The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1872-11-13
The Best Wife in the World

The Best Wife in the World
"Tho best little wife in the
world" said Herbert Ainscourt.
'Of course-T dare say" re,
sponded Mr.. Portcross. But
what's your exact idea of the best
wife in the world! Jones says
he's got the best wife in the world,
because she keeps his stockings
darne1, takes him to church three
times 3f a Sunday, and never lets
him have an idea of his own. Jen-
kips says he's got the same iden-
tical article, but Jenkins wife
keeps all the money, draws hi:
salary for him, and makes MIN
live in the kitchen because the
parlor IS too good for the family
to USE"
"Oh! but Daisy isn't bit ogre.
iSh-a little submissive, soft voiced
thing that hasn't an idea except
What is reflected from me. tell
YOU what, old fellow, I'm the mas
ter Of my own house; como
when I please, and go when l
please, Daisy never ventures on a
word of reproach."
''Then, You ought to be ashamed
Of yourself, larking around at the
clubs as you do, dissipated bachel-
or fashion"
"Ashamed what off,"
"Why, I suppose you owe some
duties to your wife p
"Where's the harm? Ny wife
doesn't care"
':Probably you think so because
she is quiet and submissive but
if she were to object"
"Obiect! Ii like to hear her
try it,
"Now look here, Ainscourt: your
wife may be a model wife, but you
certainly are not q model husband.
People are beginningt to talk about
the way you neglect that pretty
little blue-eyed girl"
':I'll thank people to mind their
own business. Neglect her indeed
Why, man, I love her as 1 love
my own soul"
Then, why don't you treat her
as if YOU did ?"
Sch, come, Portcross, that ques-
tion just shows what regular old
bachelor you are. 1t won't do to
make too much Of your wife un-
less you want to spoil her."
Mr.. Portcross shook his head.
"That sounds selfish. [ don't
like the ring of that metal" :"
And he went away, leaving Mr.,
Ainscourt TO finish the game OF
billiards at leisure.
"What regular old fuss-bud get
Portcross is,' laughed the latter
always poking his nose into
somebody else's business. There's
one comfort-I never pay any at
tention to what he says"
Meanwhile Mrs. Ainscourt was
sitting alone in her drawing room
her two little white hands tightly
locked in one another, and her fail
head slightly drooping-a delicate
l;::tle apple-blossom Of a woman
18th blue, wistfu! eyes and curly
faxcn hair, looking more like 8
grown-up child than a wife o.
twenty-one summers.
80 dear ~ sighed Daisy. 1T is
so dull here. I wish Herbert
would come home. He never
spends any time with me nova
days, and / practice all his favorite
songs, and read the newspapers
50 l can talk about the things he's
interested in, and try so hard tc
beentertaining. It's very strange
And then her oval face bright
ened into sudden brilliance, and
the sparkIes stole into her eyes
for the quick ear had detected he!
husbands foo,step on the stars
The next moment he came IN.
We'll, pet, how are you y" with
q playful pinch Of her cheek
There are some bon-bons for you
Where are my light gloves :"
20 Herbert you are not gong
away again ?;
Il must, Daisy. There are 8
lot Of fellows going to drive tc
High Bridge, and I'm one Of the
party. You can go over to my
mothers for dinner, or send tol
one Of your friends or something
There, goodbye puss, I'm in 6
deuce Of a hurry"
And with one careless kiss press
cd on the quivering damask rose
of a mouth that was lifted up tc
him, he was gone.
Daisy Ainscourt neither wenr
to her mother.in-law, nor sent fol