Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-02-13
TOO JEALOUS BY HALE.

There was Jolly sort of scene in Mr..
Timothy Thistledown's household, at
breakfast, one morning. Mr.. Timothy
Thistledown had just come down to
breakfast, to which Mrs. Timothy This
tledown had preceded him by half an
hour, and he sat himself down at the
head of the table with a most self-pos-
sessed air, and a countenauce expressive
of the utmost ease and compIacency.
He had taken it leisurely 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
operation of shaving. The breakfast
table looked nicely In it's dressing or i'm
maculate table linen and well-poished
silver. The beafsteak 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 Ihi5tledowns were anxiously wait
ing or their share of the eatables in q
corL endably silent attitude of expecta-
tion-for Mrs. Timothy Thistledown was
a good housekeeper, and appreciated the
proprleties of household management
with keenness of perception sometimes
mconvenient
=" A pleasant morning, my DEAR Sorry
L kept you waiting" said Mr.. Thistle
down, cutting into the steak.
Yes-very, replied his lady, pouring
cut the coffee with a peculiar sort of
nervousness, and casting a sidelong
glance at her husband.
Singular that Mrs. T. should have an
swered in such an impendingly breezy
manner, and still more singular when
she burst into tears and left the table
suddenly, at which the young Thistle
downs 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
possible cause of the difficulty. 2 f. ~
And now came the Jolly part Of the
dom este scene. Mrs. Timothy Thistle
down had vanished from the dining-room
only to adjourn to the library and to
throw herself down upon the SOFA, and
bury one-haif of her face in the worked
cushion, and the other half of the face
N her handkerchief. But her forehead,
which was not quite covered, either with
hands or handkerchief, was so sufused
and crimson that the husband and father
feared that something serious had hap
pened-so he laid his hand affectionately
upon the lady's head, and: yentured to
ask the question of how she felt
"Feel, Mr.. Thistledown? O.! Tim
sthy, Timothy p
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
h Il i l..
to maintain very distant and respect
full distance. - = ?
Give caught you at last, you brute
you I knew it long ago!'
She simply threw at his feet torn
and crumpled note, in lady's hand
writing, which he picked up and read,
while his hands trembled more than his
wife's did when she was pouring out the
coffee.
The missive was short, expressive and
without address, except upon the en-
velope, which bore the name of "T.
Thistledown, ESQ.," in the center, and
was marked 90 immediate" in one corner,
and it read as follows 81 cannot gel
the furs will see you to-day"
Mr. Thistledown blushed fiercely-the
blush was fierce because the note ha0
been safely placed in his side-pocket
and Mrs. Thistledown had evidently
sgone through his clothes" to obtain it
for Mrs. Thistledown was more jealous
than was comfortable to her husband
and it was not the first outbreak of the
kind which had /" enlivened" their matri
monial existence
I've found you out at last Mr.. t
That's where the money goes, | see
Furs for somebody else, and that some
body a woman + I.
The supposition was a correct one, a
least. Furs for lady were the prope
thing in cold winter and Mrs; !. has
for some time deplored the condition 0
her own-not that they were worn out
lint they were not In style, and Mrs. I
always liked to be well up to the require
ments of the fashion.