24
WIVES OUT OF TOWNi
HUSBANDS AT HOME.

II would like to know" said the
youngest married lady, with the
least bit of q toss of the head,
"what would become of my huS.
band if it were not Tor me? Invent
to the country for a'week. husband
taking his meals at hotel during
my absence. When l returned |
hardly recognized my own home.
The parlor was swarming with
flies, and my nice carpet, White
ground, with lovely bouquets of ro-
ses, you know, was absolutely ru.
ined. Stumps OF segars, chessmen
and cakc crumbs were scattered
around. All the spittoons were
filthy to o degree, and somebody
had been there who did not know
their use l sadly discovered. In
the bay window were lot OF bro
ken bottles and q corkscrew.-
What is the meaning of this?" |
asked Charley, who sat composed
ly reading the morning papers.
"Ohl didn't l tell you, [ had the
club meet here while you were
gone? thought it would save you a
bother, and we had some OF your
blackberry wine"
Note - People don't knock the
necks of bottled home made wine.
| found out afterward that Charley
had been to the cellar plundering
around, and in tasting my currant
wine, (made this summcr) he had
left the spigot turned SO that in.
stead of racking off it all leaked
out.
Now, | had como from my short
visit, doubly armed with tender
ness for my husband, of my home
and it would not do for me to show
any impatience the first thing; so
1 proceeded to my room, and there
was confusion worse contounded
My beautiful lace curtains that
had done up myself, pinning down
every point, were twisted as tight
as a rope, and tied in hard knot
Every drawer and press was open
ed wide, and all of Charley's clothe:
were lying around loose. What
puzzled me the most was to see my
cedar chest turned upside down
and my Saratoga trunk stretched
open, with trays piled outside, like
u toppled dollhouse, | went to the
bureau to unite my bonnet, and
there was the boot jack, lemon
squeezer and punch-bowl, a pair Of
pants were thrown over the look
ing glass, and a bottle of hair OF
broken; the oil had soaked into the
marble top and rundown the side
of the bureau upon the carpet, anc
upon q queer shaped article thai
seemed to be a stocking, bat look
ed as plump almost, as if it haC
something in it." My curiosity
was excited, and, after satisfying
myself that it was not alive,'-
picked it up; and what do yol
think it was but one Of my wed
, ding stockings. | put my hand il
and drew out, one by one, stocking
tops of different lengths, Britisl
hose, lambs wool and flock, a dozel
, and all marked in sisters delicat
( hand. with maiden name, Luc,
: Spriggens." This was too much
and | called for Charley to com
8 up. ., +,
!, '"What's tho matter, dear2" h
v answered in a honeymoon voice
taking three steps at time unit
n. he reached the landing, where
t stood, the footless stocking in m
hand.
il "What does this mean?" aske
k in as steady voice as | could, tt
| had o weakness about thescstocl
1t ings, and l put them away in fiji
8. paper, thinking to keep them
10 long as lived, and l felt my ta'
burning.
$, "wby, can't you tell?" said Cha
n lev, and he laughed uneasily, an
10 as / only looked at him, he vari'
q; the question, "Don't know"
> "How should II" 1 replied.
t. "Well, you astonish mel We
ID you know our private theatrlca
Il had never taken part in thel