Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-02-01
THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER.
Or My Husbands Brother.

She was fresh, falr, blne-eyed
thing and as her young husband clasp
ed her waist, and raised her till her lips
touched his beared ones, be thought
what delicious estate was Fools
Paradise, and whCt very unnecessary
attributes were experience and common
sense in such n pretty little wife as the
one of whom he had been the happy
possessor about three months.
"Oh, Fred nearly two whole days
What shall / do Z"
Fred WAS manly fellow and, there
fore, though an adoring husband, adj
verse TO scenes.
"My darling pet, said he, "don't be
silly. One would think | were going
to see the Antipodes Men often have
TO take these little journeys. Don't be
goose, Ellie, but just sit down and
put button on that shirt of mine, and
mend the holes in mygloves, and shall
be back before you can say Jack Robin
son.
With this playful speech the husband
tore himself away from those tender
encireling arms, and was waving his
wife cheerful farewell from the knife
board of n suburban omnibus before
sentiment had eliminated TO flooding
point Indeed there was little demand
for sympathy, Fred Wilson being
merely clerk in banking house, who
was of to Southamptonto meeta broth
er who was returning to England, after
ten years absence
Elizabeth or ELLIE, AS her young
brothers and sisters, and subsequently
her husband, more endearingly styled
her-was of too volatile temperament
to grieye long after the rumble of the
wheels had died away but am sorry
to say, having an especial aversion to
the use of woman's weapon, the needle,
she postponed the repairs of the shirt
and gloves for the more agreeable con.
sideration of what nice little pudding
she should order for dinner, ana wheth-
or their somwhat limited income would
Justify her IN little extra Indulgence
in the shape of salmon or some early
peas, MS a consolation. No, Ellie was
not greedy; but, dear reader, did you
ever try the wonderful potentcy of
creature comforts under these mock
sorrows for ourselves2 Ellie was not
sensualist III any extraordinary degree
neither was she anything of heroine,
whow would starve herself for love, or pine
away in absence. She was soon singing
merly, MS she ran down the stairs of
their little cockney villa, and then re-
memhering her grievance, descanting
upon il somewhat too freely in the
kitchen TO the servant they generally
employed, who had to wash her hands,
after blackeuing the boots and CRATES,
to concoct the buildings; but las pow
erty makes strange hed-fellows,' So
must it rule and regulate those who are
ITS subjects everywhere.
A clerk, on salary of n hundred a
year added to the interest of thou
sand pounds left him by his mate rual
grandfather, with achildish, portionless
girl bride, cannot afford to be squeam-
ish and Fred and Ellie never drcamt
OF bong SO, or of quarreling with Bet
sy, their maid-of-all-work, when she
left the imprint of n black thumb on
the dinner plates
Lor, nam, the aforesaid damsel is
saying to her young mistress, "Td
never be trettin after master already
Think O me and my Bill. as is on the
high seas, and has never met three
years come next Michaelmas. There
was some lovely mack rel cried Just
now, and I'll be bound the man amt
gone far.
Ellie ceased herplaints at the sugges-
tion, and awoke 10 she realities of hfe.
After she had just stepped out to one
or two shops, gossiped with the next
door neighbor over the paling, sewn ON
the shirt button and forgotten the
gloves, the morning had slipped away
Betsey's lovely mackerel at dinner,
and a,nap after il, were great CONSIDERS
but asthe shades gathered round, Ellie's
spirits tagged again, and nervous dread
siezed on her. She took up book and
tried to read but Mrs. Fred Wilson
was, at the best of times, far from lit,
erary, and III her present desolate con.