Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-10-15


Bubble when his bachelor friend,
Mr.. Ichabod Thistle, found himself
in the parlor Of his widow. 1t was
evening, and the mellow light of
the single gas burner reflected its
orbs through the prismetic glass
pendants from the chandelier to
the opposite wall, in rainbow colors
OF exceeding beauty. This appear
ance induced Mrs. Bubble to take
n seat near Mr. Thistle that they
together might more mutely sean
the beauty Of the reflection
Whether the near position gave the
bachelor renewed courage or not,
we never knew; but the lounge
was downy, and his position was al
together an enviable one, especial
ly contrasted with his straw mat
ting one at home and the old leath-
er-cushioned chair, which was his
daily seat. Mr.. Thistle began thus:
"And so, Mrs. Bubble, you think of
retaining the house and all its COM
forts, just as your husband left it {?
Titus was a noble-souled fellow,
very shrewd withal, and must have
lei, vou'a handsome fortune"
Mrs. Bup,,,lc raised deep bord-
cred handkerchief to her eyes, and
replied: III 49, 49,
.IIe did so; but then | never
knew what real trouble was until
my husband died. l shall never
forgive the undertaken for his care
lessness. That plate on his coffin
was buried with him, and then to
think of those mismatched horses
in the procession. / am told, Mr.
Thistle, that the distant coanec-
tons rst,c' II carriage whA''~ .
white horse and red one were
paired. Poor Titus! 1t seems
as though the sight would have
made him rise ! You know, Mr.
Thistle, my husband had a great
fancy for finely matched animals"
Mr.. Thistle wondered what ne
would think of being yolled. He
only bowed, therefore, to this re-
mark and added:
unprotected women must have
peculiar sufTerings arising from
their loneliness.
@But, Mr.. Thistle, you well know
nv husband was not a domestic
character. Poor dear soul! how
much comfort he used to take il
that Club House. His admission
fec was five hundred dollars, anc
this sum he always paid annually
because insisted that cigar smoke
was ruinous to our damasls; an(
then he was so fond of games, ant
nobody could beat him at billiard
or chess; but the worst of it was
he would keep late hours, and tina
wore upon his constitution, and
used toreprove him and beseecl
him, out of pure regard to his owl
health; but Gods will be done, hi
time had come " Here the widov
wePt again profusely. "Still," sh
added, 81 did my duty as far as
knew. thought the best suit {
bombazinc and the richest Grape
could find; have ever since wor
the first widows veil, and conduct
cd myself just as if he were loolin
out of the grave upon me. On
gentlemen, Mr.. Thistle, by pUitC
ton, have crossed my threshold
for all men are alike to me nov
Mr.. Thistle I; and when people jolS
about them, think to myself, coul
ever act such q dutiful part to al
otherl for, after all, Mr.. Thistle,
husband has great many want
as well as his wife. To keep one
temper whom one is sighted;
have the question rudely put
you, .why don't you mend this Goa
and sew on that button, and owe
see the nursing maid, and look in
dark, dirty closets 2 to be told y
are not so much of an invalid
you imagine yourself; to take
interest in q finely executed pie
of embroidery and fobjectto on
riding, on the estensible grou
that walking is more conductive
health. Oh, Mr.. Thistle, when
think over all these things, al m
Arc alike. and my dear husba