Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1869-10-28

Lay un tho CaFrlnSc--CuCCh III" ucCV oi6AS
Take up lies duties again:
Turn the face fully toward Heaven and God;
Ills sweet peace shall keep thee still; If
Bow low before Hila. Kissing HIS rod,
And murlnllr, lOve-"Just Us God will"
Selretr0 Miscellanu.
THE BEST WIFE IN THE WORLD.
GY AMY RANDOLPH.
1.-THE best little wife in the world!' said
Herbert AinScourt."
'.Of course--I dare say" responded Mr..
Pcltcross. "But what's your exact idea O
the best wife in the world? Jones gays he'i
GOT the best wife in the world because she
keeps his stockings darned. takes him tC
church three times Of Sunday, and never
let him have an idea of his own. Jenkins
SAWS he's cot the same identical article, but
Jenkins wife keeps all the money, draws
his salary for him, and makes him live in
the back kitchen because the parlor is toe
good for the family to use."
.Oh but Daisy isn't bit ogreish--- a lit.
tie submissive, soit-voiced thing that hasn't
M idea except what Is reflected from me.
I tell YOU what, old fellow, I'm the master
of my own house come when please,
and go when I please. Daisy never ven.
lures on q word Of reproach." -.
"Thep, you ought to be ashamed of your.
self, larking around Mt the clubs as you do,
Observation-Disclosures fashion"
ASHAMED! what off,"
"Why, I suppose You owe some duties to
your wife p
Where's the harm? My wife doesn'l
care" ''
Probably you think SO because she il
quiet and Submissive; but if she were to
object" e
"Obiect! I'd like to hear her try it."
Now, look here, Ainscourt, your wife
may he a model wife, but you certainly an
not model husband. People are begin
ming to talk about the way You neglect thai
pretty little blue.eyed girl"
'Illthank people to mind their own busi,
ness. Neglect her indeed! Why, man,
love her rs love my own soul.
Then, why don't You treat her as if you
did?", w.
t"Oh, come, Portcross, that question just
shows what irregular old bachelor you are
IL won't do to make too much Of your wife
unless you want to spoil her"
Mr.. Portcross shook his head.ff
- That sounds selfish. rdont like Tho
ring of that metal"
And he Went away, leaving Mr.. Aims
court to finish his game of billiards at lei
sure.
'What regular old fuss-budget Port
Cross is" laughed the latter. ''Always
pokine his nose into somebody else's bust.
ness. There's one comfort-I never pay
any attention to what he says"
Meanwhile Mrs. Ainscourt was sitting
alone in her drawing-room. her two little
white hands tightly locked in one another,
and her fair head slightly dropping "a de-
lcate little apple-blossom Of woman. with
blue, 'wistful eyes and curly faxen hair,
looking more like grown.up child than q
wife of twenty-one summers.
30 dear p sighed Daisy. 1T is 80 dull
here. wish Herbert would come home.
He never spends any time with me nova
days, and practice oil his .favorite songs,
and read the newspapers, SO l. can tall
about the things he's interested in, and try
so hard to be entertaining. It's very
strange"
And then her oval face frightened into
sudden brilliance, and the sparkles stole
into her eyes; for the quick ear had detect.
ed her husbands footsteps on the stairs
The next moment he came in.
'Well, pet, how are your" with a. play.
full pinch of her cheek. ''There are some
1on6ons for you. Where are my light
gloves?" =" =. - q
20 Herbert you are not going away
again,?''
II must, Daisy. There are lot Of fell
lows going to drive to High Bridge, and
I'm one Of the party. You can go over to
your friends, or something. There, good.
bye, puss, I'm in deuce of hurry"
And with one careless kiss pressed on the
quivering damask rose of o mouth that was
lifted up to him, he was gone.
Daisy Alnscourt neither went to her
mother-in-law, nor sent for one of her girl
friends. She spent the evening oil alone,
bordering on tho shadow which was fast
overgrowing her life. ~
.'What shall I do?" thought the little
timid, shrinking wife, "Oh, what shall ]
do?'' - -7sl} n i
But, child ss she was, Daisy had . strong,
resolute woman's heart within her, nor was
she long in coming to decision.
daisy" said her husband to her the
next day, '.you haven't any objections to
my attending the Orion Bal Masque?"
''Are masked balls niceplaces, HERBERT
'Oyes, everybody goes; only thought
I'll pay you the compliment of asking
whether you disapproved or not" =
"Can 60 with your" u. it.
'Well-ahem-not very we'll, this time,
Daisy. You see, Mrs. Fenchurch really
limited SO strongly for me to take, her, thai
L couldn't help it," =
:. every weli," assented Daisy, .meekly
and Herbert repeated within himself The
pecan of praises he had chanted in Mr.
Portcross' ears: 1.-The best little vito il
the world" ,"' .,s.
But, Notwithstanding all this, Mr.. Aims
court was not exactly pleased, when, at thu
.selfsame bal masque, during tie gay period
face browning the picturesque costume of 9
Bavarian peasant girl.
'Hallo r he calculated, rather ungRac
iously, '.you here!'
eyes" lisped Daisy, with a girlish smile
"You said everybody went! Andoh, Her
bert. isn't it nice ?''s z&s gs - ttt
Herbert Ainscourt said nothing more
bnt Mrs. Fenchurch found him very sta
pid companion for the remainder Of tn
evening, -. e. -4g4
He was late at dinner the next day; but
late as he was, he found himself more pune
tual than his wife, and the solitary meal wa
half over before Mrs. Daisy tripped in. hel
cashmere shawl trailing over her shoulders
and her dimpled cheeks all pink with tn
fresh wind.
'Am 1 behind time! Really, I am 81
sorry! But we have been driving in tn
park, and" ~
eve! Who are p growled her hus
band. '~'
"why, Colonel Adair and Tho Colone
Adair that you go out with so much"
"NOw, look here. Daisy !" CALCULATED Mr.
Ainscourt, rising from the table and push
ing back his chair, "Adair isn't exactly tn
man want you to drive with!
'.But you go everywhere with him!'
Il dare say--but you and ore two dill
ferent persons"
s'Now, dear Herbert" interposed Daisy
willfully misunderstanding him, ''you know
never was bit proud, and the associate
that arc good enough for my husband, ar
GOOD enough for me. Let me give You
few more oysters"
Ainscourt looked sharply at his wife,
Was she really in earnest, or was there
hooking undercurrent of satire in her tone
Int could not decide, so artless was he
cunltennnce.
III talk to her about it some time, wa
his internal decision.
"Daisy," he said, caressly, when Dime
was over, eve asked old Mrs. Burberry t.
come, and spend the day with you to-mol
row."
ooh, have you? I'm sorry, for am on
gagged ont Tomorrow
"You! Wherc?'
"Oh, at Delmonico's. I've joined q We
mans lights Club, and We meet there