The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-04-03


en- persons Of variou, ages aud conditions
not one Of whom bad ever crossed cur
threshold before. kiliy had burning
crimson spot on either check, and the pu-
pills Of her ewes were biz as baby's when
walked in the night,
This Is my husband, Prof. Apex, said
Mis-. Juukett, and bowed before a bent
aud bilious man ia ,eedy habilimeuts,--
Thj, then was Prof Apex, the world-re-
uowued philosopher and mau OF science.
OF course had heard OF Apex; ! shonld
have been a beuigntcd pagan else, bnt
what was ! . aud what was my wife, aud
what was the house we lived he, that
Prof. Apex should enter 10: The gentle
mau lost no time in replying TO my un-
uttered question.
Art makes brothers of us all. he re-
marked, and touched my hand with a
finger that looked aud felt like a yellow
lallow dip. Juukett whispered 10 Jun
kctt, meanwhile, hi, medical deduction
on this wise: (This fellow has dyspepsia
plu, a liver iuscrutable Requires acids
drink. boucsct tea as beverage, and
believes the staff Of life to be pickles. --
What a privilege, my dear sir, preserved
Apex, to minister to gcuius in the person
of your exalted wife. Mrs Junket
needs a companion for her terrestrial
hours.
a companion for her terrestrial hours
[ HIN. That's what, the matter them !
thought Fool that was, had tancied
| that / needed a companion for my tired
1 hours, and that Kit was she But was
/ beginning to see. \ companion for the
terrestrial hours. Thanks, Prof Apex.
! glanced at Kitty, standing over by the
piano, and began to comprehend my
position as the husband of a famous wife.
| Just then there was a movement. Mrs.
CASTOR, pretty woman who queened ii
/ in the Olympus Of society, and also
wrote poetry, made a low bow, aud slip
ped an envelope into my wile's fingers.
Merely a card for my reception, Tues
day evening, she murmured. Quite inior-
NAL you may meet some people whom ii
may be pleasant for you to talk with
Gustaye Dupres, Asmyn, etc, aud She
mentioned simply enough, several names
known to fame.
You are very kind, said Kitty, drawing
in her chair a bit, adding emphatieally:
my husbands engagements will per-
nit
Your husband, all was not aware-m
-m-m, and concluding with a little
calculating hum, Mrs. CASTOR recaptured
the envelope, and scrawled under the
Iprevous direction, "and husband Thus
it fell out that this envelope led long
lluo ofinvitations ana was the one 70 iu-
augurate the style of address common
enough afterward.
Mrs. JUNKETT
and
Husband.
: saw the invitation lying on the piano
after they had gone.
Kitty, said /, who's that female with
four chins whom met-no, who walked
over me as came in?
That, Max? why, that's Mrs. Train
; Aliston. She is patron of high art.
. remembered the chimney-pots, and
remarked: Humph.
p Thereupon | raised the windows tC
, share with the outdoor people, the odol
of aristocracy aud musk left behind
i Kitty glanced at Mrs. GastOn's envelope
flushed and flung it into the library gratt
: and then went down to dinner.
] This was the beginning Of grandeur
At breakfast, not many days later, th'
e door-bel claug with peal that tore uI
: all the corner echoes in the house from
70 turret to foundation-stone.
v Confound it, cried |, for what with tn
4 sight of the coffee urn and Kit seated op
n posite in her white cashmere wrapper
It aud the blue ribbon at her throat, and tn
n prettiest cap IN the world on he
+ braids; what with the boy betwee
i us fresh from his bath, and sme
;, ling OF clean linen aud brown wirdso
IL soap, would have sent away the quee
J herself, or the president, without a cor
u junction.
y We plainly heard a heavy step. The
h. in walked Griscl and up to my wife wit
e a card.
r Pen Trotterby, a. NJ, read Kit, an
e scowled a trihe. Dear, who's he' Who
l. Pen Trotterby, A. NJ?
d haven't the pleasure, ! responde
q from my outlet. Grise, what does b
D. look like?
It's mo baafe he's a tamalo, sir, sal
Grisel, imperturbably, and directly, lik
the tread Of atramp, and into the brcal
fast-roo,a entered the he-male.
Mrs. Junkett, with a voice deep, bl
le not low, Il voice that set Grisel watchiu
le the guests stout boots to see If that WI
7, where Il came from: Mrs. Junkeu, yC
le can see before you an emancipated "
a man.
~ =, DoIy
a. Ny wife eyinoed Il little surprise, and
"A added.
- Who would have suspected NJ
or Miss Trotterby gave me wilheril
en- glance, a. though 10 SOY, Nobody 10
he you you might speak, and proceeded:
Of Yes, l'm an emancipated woman,
ne Won know All that meauss Doub,les. ne
IA | studied Latin I would study It,
re- spite Of the tyrauls who would ha