Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-02-14
Mrs. .BOnes' Trials.

Mrs. Homes Trials.
Mr. Jones was married. He had been
married long time--ever since he could
remember, almost. The first Mrs Jones
was a pretty school-boy love, and died
early. Mr.. Jones was incOnsolable for more
than six months, and then finding the bur-
den Of his griefs too heavy TO be borne alone,
decided to share his regrets with synlpa-
thizing friend. The connection happy
one for many years, but alas for the muta-
bility of earthly pleasure! Mr.. Jones was
again Widower at the age of forty, and
became extremely lonely and having the
habit of marrying, he offered his broken
life and bereaved affections to Miss Pa
tience Norcross a mature lady of thirty.
We have said that Mr. Jones had habit
of being married, and it had so grown upon
him, that, had Providence ,'pened the way,
he would in all probability have followed
up series of bereayements with success
sion Of consultations. But in selecting Miss
Patience he had no regard to compatibility
of temper He had never thought any
thing about it. His other marriages had
been happy incidents, and SO far as he knew
and reflected that was the order of nature.
But, Miss Patience had habit, too, and it
was In accordance with her name, for it
was failing that she leaned to virtues side
and beyond it. She lived in the remote
and future. The present with her was
never anything but a makeshift, a mere
temporary expedient till better times.
Distance not only lent enchantment to her
objects of pursuit, but was absolutely the
only charm to which she was sensitive.
She really liked Mr.. Jones almost up to the
hour of his proposals she meekly tolerated
him ever after
They were boarding for time, and the
wife said submissively to all her friends,
ooh, yes, it is very comfortable for the
present, till we feel able to keep house."
Mr.. Jones, after the remark had been re-
iterated for the fiftieth time, asserted that
he was able to keep house. To prove this,
he engaged and furnished q tasteful tene-
ment, and another year saw Miss Patience
the patient mistress of her own fireside.
"What pleasant situation p said Dame
Grundy, as she called on tour of inspec-
ton.
"Why, yes" returned Mrs Jones, ait is
all we can expect in house we hire. If we
were to build we should plan very differ
emily of course, and then you know one
could have the heart to make improvements
in shrubbery and fruit trees. Oh, Mrs.
Grundy, hope to live long enough to have
a house of my own"
Mr.. Jones was well to do and good natur-
ed. Moreover, he was little obtuse, as
we have seen, and did not perceive that
something to put up with is, with some of
us, practical necessity. So he said very
generously
"Mrs. Jones, in another year you shall
have house of your own"
81 am afraid you could not afford to build
such house as | would like"
:" / can and will. You shall make the
plan yourself, OF draw new one if you
prefer"
Mrs. Jones sighed, 1T will take SO long
in building; )" and from that hour every ra-
tional enjoyment was deferred till they
should get into their new dwelling. There
were the usual delays and disappointQents,
and Mrs. Jones' love of endurance was
fully gratified; she was RECALLED with lin
gering sweetness long drawn out.
AT length the house was butt and fur
nished, the grounds laid out and planted,
and the wheels of the new establishment
fairly in motion. Moreover, by rare good
luck, there was very little to alter or undo :;
most of the arrangements were desirable,
and the experiment successful
81 hope, my DEAR" said Mr.. Jones, chat
we are in condition to take comfort"
eff we ever get settled" assented Mrs,
Jones with sigh.
Well, years rolled on, and they were set
tied. The flowers bloomed, and the fruit
ripened. The turf thickened into velvet,
and the trees grew tall and cast welcome
shade. Strangers paused to admire the
premises as they passed, and neighbors
paid their various tributes of envy and adj
miration. Mr. Jones smoked his prime
cigar in the back piazza, aud grew to look
portly and contented. Nor so with Mrs.
Jones. To all encomiums lavished upon
her residence she replied submissively,
Yes, it's a pretty place, but we don't
know whom we built it for. We have no
children to come after us, and are lust nut
ting up improvements forstrangers to pull
down" H
Was ever woman so favored with an
indulgent fortune? Within wear from
the utterance of this remark, Mrs. Jones
was the happy-no, the patient mother of
a real, genuine, glorious baby. Mr.. Jones,
who had with difficulty RETAINED from hap
piness before, was uncontrollably iubilant
now. The boy was healthy, and hand
some, and bright. There was no mistake
about him; he was fixed fact, star of
the first magnitude. He had wants, it is
true, for which the fond father was intense
ly thankful, for to crafty and prevent
them was his supreme delight.
But the mother? Alas! hers were all
mothers anxieties and forebodings Till
the child was weaned she scarcely left the
house, or INDUCED in the simplest Injuries
Oh ole' linen there was the long period