The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-10-29
Misr&llaneons SeIertions.
The Best Wife in the World.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

'Ihe best little wife IN world 7 said
Herbert Ainscourt.
of course-I dare say responded
Mr.. Portcross. But what's your exact
idea Of the best wife in the world
Jones says he's got the best wife in the
world, because she keeps his stockings
darned, takes him to church three times
on Sunday, and never lets him have
an idea of his own. Jenkins says he's
got the same identical article, but Jenks'
wife keeps all the money, draws his
salary for him, and makes him live in
the back kitchen because the parlor is
too good for the family to use.'
oh! but Daisy isn't bit ogreish-a
little submissive, soft-voiced thing that
hasn't an idea except what is reflected
from me. I tell you what, old fellow,
Pm the master of my own house;
come when please, and go when 1
please. Daisy never ventures on a word
of reproach.'
Then, you should be ashamed of
yourself, larking around at the clubs as
you do, dissipated-bachelor fashion,
ASHAMED! what off
why, / suppose you owe some duties
to your wifeP
Where's the harml Ny wife doesn't
care
Probably you think SO because she is
quiet and submissive; but if she were to
object
'Objectl I'd like to hear her try it
Now, look here, Ainscourt, your wife
may be model wife, but you certainly
are not a model husband. People are
beginning to talk about the way you me-
lglect that pretty little blue-eyed girl
I'll thank people to mind their own
business. Neglect her, indeed! Why
man, l love her as love my own SOUL
Then, why don't you treat her as if
you didP
oh, come, Portcross, that question
just shows what a regular old bachelor
you are. 1t won't do to make too much
of your wife, unless you want to spoil
her.
Mr.. Portcross shook his head.
THAT sounds selfish. don't like the
ring of that metal
And he went away, leaving Mr.. Aims
cOrt to finish his game of billiards at leis-
ure.
What a regular old fuss-budget Port
cross is, laughed the latter ALWAYS
poking his nose into somebody else's
business. There's one comfort-I never
pay any attention to what he says.'
Meanwhile Mrs Aintscourt was sitting
alone in her drawing-room, her two lit
tie white hands tightly locked in one an
other, and her fair head slightly droop-
ing-a delicate little apple-blossom of a
woman, with blue, wisLful eyes and cur
ly 1axen hair, looking more like a grown
up child than wife of twenty-one sum-
mers.
% dear ? sighed Daisy. 1t is so dull
here. ] wished Herbert would come
home. He never spends any time with
me nowadays, and I practice his fsvo-
rite songs, and read the newspapers, so
l can talk about the things he's interes-
ted in, and try so hard to be entertain
ing. 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 detected her husbands footsteps
On the stairs. The next moment he
came in.
We'll, pet, how are you p with a play
'ul pinch of her cheek. There are some
IONS 6Ons for you. Where are my light
,lovesP
% Herbert, you are not going away
lgainP
q must Daisy. There are a lot of
ellOws going to drive to High Bridge,
nd Pm one Of the party. You can 90
ver to my mothers for dinner, or send
or one of your friends, or something ,
here, good-by, puss, Pm in deuce Of
hurry :
And with one careless kiss pressed on !
he quivering damask rose Of a mouth {
nat was lifted up to him, he was gone. !;
Daisy Ainscourt neither went to her .
nor sent for one of her a
irl friends. She spent the evening all &
one, pondering on the shadow which
as fast overgrowing her life.
'What shall,I doP thought the little n
mid, shrinking wife. 'o6, what shall h h
dog y y
But, child as she was, Daisy had a
rong, resolute woman's heart within m
II, nor was she long in coming to de- "a
'ion-
Daisy said her husband to her the
xt day, you haven't any objections to n
7 attending the Orion Ball Masque p
Are masked balls, nice places, Her fir
rtF h.
% yes everybody goes; only thought trs
pay you the compliment of asking Of
ether you disapproved or not n,
'Can 1 go with youp 90,
'Well-ahem-not very we'll, this
le, Daisy. You see. Mrs. Fenchurcb vo
lily limited SO strongly for me to take -
. that l couldn't help it, m.
Very WE'LL sssented Daisy, meekly lit
! Herbert repeated within himself the
an of praises he had chanted in Mr.