Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-11-08

e had failed to give her, or OF the mentf
shock she had suffered when a suspicio
o crossed her mind that the support {
l. the strong loving nature upon whic
S she had learned to depend had been pa1
y TALLY withdrawn from her, thinkin
e only of the pull in that shirt, and cor
|, Meeting Daisy with it as being someho,
n the cause, he turned out the gas an
crawled into bed.
t And the baleful demon spread abroa,
1 his ebon wings wider and broader owe
: the horizon of their happiness.
Q Having once commenced to fnC
: misfts and faults, they seemed to mul
tiply daily, and for a time Daisy
, hands were full of business.
| Fred took the matter at last into hi
own hands, insisting that he SHOULD
: plan and his wife should sew according
| to his direction. True, when the shir
was taken up on the shoulders and sew
: ed in under the arms, the proportions o
the garment lost their ease and grace
Shirt after shirt beng shorn of it,
amplitude, was found to be too dimin
lltive for Fred's stalwart form, an(
could not be worn without confining
his arms in most uncomfortable man
ner, or would allow him no liberty o1
motion without splitting up the back
To ramedy this, Fred put his ingenu
ity to the test in devising intricate
and wonderful ''pieces,' % "gores," and
diamonds" calculated and cut with
mathematical accuracy, with which he
puzzled poor, simple little Daisy, who
knew nothing about angles, or geome
trical construction, insisting that she
should sew them into positions at once
novel and original for Fred was guild
ed by no precedent-he ignored all
laws of needle work, and paid not the
slightest regards to his wife's faint pro
test against his innovations. So she
settled down into a calm, automatic
obedience, and, regardless of material
OF garment, she pinned and basted,
/ and sewed acc riding to his order; but
all to no purpose-hiS shirts aOOUld not
M-!
/ Thus matters were growing worse
with the Lattimers, and the demon
grew more and more jubilant every
! day.
/ About this time Mrs. Deacon Weston
came with her knitting to spend the af
/ ternoon with her little friend.
/ Mrs. Weston was kind, motherly
/ sort of woman, and was always among
I the young people Daisy deter mined
| to ask her for the pattern of the dea-
GOES shirts, and by the old lady's ex-
perience she might do better iu the fu-
ture. So after she had ensconced Mrs
/ Weston in the easiest chair, at the
/ pleasantest window of the pretty sit
( ting-room, she brought out her sewing
and sat by her side.
"Making shirts, eh, Daisy?" said
Mrs. Weston, looking intently at the
! little wife's work over the top of her
spectacles "Why, what funny
shape!"
"Do you think se?" said Daisy, tim
idly. "I was going to ask you if you
hadn't nice pattern to lend me, for l
don't seem to succeed very well of
late.
ooh, my dear child, / haven't made
! the deacon's shirts for many a long
year. It is my candid opinion that no
woman can make her husbands shirts
to his satisfaction; if she can she may
! be assured that he is not long for this
world The only quarrel the deacon
and I ever had was about this very
! thing. You have no idea how many in
compatibilities and uncongenialities
this subject brought up; and if [ had
not set my foot down just when L did,
we should have been subjects to have
/ delighted the most rabid divorce agent. "
/ Encouraged by these words, Daisy
/ told her friend of her attempts and
failures; and that she might see the
extent to which the thing had gone,
! she opened closet door, and brough
/ out pile of abnormal garments, which
were clipped and pieced into such
shapes as to render it impossible for a
human being to wear them. These she
laid in Mrs. Weston's lap. The old
lady laid down her knitting, and turn
| ed them over with an air of curious in
terest. Then laying her head back in
her chair, she laughed until the tears
rolled down her fat cheeks and dimmed
her speetables. Taking them off with
one hand, she was polishing them on a
sleeve of one of the deformities with
/ the other, when she caught sight OF
Daisy's perplexed face.
81 know what you have gone
through, y she said. "Every married
woman comes to this sooner or later. I,
too, have my relics of the shirt war.
Now [ am going to give you some ad-
vice Don't do any more Of this kind
of work. Put all these in a rag-bag,
and let Fred have his shirts made IN
future by men who make it their
special business. [ have seen enough
to know that if this goes on much
longer, you will jeopardize and per
haps ruin your chance of future hap
piness."
Daisy went on with her sewing, and
said nothing in reply; but q new pur-
pose was born in her soul.
The very next time she attempted to
carry out one of Freds originalimprov-
ments it was, as usual, not q success.
Fred lost his temper, and rolling the
shirt into a bundle, he pitchedlt across
the room, and exclaimed, petulantly,
"There's no use to try; [ can't veal
the thing, and it's ali your fault, Daisy.
| never yet knew a woman who had
brains enough to make anything fit fol
q man to wear"
Then Daisy's pretty, soft black eyes
flashed, and she came and stood beside
him
Frederick" said she, GIVE tried
hard enough TO please you III thls mat
ter, but now | solemnly protest against
dong it any more. In future you must
get your shirts made by some one else
[ shall lose the pleasure [ have had II
doing something for you, but you vii
be better pleased, and we shall both be
happier" :" .
After a short but spirited and deci
siye battle the matter was settled, anC
after that Fred had his shirts made IL
the city.
To say that he found no fault aftel
this, OF that the shirt makers always
succeeded in getting a perfect fit
would not be true; but other mel
seemed satisfied, and he felt that ht
must be; besides, he found that no ned1
would follow his erratic orders with the
submission Of wife.
And so, discomfted and disappoint
ed the demon of the shirt folded VI
his black plumage, and unwillingl,,
/ orooSa1 tho tbraCb hold of their door