The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1870-03-16
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THE BEST WIFE IN TIE WORLD
BIZ; AMY RASpoLu.

"The best little wife in the
world ~ said Herbert Ainscourt.,
'".Of course--I dare say,n res
ponded Mr.. Purtcross. "B (
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 Of q Sunday, and never lets
him have an oplilionso his own.
Jenkins says he's got tho 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 too good for the fami-
ly to use." XII
"Oh bnt Daisy isn't a bit ogre
ish--a little submissive, soft-voiced
thing that hasn't an idea except
what is reflected from me. / tell
you what, old fellow, I'm the mas.
ter Of my own house ; come when
! please, and so when ] please,
Daisy never ventures ON a word of
reproach.' 49,.
Then you ought to be asham-
ed Of yourself, larking round at the
clubs as you do, dissi pated bache.
lor fashion," -, - ..,...,... .,.r
Ashamed What Off So ~,
Why, I suppose you owe SOME
duties to your wifeP- .
g Where's the. harm My wife
dosen't care.' af IS ~ .f..ao. ..r-y.. .
Probably You think so, because
she is quiet and Submissive; hut
ifshe were TO object, .'te >etss. ~ .,
'oBiec,i I'D like to hear her
try it," .-,,,.a,S7. = -. y. - -
Now, look here, Ainscourt /;
your wife may be a model wife,
but you certainly are not a model
husband. People are beginning
to talk about the way you neglect
that pretty little blue.eyed girl =
III thank people to mind their
own business. Neglect her, in
deed ! Why, man, 1 love her as
love my own soul. '.-.-a''7'''-~.~'
Then Why dolif youtreat her
as It you didPs 80 "a DIS
'Oh come PortcToss, that ques.
ton Just shows what q regular old
bachelor you are. 1t won't do to
make too muoh of your wife, nm.
less You want to spoil her, a.ar.
Mr.. Portcross shook his head.
THAT sounds selfsh. / don't like
the ring Of the metal. 's,1no,, - 80 !. -,
And he went away, leaving Mr..
Ainscourt to finish his game of
billiards at his leisure. 81 81, u. - -,
T What o regular old fuss bud
get Portcross is,' laughed the lat.
ter. Always poking his nose in.
to somebody else's b usin es 8.
There's one comfoit-I never pay
any attention to what he says.'
Meanwhile. Mrs. Ainsconrt was
setting alone in her drawing room
her two little white hands tightly
locked in one another. and her fair
head slightly drooping--a delicate
little app'e-blossom Of a woman,
with blue wistfni eyes and curly
flaxen hair, looking more like a
grownup child than o wife Of
twenty one summers.
20 dear ? sighed Daisy. 1t is
30 dull here. / wish Herbert would
come home. He never spends any
time with me nowadays, and /
practice all bis favorite songs, and
read the newspapers, 80 can talk
abort the things he is interested
In, and try so hard to be entertain
ing. It's very strange ass s
| And then, her oval face bright,
ened into Sudden brilliance, and
sparkles stole into her eyes ; for
the wife's quick ear had detected
her husband's footstep on the
stairs, The next moment he came
in. ..,- +.
well, pet, how are you 7" with
q playful pinch of her cheek.
There are some bon6ons for you.