The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-03-14
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blush to name those fowls againI 1
wouldn't be so little for the world, Mr..
CandIeIl - ilp q ft..si.3s Z .,s5 ssyr
(, 'iWhat are you going to do9 Going
t0get up8 Don't make yourself ridicu-
.lous, Mr.. Caudle; I can't say a word to
you like any other wife, bur yon must
threaten to get up. Do be ashamed OF
yourself. .g.t,..-.Iy---. .ys4 s15.. Ell.l
"Puddings, indeed! DO you think
Pun made or puddfngs2 Didn't you
have some boiled rice three weeks ago?
Besides, is this the time of year Tor
pnddingsP Its all very Welltff I had
money : enough allowed me like any
other wife to keep the house with; then,
indeed, I might have preserves like any
other woman; now it's impossible; and
its cruel-yes, Mr.. Caudle, eruel-of
you to expect 1t. - =. efiz '7--- lt
"AppEes G'T1l't so dear, are theys
know what apples are, Mr.. Caudle,
without your telling me. But i sup
pose Won want something more than
gar Costs something, doesn't it And
that's how 1t is. That's how one ex-
pense brings on another, and that's
how people go to ruin
[ 5st stPanedEes3 What's the use of Sour
lying mnttering there about pancakes?
Don't you always have 'em once year
every ShroYe Tuesday, And what
Woulu any uoueEate' 0eSSeiSsi tA4'esii
HPancakes, indeed Pray, Mr.. Can-
die no, it's no use your saying fine
words to me to let you go TO sleep;
sha'n'tl-prayCio do you know the price of
eggs Just now3 There's not an egg you
trust to under seven and eight shil-
ling; we'll, you've only just to reckon
up how many eggs-don't lie swearing
there at the eggs, in that manner Mr..
Caudlle, unless you expect the bed TO
let you fall through. You call your
self a respectable tradesman, sup
pose? Hal Ionly wish people knew
You as well as do Swearing at eggs,
Indeed! But I'm tired of this usage.
Mr.. CaudIe; quite tired OF u: and i
don't care how soon it is ended
"rm sure do nothing but work and
labor, and think how to make the most
Of everything; and this is how I'm re-
warded. should like to see anybody
whose joints go further than mine. But
II was to throw away your money In
the street, or lay it ont in fine feathers
on myself, / should be better thought
band and her family is always made a
drudge of. It's your fine fal-lal
wives who've the best time OF 1t.
"What's the use of your lying groan-
ing there in that manner? That WON'T
make me hold my tongue, 1 can tell
you. You think TO nave IL all your
own way-but you WON'T, Mr.. Caudle!
You can insult my dinner; look like a
demon, may say, at a wholesome
piece ofcold mutton-ahi the thousands
Of far better creatures than you are
who'd be thankful for that muttonl-
and I'm neveFto speak! But you're
mistaken-T viii Your usage Of me,
Mr.. Caudle, is infamous-uuworthy OF
a man. only wish people knew you
for what you are; but I've told y0u
again and again they shall some day.
"PuddingsI And now I suppose
shall hear OF nothing but puddings!
Yes, and know what 1t would end in.
First, you'd have pudding every
day;-oh, know your e1travagance--
then you'd go for fish-thenI shouldn't
wonder if you'd have, soup; turtle, no
doubt: then you'd go,for a dessert; and
-ohI see it all as plain as the quilt
before me-but no, not while Pm alive!
What your second wife may do, / don't
know: perhaps she'H be q fine lady; but
you sha'n't be ruined by me, Mr.. eau
die, that Pm determined. Puddings,
indeed! Pu.ddingsl Pnddp-
Exhausted nature, says Caudle,
could hold out no longer. She went
to Sleep"