The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1874-04-14


Miss Pen Trotterby said so. She had
come round again, looking more like
guide.post gone into mourning than ever
You ought to be thankful that you
have a wife to raise you out Of the abyss
es Of oblivion 10 which you would be 9TH
erwise immersed, was the graphic remark
of thi. female She said several 9TH
er things, and intimated pretty strongly
that it was my jealousy OF her transcen-
dent abilities which caused me to dis
courage my wife in her artistic career.
All. well, men are men, and women are
women, and nature is nature. All
logic and all divinity couldn't compel
the turkey.gobblcr of Mrs. Stoves min.
lister to set on eggs and all my reasoning
could not persuade me out of the notion
that, somehow, i had got into an erroneous
potion
Had broken my neck in those days
Il was nearer doing it than any one
suspeoted-I verify suppose the casualty
would have been noised abroad as the
fracture of tho neck of the husband of
the distinguished Mrs. Junkett.' Had |
died of slow decline, I've no doubt my
epitaph would have greeted listening
world iu the following wise
"Affliction sore
Long time Mrs. Junketts husband bore,
And doctors were in vain"
| sometimes feared that my arrival III
the Celectial Ci.y-it, through all this
great tribulation, was SO fortunate as
to enter into Heaven'-would be an.
nounced as that of Mrs. Junkett's hus-
band. But this last disturbed me less
than some other things.
grew gray and wrinklcd in tho Sc
years-Kitty grew thin. The red went
cut Of her cheeks and began to settle in
purple rings about her eyes once more
No wonder, for she was trying to do her
duty 10 four.fold state. as wife, mother
artist, and woman Of the world. AS
remember it, 1 think, of all fessh she
alone gave me credit for being the man
was. When scholars and men of art
turned their backs on ME at my own table
it was left for Kitty to turn them abou
again by one of her gentle references tc
my decision. They appealed to the wife
the wife appealed to the husband.
Had all this unsettled my wife's head
am sure l should not have survived Il
tell the tale.
1t was when the boy was three year
old, and this sort Of thing had been goinl
on for two years or more, that begal
to amuse myself by writing. had plent,
Of leisure while my wife was away, al,
[ found myself taking kindly to the peu
There we're certain subjects connec,e,
with my profession which | was minde
+ to elaborate. and. before l knew it,
, found myself hurrying to my desk a
, night and staying three hours after
should have been in bed All the Will
Kitty grew paler and grayer. She W;
painting her picture of Cassaudra. Blar
ney a. Co., were persistent and the worl
,, cxpcctsnt. Therefore she toilcd on Ion
after she should have stopped.
There came day when the men irol
Blarney's carried Cassapdra down ou
front stairs. 1t was done at last. WI
, correcting the proof, of my book.
dashed home and into my office and ava
again. At dusk that evening was fee
lug old Mundorup's pulse, watch in ham
, when pote was brought me. 1t was
e Grisel', hand, crumpled and misspelle,
. The year baby was born Kitty had taugt
4 the girl to read and write. The mossao
/ read,
D "Mlssus JaakIt, rasin Crazy.
grisella."
:. That night at midnight my poor wi
lay dying. So believed. and SO Abe
+ nathy Haven admitted. Iu the dressin,
room lay the baby, our little daught
n who had never breathed. and | wake
!. up and down in speechless bitterness
q Kitty did not die, though for weei
a her life hung BY thread. | found o.
4 what Abernathy Haven was then. Al
J. when, as Kitty was beginning to cree
e once more about the room, though like
ghost, when Blarney & Co. failed, al
% her little savings wero lost. when / W,
a laid up for six months myself with ne
! vous prostration,' and he was with Il
every day. when all was done and | askC
him for his bill tho blessed fellow did n
know what it was or where, knew notl
ing about it, indeed. and he has ney,
:. been any wiser, nor have l.
e All we'll The world forgot US in th
e year. When Kitty went out again, 81
+ found Mrs. Train.Allston driving abo,
a with q long.haired youth, who wore
l. tremendous brim to his hat. OF cours
D. every one ia aware it was the young pr
l. Raphaelite artist, Marchailly, whom n
g to know is to know nothing whateve
u In the shadow of Marohailly's hat.bri
u sits the world of art complscent. TT
e "Msrryred President" is turned to Il
'' wall, and the artist is forgotten, But
~ have my wife once more, aud the boy b
i his mother More than that, there Ii
beside me, just received. check, no ma
8 ter how much, good sum. 1t is n
10 percentage on the sales OF Patients al
< Practice Yesterday found the boz
$, on bracket in my mothers DRAWN
u room, the same bracket where hung of ol
= where hangs no more, the cat protra
l. All this was years ago. The firm
IN Haven 4 Junkett now. Another b
T. and second edition of Kitty sit at t
table with us. For all that, the litt
lady behind the coffee. urn looks young
> than she used in the days when she W
covered with glory. and when was M
y Junkett's husband"
,g "Mc fnD,' tellingly remarks an Int
in annapolis editor, "tyvt Ao can Got oxt o.
ct pepar withant the aid Of af ony of th1
is besky Oniun oombositors.
as Texas judges are accommodating +
I'd lows. One Of thom who incd m
d. three hundred dollars took twenl
to dollar mule and called it square.
ed Rnssia 1;yas dinnars on "a ccala nj