Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-10-06
THE BEST WIFE IN THE WORLD.

The best wife in the world !" said Her
berd Ainscourt.
''Of course-I dare say" responded Mr.
PortcIoss. But what's your idea of tho
let wife in the world? Jones says he.
got the best wife in the world because she
keeps his stockings darncd, takes him to
church three times on Sunday, and never
lets MIN have an hour of hi. own. jenkins
says he got the same identical article, but
she keeps all the money, draws his salary
for him and makes him live in the back
kitchen because the parlor was too good for
the family to use,
"Ohi but Daisy isn't bit ogreish-a
little Submissive, soft voiced thing that has
not an idea except what is reflected from me.
tell you what, old fellow, IN the master
of my own house; come when please
aud go when please. Daisy never ventures
on word of reproach. -
Then you ought 10 be ashamed of your
.eIf larking aroGnd clubs as you do, dissi
lated bachelor fashion"
Ashamed what of?"
Why, suppose you owe some duties to
yuur wiie?'
Where the harm? Ny wife doesn' t
care"
''lr1babiy you think so because she is
quiet aud submissive; but If she were to
object"
Object I'd Ike to see her."
Now look here, Aiuscourt, your wife
may be model wife, but you certainly are
na model husband. People are beginning
to talk about tie way you neglect that pretty
little blue eyed girl. ~
''Il thank people 10 mind their own
business. Neglect her, indeed Why, man,
| love her Us love my own soul.
Then why don't you treat her as if you
did?'
''Oh,come Poricross, that just shows what
regular old bachelor you are. 1t won't do
10 make too much of your wife unless you
want to spoil her -
POrtcroSs shook his head
That sounds selfish. don like the ring
Of that metal.
And he went away, leaving Ainscourt TO
finish his game Of billiards at leisure.
What regular old fuss budget Port
cross Is, laughed the latter. Always po
king his nose into somebody else's business
There one comfort-I never ray attention
70 what he says
Meanwhile Mrs AinScourt was sitting
alone IN her drawing room, her two little
white hands locked in one another, and her
tar head slightly drooping-a delicate little
apple blossom of woman. with blue, wist-
iuI eyes aEd curly tiaxcn hair, looking more
like grown up child than wife Of twenty
one summers.
Oh dear!" sighed Daisy. Its so dull
here. wish Herbert would come home.
lie never spends any time with me now a
days, and | practice all his favorite songs
snd read the newspapers, so | can talk about
the things he's interested in, and try so
hard to be entertaining. Its very strange,
indeed.
Aud then her oval face frightened into
sudden brlllance, and the sparkles stole in
70 her eyes for her quick ear bad detected
Aef husbands footsteps on the stairs. The
next moment he came in.
We'll pet how are you?' with playful
s'''H oi the cheek. There are some bon
Gohs i"r Iou. Where are my light gloves,
Dai>v2"
On, Herbert you are not going out
again"
1 must, Daisy, There are a lot of fell
''"' gong to drive to High Bridge, and L
4'n one OF the party You can go over to
-'' 'haIneF 5 for d!nner, or send for one OF
S'u' iFleads, or something. There. good
'!s PusSs | IN in deuce of hurry
and with one careless kiss pressed on the
~ ,ro''eFihs damaSk rose of mouth that was
"',go W to him, he was was gone.
Daisy neither went to his mothers, nor
Su' ioT one of her friends. She spent the
s,eu.Hs all alone, pondering on the shadow
""'Ca was fast overgrowing her life.
What shall do p thought the little,
do?" ~ o"' "HA' ~
Da'' child as she was, Daisy had strong,
sO,aIe Woman's heart within her, nor was
sue long in coming to decision.
paiay said her husband to her the
uay' you havn't any objections to my
eaaing the Orion Bal Masque p
bert?" Aed oahS nice places her
les everybody goes; only l thought