The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-04-23

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that she was alone, this speck on their
matrimonial horizon made her heart sink
to zero.
"What if Charley should grow fanatic
al on the subject of rosebud wives, with
two ideas in their heads2" she mused,
anxiously. "Oh what shall do?"
Early in the afternoon, Dick Pomeroy,
her husbands youngest brother, arrived,
radiant in light green duck and gold
mounted eyeglasses. with three-corner-
ed note from his married brother, to the
effect that he wanted to bring three class
mates home to dinner-nice old fellows.
all married and settled-and Minta must
look her prettiest-
But do tell q sympathizing fellow
what's the matter exclaimed the messen-
ger: you look blue. Has Charley been
kicking up row."
''No, Dick, there isn't any storm, only
one is threatening, I fear" and then she
related the conversation at the breakfast
table.
Now let's fix up this matter in short
order. Minta," he replied, with twinkle
in his eyes, as he laid down his cane and
hat on the lounge. II can't stand cody
by and see either Of you martyrized, or
witness play of the Kilkenny cats. Let's
put our two heads together. Surely the
united forces of q couple such ought to
upset the such an insignificant young
spooney as that husband of yours"
None of that sir. He's magnificent
darling creature, and won't hear him
abused He's only afraid will grow
strong-minded, and the fear carries him
to the other extreme"
"Now," continued she. settling in cor
ner of the sofa, IF I had been born with
any other hair in the world but red, and
and rundown nose, l would enter the
rostrum of Woman's Rights at once. and
strongly advocate not voting, not holding
Office, not wearing an outlandish bloomer
costume, not digging sewers. laying pipes,
and running engines. as some delicate
gentlemen pretend they fear We shall do,
when they know we won't; but simply to
change places with the lords ct creation
for one month. No longer. Oh, no-l'm
not cruel. Then let them enjoy having
their reading prescribed to them. Throw
the newspapers out at the back windows,
and when they are hungry for brain food
let them regale themselves on a skim
milk fashion article, or magazine story.
Why do so many men try to make their
wives think they are their interiors intel
lectually?" and the blue eyes flashed.
"Afraid! afraid of 'em !" calculated the
tall stripping. complacently examing his
luxuriant growth of black hair in the mir
ror.
"Only." continued Minta, "when Mr..
High-and-mighty has been outwitted and
euenched in an argument by some fair
one; when he is driven to the wall with
his brain at stand or whirling in eddies,
and only his gall in active play, does he
acknowledge her his equal in intellect"
"Hurrah for Pomeroy! Pomeroy for
e-v-e-r!" laughed the young gentleman,
tossing up his hat. "That isn't bad. Min
ia. Do go into the woman meetings. des-
pite the red hair, just to plague Charles" :"
Mercy" calculated Mrs p, ut is two
o'clock, and I haven't thought Of dinner.
Clear the track quick and let me run to
the kitchen. Good-by!" she called gayly.
as her heels ratified lightly down the
stairs.
Dinner time arrived, as did the guests,
three tall, spare individuals, all lawyers.
who eyed young Mrs. Pomeroy keenly,
to ascertain hcw Charley's wife compared
with their own, and then fell to devour-
ing her superb cooking, and addressing
all their conversation to her husband.
Minta Pomeroy was not only an ami
able young lady, and a superior cook.
but q high spirited creature; and this un-
gentlemanly treatment made her blood
boil
do they think mo . simpleton. "she
whispered to Dick, who sat at her right
hand.