The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-02-01
From the New York Sunday Mercury.
TOO JEALOUS BY HALF.

breakfast, one morning. Mr.. Timothy
ThistledOwn had just come down 20 his
breakfast, to which Mrs Timothy Thistle
down had preceded him by half an hour,
and he sat himself down at the head of the
table with a most self-possessed air, and
countenance expressive of the utmost ease
and cCmplacency. He had taken it leis-
urely in the making of his morning toilet.
His face was smooth as the shells upon
the eggs at his left hand. His razor was
in good order-he had not cut himself in
the ope-ation Of shaving. The breakfast
table looked nicely in its dressing of
immaculated table linen and we'll polished
silver. The heafsteak in the covered dish
was savory of the proper cooking and
seasoning. The mullins were hot Just as
they should be, and two of the little
Thistledowns were anxiously waiting for
their share of the eatables in commend
ably silent attitude of expectation-for
Mrs. Timothy Thistledown was a good
housekeeper, and appreciated the pro-
prieties of household management with a
keenness Of perception sometimes incon-
venient.
"A pleasant morning, my dear. Sorry
| kept you waiting" SAID Mr.. Thlsuledown
cutting into the steak
Yes-very," replied the lady, pouring
out the coffee with ii peculiar sort of ner-
vousness, and casting sidelong glance at
her husband.
Singular that Mrs. Thistledown should
have answered in such an impendingly
breezy manner, and still more singular
when she burst into tears and left the
table suddenly, at which the young
Tn. stledowns laid down their pet knives
and forks and looked after mamma, while
the paternal head Of the establishment
followed napkin in hand to divine the
possil lie cause Of this difficulty.
And now came the jolly part Of the
domestic scene. Mrs. Timothy Thistle
down had vanished from the dining room
only to adjourn to tie library and to throw
herself down upon the sofa, and bury che
balf of her face in the worked cushion, and
the other half of her face in her handkcr-
chief. But her forehead, which was not
quite covered, was so suffused and crimson
that the husband and father feared that
something serious had happened so he
laid his hand atlectionately On her head.
and ventured to ask the question Of how
she felt.
"Feel, Mr.. Thistledown? o. Timothy,
Timothy ~
The Timothy so addressed started at
the mention of his name in frightened
manner, and raised her from the sofa, only
that she might spring away from BIN, and
ina tragic tone command him to maintain
a very distant and respectful distance.
''Pve caught you at last, you brute you
| knew it long agow
She simply threw at his feet torn and
crumpled note, in a lady's handwriting.
which he picked up and read, while his
hands tlembled iaore than bis wife's did
when she was pouring out the coffee
The mlssive was short, expressive; and
without address except upon the envelope
which bore the name OF T. Thistledown
ESQ.," in the centre, and vas marked
" immediate in the corner, and it read
as follows: al cannot get the furs-wilI
see you today.
Mr.. Thistledown blushed ferceiv-the
blush was fierce because the note bad
been safely placed in his side. pocket, and
Mrs. Thistledown had evidently gone
through his clothes to obtain it: for
Mrs. Thistledown was more ieaions than
was comfortable to her husband, and il
was not the first outbreak of the kind
which had " enlivened ); their matrimonial
existence.
GIVE found you out 1T last, Nj. Il.
That's where the money goes, | see.
Furs for somebody else-and that some
body a woman
The supposltlon was correct one, at
least. Furs for lady were the proper
thing in a cold winter, and Mrs. L. had
for some time deplored the condition of
her own-not that they were worn out,
but they were not the style, and Mrs. T.
always liked to be well up to the require
ments Of the fashion.
And yet her husband made no answer.
The note was several days old 1t had
been written by lady. There was no
question of furs involved in It's meaning,
and he was thrown off his guard by her
manner, and just angry enough to smart
under what he considered an oyerstepping
of the bounds of even we'll founded zeal
ousy; SO be answered:
Well, what of it Where did YOU
get thSt note? Were you rummaging in
my pockets, madam ?"
"Well, that is coolw retorted the lady.
who was by this time too angry to pro.
long her crying, and too much exasperated
by her husbands GOODNESS to allow him
any explanation
The two little Thistledowns had follow /
I'd their parents to the library, and were
Standing In the doorway, with their little
faces the pictures of anxiety, and the boys
Variegated in expression by tears running
Town his cbeeks-so the door was closed
lgainst them, and the darlings were shut
out from tho domestic trouble, while the /
principals in the little breezy encounter
we're shut III, to have it out
MIR. L. was doggedly silent: the lady
'aved and tore around the room, and .
brew the worked sofa pillow at him, doing
more damage to the drop light and shade
lpon the brarv table than it did to the
gentleman against whom the blow was
and, without word, except a
nuttsred sentence, sounding very much
Ike "Confonnd youm Mr.. Timothy
'histledown left the room, put OF his over