The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1871-08-12

"Poor Fred - she said to herself; III
must be tired too, for he hasn't read
word To me tonight. hope he won
fall asleep on the balcony and cate
l cold.
The demon, now having thoroughly dC
moraliled Fred, came up and sal on III
back OF her chair, and watched her
while draw the threads in the linen. The
he said, softly;
Poor child II is too bad to do such M
necessary work. Don't you find Fred
handkerchief when he loses 1t Don't yol
brush his coat and part his back hair
Don't you listen when he reads to yol
those tiresomG political speeches. Don
you always have what he likes for dinner
Are you not an accomplished hOusekeep
or, q devoted mother, and model wife
And he lOrgets all this in his vGXatiOI
about n pallry shirt"
Daisy YEARLY put aside the demon; bu
she could not help thinking that there
was some truth in what he had said.
Just as she had finished the last but
ton'hoIe in TOmmy's pants, Fred came NJ
stairs
"Well, Daisy" said he, so lrettully as
TO make the demon grin all over, lyon are
rery sociable tonight"
Why, Fred, l have been wondering
all the evening why you didn't come up
and talk to me; but | suppose, dear, you
were too tired, weren't you9-hG doing
nothing but pet the demon, while 1e,
sewing away with stitch in her side and
q pain in her heart was finding excuses
lOr'him.
:" OF course ! was" said her husband
." And now, II you have done my shirts, |
wish you would put up your everlasting
sewing.
"O6, | am afraid he is going to have
sOltening OF the brain" she thought, "he
has acted so strangely all day"
lie, again, never noticing the tired red
spot on her cheek, and she magnilying
this exhibition Of u selfish temper into the
symptoms Of II fatal disease.
Fred tried on one of tho shirts. "N0w
Daisy" said he, this is really too bad
you've got this band too large. Don't
you see how loose and baggy Il is?'
Daisy was going to say, mo, l really
don't see (tor the difference between this
one and the one she had taken off was
just one'eighM Of an iachj) but the demon
again soitening of the brain.
SO she said nothing, but gaZed rather
blankly into FrGd's face.
" do wish you wouldn't look at me in
such stupid manner when | want you 10
suggest any improvement" said her hus.
band.
The little woman felt n big lump rise up
in her throat, but she only replied,
" really don't know what improve.
ment to suggest"
you'll have to make them u sixteenth
Of M inch smaller" said Fred. "Here,
I'll measure my collars and mark them
with my pencil"
so he went into the nursery, and mea.
'ured and marked until long after mid.
light; and when he had completed his
ask TO his own satisfaction, Daisy had, in
'Pite of all her efforts TO keep awake, TALL.
N asleep upon lIer pillow.
"There," said the demon: "yOu see she
axes no interest whatever in this matter,
" she wouldn't go to Sleep" So,withOut
linking Of tue tiresome day his wife had
passed through, or OF the sympathy and
'Ompanionship he had failed TO give her,
)r Of tho mental shock she had suffered,
when a suspicion crossed her mind that
he support Of the strong and loving M.
IRE upon which she had learned TO de.
lend had been partially withdrawn from
Ter, thinking only Of the pull in that shirt,
md connecting Daisy with II US being
somehow the cause, he turned out the gas
md Crawled into bed.
And the baleihl demon spread abroad
lis ebOn wings wider and broader over
he horizon of their happiness.
Having once commenced to find insists
md faults, they seemed TO multiply daily,
md for time Daisy's hands were full Of
businesses.
Fred took the matter at last into his
'wn hands, insisting that he Should plan,
md his wife should sew according TO his
direction. True, when shirt was taken
Up on the shoulders and sewed In under
he arms, the proportions Of the garment
osttheir ease md grace.
Shirt after shirt being shOrn Of
IA amplitude, was found to be too d..
ninutive Tor Fred's stalwart form, and
onld not be worn without combining his
rms in n most uncomfortable manner or
would allow him no liberty Of motion
Without first splitting up the back. To |
cmedy this Fred put his ingenuity to the
est in devislng intricate and wonderful
pieces" "gorGs," and diamonds" Calcu. ,
lted and cut with mathematical accuracy,
With which hepuzzled poor, simple, little I
Daisy, who knew nothing Of angles or /
eometrical construction, Insisting that +
he should sew them into positions ut '
nee novel and original Tor Fred was d
uided by no prCCedent-hc ignored all b
no laws Of needle-wOrk, and paid not the :
lightest regard 10 his wlfc's faint protest |
gainst his innovations So she settled !,
own into n calm, automatic obedience, /,
nd, regardless Of material or garment, \
he basted and sewed according to his A
rider; but all TO no purpOse-hiS IirtS b
'0uM not nj b
THUS matters were growing worse I
nth the Lattimers, and The demon grew VI
loro and more jubllant every day. n
About this time Mrs. Deacon Weston
anne with her knitting to spend the after.
Don with her little friend.
Mrs. Weston was a kind, motherly sort +,
Fa woman, and was always welcome a
nong the young people. Daisy deter. Al
lined to ask her lOr.tlle pattern nj the a
cacon's shirts, and begin all Ovef again, ="
nj perhaps with little Of the old lady's
Experience she might do better in future. s.
o, alter sho had enscOnced Mrs. Weston
the easiest chair, Ia the pleasantest
'indow of the pretty sitting room, she
roughI out her sewing and sat by her I
de. "N'
Making shirts, eli, Daisy" said Mrs e.
Weston, looking intently at the little v
lies work over the tops Of her spectaC. Z
g, "Why what q funny shapep
"Do you think sOP' said Daisy, timidly. "
~ was going to ask you If you hadn't :
nice patternto lend Inc, for don't seem u
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