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

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same fault.
} "The whole half dozen will have t
be altered, of course, said the demon
/ "Daisy is so systematic that if there /
a fault in one, you Will find it in all.
SO Fred called out to his wife that h
would leave the shirts lying on the bed
end that she might as well alter then
all, and make one job Of it.
After the baby had gone to sleep tha
morning, tho little wife sat down will
8ssre her, and after sew
-ufal hours of unremitting industry, th'
fer stitches we're completed, and the de
sired alterations made.
"Did you do my shirts, to-day 2
was the first salutation of her husband
as he came home at night.
"Oh, yes, Fred,' said she, kissing
him: "and J. hope now you will find
them all right"
every well," said Fred; "TIl try
one on after tea and see"
/ After praising his wife's light biscuit,
eating a whole beefsteak, and drinking
three cups of coffee, be went to his
room to try on his shirts, the demon
following closely at his heels. Soon
Fred's vexed voice brought Daisy to
his side ''This won't do at all !" he
exclaimed; "see what bunch there is
here in the back"
"That," she replied, "is the seam
where [ pieced it up; besides, when it
was made higher in the back, it was a
little longer than the band, SO [ held it
in little
"Wen," said Fred, angrily, "I
won't have that great bunch on my
back [ can tell you; the band must be
made longer if necessary"
"Then they won't fit your collars, -
she said.
'No, matter" replied Fred; II can't
wear them this way" and he looked
cross and felt cross. He was already
too much in the power Of the demon to
be polite to his wife.
'TCan'tyou do these tonight said
he, after long silence. " [ really want
my shirts. :"
Poor Daisy she was so tired; be-
sides, there were all the button-holes
in little Tommy's new pants, which she
had promised him for his birthday, to-
morrow, to be worked that evening.
But after moments hesitation she
said, as cheerfully as she could:
"Well, yes, if you'll give me the ex-
act length you want the bands / will
cut them out and baste them tonight,
and sew them on with the machine in
the morning"
"That's DEAR said Fred; "and
I'll try them on and see if they are all
right before you sew them"
L Il, E I IL,
paper to his wife while she sewed in
the evening; but tonight, after he had
cut out a paper measure for his shirt
band, he was so tired and his shirt
pulled so that he couldn't read; be-
sides, he wished that Daisy wouldn't
sew evenings.
Why" whispered the demon,
'Ecan't she leave the baby and her sew
ing and come down into the balcony
and talk to you? Of course, tonight,
she must do those shirts, but usually
she is about some woman's nonsense or
other"
Fred listened approvingly, and the
demon perched on the balcony rail and
chuckled at his success.
Daisy sat alone in her pretty sitting
room adjoining the nursery, and work
ed. A great cloud overshadowed her
heart but she loved her husband too
well to believe he had anything to do
with it, and she wondered what made
her feel 50 tired and discouraged.
Poor Fred !" she said to herself;
'Ehe must be tired too, for he hasn't
read a word to me to night. [ hope
he won't fall asleep on the balcony and
catch cold"
The demon now hav thoroughly
demoralized Fred, cam Up and sat on
the back of her chair, and watched her
a while draw the threads in the linen.
Then he said, softly:
q Poor child it is too bad to do such
unnecessary work. Don't you find
Fred's handkerchief when he loses it {?
Don't you brush his coat and part his
back hair2 Don't you listen when
he reads to you those tiresome political
speeches? Don't you always have
what he likes for dinner Are you not
an accomplished housekeeper, devot-
ed mother, and a model wife And he
forgets oil this in his vexation about a
paltry shirt y
Daisy wearily put aside the demon ;
but she could not help thinking that
there was some truth in what he had
said.
Just as she had finished the last but
ton-hole in Tommy's pants Fred came
up stairs.
* Well, Daisy" said he, so fretfully
as to make the demon grin, you are
not very sociable tonight. "
"Why, Fred, [ have been wondering
all the evening why you didn't come
up and talk to me; but Isuppose dear,
you were too tired, wern't you ?"-he
doing nothing but pet the demon, while
she, sewing away with q stitch IN her
side and pain in her heart, was find
ing excuses for him.
"Of course was" said her husband.
"And now, if you have done my shirts,
| wish you would put up your everlast-
ing sewing"
"Oh, I am afraid he is going to have
softening of the brain," she thought,
'he has acted 50 strangely all day"
He, again, never noticing the tired
red spot on her cheek, and she magni-
flying this exhibition Of a selfish tenn
per into the symptoms of fatal dis
ease.
Fred tried on one of the shirts.
"Now, Daisy" said he, this is really
too bad; you've got this band too
large. Don't you see how loose and
baggy it is 2"
Daisy was going to say, "No, really
! don't see, !" for the difference between
this one and the one she had taken off
was just one-eighth Of aninch;) but the
demon suggested again softening of
the brain. SO she said nothing, but
gazed rather blankly into Fred's face.
II do wish you wouldn't look at me
in such a stupid manner when [ want
you to suggest any improvement, y said
her husband.
The little woman felt big lump rise
up in her throat, but she only replied.
q I really don't know what improve
ment to suggest.
"You1l have to make them six
teenth of an inch smaller" said Fred.
Here, TIL measure my collars and
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