Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1870-06-28
Theory Reduced to Practice.
A TRUE STORY.


ALEC Alec, dear could you attend
to me one minute, if you please?'
Such soft, pleading little voice as
it was, such a pretty, half timid look
ing woman as owned it, sitting there
in her crimson merino dress, with
great work basket overshadowing it,
like the type of some huge Jugger-
naut. There was not a wrinkle in
her linen collar, not speck on her
white brilliant apron, while every
golden thread in her hair lay smooth
and shining as if it were gliStening
satin instead of human tresses.
Mr.. Verdon lay down his book with
.ostentatious despair.
What do you want now, Gather
inc? tits little singular that man
can't get five consecutive minutes
reading in this house, isn't it? No
sooner do these noisy children get off
to bed than a dozen other disturban-
ce8 start up to distract ones brainr
Il am sorry to disturb you, Alec,
said the much enduring wife; but [
only want to know whether you wo'd
prefer your new shirts made with but
tons or studs ?
Studs and buttons! groaned Mr..
Verdon, rather melo.dramatically.-
Upon my word, Catherine, it seems
as if your mind revolved on nothing
more important than a round of the
pettiest household concerns. As if |
cared how you make my shirts
But you were very much displeas-
ed, dear, when I made the collars to
your last set after an old fashioned
pattern
'Of course l was. A man don't
want to 90 about looking like Methu-
saleh.
No dear, but
But, my dear Catherine, l am de-
cidedIy annoyed to see you sinking in
/ to a mere domestic drudge
4 don't understand you, Alec
Surely wife and mother should
make it her first aim to study .he com
fort of her husband and family
To a certain extent, Mrs. Nerdon
to a certain extent, this may be
quite true. But when Mr.. Peterson
asked your opinion of IS last
work, the other evening, you astonish-
ed everybody by confcssiug that you
had not read it. I was ashamed,
/ Observation-Disclosures
/ But, Alec, what time DO l get to
read?'
Time! time You must MAKE time,
child. Let domestic cares be second
airy to the cultivation Of your intellec-
tual nature. Why, | cannot describe
to you, my dear, how deeply mortified
/ | was at Mrs. Lessons conversation
when every one was discussing the
new literary consultations, by your
confused silence. While Mrs. OgilyIe
why, she was positively sparkling
in her ready argument aud charming
critical taste
Yes retorted Catherine Yerdon
stung at last into something like re
taliation, and Mr.. Ogilyie was there
with ragged shirt bosom, and th(
lower button gone from his dresI
coat.
AS l remarked before, my dear
buttons and shirts are not a primar.
consideration.
And went on Catherine, the dres!
maker says that Mrs. OgiIyie has NJ
more idea of housekeeping than kit
ten. SUCH coffee, she says
All dressmaker's tattle = interrupt
ed Mr.. Verdon, with a lofty hourisI
of his left arm. i shouldn't car
what sort of coffee | drank, if | had
wife like Laura Ogilvie'
Catherine flushed to her very fore
head, but she bit her Hp IN rcSolut
! selfcontrol.
1 want very much to please you
/ Alec she said mcckly. Will you tel
! me now to be intelIcctualY
= Mr.. Alexander Eerdon pulled hi
moustachc in rather a puzzled mar
r ucr.
G Why-why, my dear, you mus
read all the new works to begin wit
. and keep up the general newspape
current. and take a critical survey o
r paintings ana statues, and-and a
c that sort Of thing, you know
Yes, but Alcc-'
e Now, Cathie, l really wish 20
z would let me read little in peace
l get so little time to cultivate m
5 mind
/ Mrs. Vcrdon sighed softly to he
5 sell as she cut the fairy button hole
l. down the front of her husbands ne
+ shirt.