Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-09-28
Mrs. Caufle ON Masonry.

The following IS supposed TO be lee
ture given to Mr.. Caudle by his wife af-
ter they had retired to bed, on the night
when he was made Mason:
snow, Mr.. Caudle-Mr. Caudle,
say: OIL you can't be asleep already,
know-now what mean to say is this ::
there's no use, none at all, in the mat.
ter, but at last my minds made up
Mr.. Caudle, / shall leave you. Either
I'll know all you've been doing tonight
or to morrow morning quit your house.
No, no; there's az. end to the marriage
state, / think-an end of all confidence
between man and wife-if husbands
to have secrets and keep 'em all to hi.n
self. Pretty secrets they must be whsn
his own wife can I know 'emi Not fit
for any decent person TO know, I'm sure
if that's the case. Now, Caudle don't
let us quarrel, there's a good soul; tell
me what it's all about? A pack Of non
sense, dare say; stlll-I should like to
know. There's a dear. Eth! Ohdon't
tell me there's nothing in it; | know bet
tor. I'm not fool Caudle; | know
there's good deal in it. I'm sure Id
II you anything. You know | would.
Well? Caudle you're enough TO vex
saint! Now don't you think you are
going to sleep; because you are not
Do you suppose Id ever suffered you to
be Mason if didn't suppose was to
know the secrets too? Not that it's any
thing to know. l dare say; and that's
why I'm determined to know il.
"But know what it is; oh, yes, there
can be no doubt. The secret is to kill
US poor women; to tyranize over them;
and to make 'en your saves--especially
their wives. Il must be something of
the sort, or you wouldn't be ashamed to
have it known. What's right and prop.
et need not be done in secret. It's an
insult 10 woman for man 10 be
Free Mason and let bis wife know moth.
ing of i. But, poor SOUL she's sure to
know it somehow, for nice husbands they
all make. Yes, yes: part of the So
cret is to think more of the world than
they do of their wives aud families
I'm sure, men have quite enough to
think of-that is, if they act properly
to care for them that they have at home.
They can't have much to spare for the
world beside. ga
Sand suppose they call you Broth
en- Caudle. A pretty brother. indeed
Go and dressing yourselves up in an
apron, like turnpike man-for that's
what you look like. And | should like
to know what the apron is for? There
must be something in is not very
respectable, I'm sure. Well. l only
wish was Queen for day or two, I'd
put an end to Free Masonry, and all
such trumpery, l know.
"Now come. Caudle; don't let us
quarrel. Eh? You're not 10 pain dear
What is it all about3 What are you ~
ing there laughing at? But l am fool
to trouble myself about you.
"And are you going to let me know
the secret eh? You mean to say you are
not? Now, Caudle you know it is hard
matter to put me in q passion-not that
| care about the secret myself; no, 1
would not give button to know it. For
it is all nonsense. I'm sure. 1t isn't the
secret care about; it's the slight, Mr..
Caudle, it's the studied insult that man
pays to his wife, when be thinks of 60
ing through the world keeping something
to himself which he won't let her know.
Man and wife one, indeed! l should
like to know how that can be when
man is a Mason-when he keeps Sc
cret that sets him and his wife apart.
"Caudle, you shan't close your eyes
for week--no, you shan't-unless you
tell me some Of it. Come, there's love
I'm sure, Caudle, l wouldn't refuse you
anything-and you know it, or ought to
know it by this time. / only wish had
secret! To whom should | think of
confding it but to my husband should
be miserable to keep it to myself, and
you know it. Now Caudle!
WAS there ever such man? A man
indeed A brute! yes, an unfeeling.
british creature, when you might oblige
me and you won't. l insure | won't
object to you being Mason; not at all.
Caudle: dare say it is very good
thing, it's only your making secret of
it that vexes me. But you'll tell me-
yo'I tell ne, your own Margaret. You
wonts You are wretch, Mr.. CaudIe
''But l know Why; oh, yes; can tell.
The fact is, you are ashamed to let me
know what fool they hive been making
of you. That is it. You, at your time
of life--the father of family; should
be ashamed of myself, Caudle.
Sand l suppose you will be going to
what You call your Lodge every night,
now. Lodge. indeed! Pretty place
it must be where you doa't admit wo-
men! Nice goings on, I dare say
Then you call one another brethren.-
Brethreni I'm sure you've relations
enough; you did not want any more
"A Long Branch confectioner ex-
presses himself thus: "Them Grants
hain't done our business no kind o'good
this summer. Why just think, they on ,
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