The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1869-04-16

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A little tt1rf.heaped, tear-dewed mound ;
A little added to his soil ala
A little rest from hardest toll. - 70.
"A little silver in his hair ~ -
! A little stool, and easy chair,
A little night Of earth-lit gloom, Oh. .
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The Best wife I'm the World.
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BY AMY RANDOLPH. &.
1.-THE best little wife in the
world !" said Herbert Ainscourt.:sa
=" Of oourse-I dare say,"c ress
ponded Mr.. Portcross. s'But what s
your exact idea Of the best wife in
The world? Jones says HE'sr'got
the best wife in the world, because
she keeps his stockings darned,
takes him to church three times of
q Sunday, and never let's him have
an opinion Of his own.J Jsnkings
says HE'S got the same identical ar
ticle, but Jenkins vito 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 ,ise." :..>''A. g,
"Oh! but Daigy isn't a bit ogre
ish-a little submissive, sof.-yoiced
thing that hasn't an idea except
what is reflected from me. I tell
you what, old fellow, I'm the mas
ter of my own house; I come when
please, and 60 when 1 please. -
Daisy mover ventures word Of re-
preach. .''-------.------.--.--4-'- =,
il" Then you ought to be ashamed
of yourself larking about the clubs
as you do, dissipated bachelor fash &.
ion. .~.s. -.... ,s aS'. 4. 80
- Ashamed What of?' ,loF
Why, L suppose you owe some
duties to your wife," ~ -.''.@ .,,t..,.:., =.
| Where's the harm My wife
doesn't care.i''T :&"ta
- Probably you think so because
she is quiet and submissive A; but if
she were to Object -.
"Objecte 1'd like to hear her
| try it. !" ~ ,bs4 ,at S."ii -" a'I.,atE9
| Nov look here, Ainscourt; your
wife may be a model wife, but you
certainly are not model husband.
People are beginningto, talk about
the way you neglect that pretty
blue7eyed girl.'. .slonraa, .ars. 5a1
=. Ial thank people to mind their
own business. Neglect her, indeed!
Why, man. l love her as I love my
own soul.' .,.ax,... a..g
Thsn " Wy ~ son's' you treat her
| 's.Oh. como, Portcross ); that
question just shows what a regular
old bachelor you are. 1t won't do
| to make too much Of your wife un-
less you want to spoil her. =,
| Mr.. Portcross shook his head. ~ .
I " That sounds selfish. Idon't
like the ring of the metal" " n1 ~
| And he went away, leaving Mr..
lAinscourt to finish his game Of bill
liards at his leisure. 49,,
I "What a regular old fuss-budget
Port,ross ISL laughed the latter. ~
20 Always poking his nose into some
body else's business. There's one
comfort 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 delicate
little apple blossom of a. woman,
with blue wistful eyes, and curly
faxen hair. looking more like q
grown up child than . wife of twen-
ty -one summers.
20 dear !" sighed Daisy. It
Is so dull here. / wish Herbert
would come home.,o He never spends
any time with me nowadays, and I
practice all his favorite songs, and
read the newspapers, SO can talk
about the things he is interested in
and try 80 hard to be entertaining
It's very strange. gdu IopT 7aH 10 q
And then her oval face frightened
into sudden q brilliancs, and xthc
sparkles Stole into her eyes : for the
wife s quick car had detected her
husband footstep on the stairs
The next moment he came in. Z,
| "Well, pet, how are you /? with
a playful pinch Of her cheek. There
are. some BoNBoNs for you.o Where
are my light gloves ~ NJ .fs1nint !.
20 Herbert! you are not going
away again?'' M, : - n, n
4 must Daisy. Their, are .r . lot
of fellows going to drive mp to High
!! Bridge, and Pm ono Of the. party,
You can 60, over to my mothers to
dinner, Or send for one Of your friends
or something. There, good bye,
puss; I'm in q deuce of hurry" 2.
And with one careless kiss pressed
on the quivering damask rose Of .
mouth that WAS lifted up to him, he
was rome. teo4f 81 e58I ~ 4 ii.qi 10
Daisy Ainscourt mother went to
her mother-in-laW, nor sent, for one
Of her girl-friends. She spent the
|eyening albalone, pond aefing aoa tbs,
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