Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1874-11-21
MAD IN SPITE OF HIMSELF.

Everything goes wrong, said MIR. Trip
Ter, laying down his knife and fork with the
face Of Il martyr.
There are some people in the world with
whom ''cverything" seems chroncal,y to 90
wrong-there are some who-e fist nlantlnc
on lamcntIng through life; aud Of this much
abused class Mr. Nathan Tripler was Il barn
ing and IL shining light.
What's the matter dcar?' questioned
Mrs. Trip,er, who >at opposite her husband
with round eyed baby on her knee, and
two or three little one clamoring for their
Share Of the mntutinal meal on either side
Of her.
Mrs. Triplcr was Il trim. ucatly-madc
lttc woman. with blue eyes and il,xen
hair-a woman who might have been pretty,
could She have diycstcI herself Of II certain
frightened, appye!Ien>ve look that came
over her face Whenever her lIcyc lord spoke
or looked toward her. Not that Dorothy
Trip,cr was actually ailaId-hcr husband
had never either beaten her or us..l cDcrcivc
measures nat wien man ''S'n~ I" iI"'
iault, Il woman never i easy in her mind
lest some domestic >efe" >'''''' DC "aA''a
loose.
ca" c", " "'"''''''' ''r"'''H' ''"'k'"
MY ripper u"Ie'"''S' >"r'' ''''N'''@< ana
S"cl' l"oa 10" may '' "c'' '"'h '','' "@"
cook of yours into the street ut once.
Dat Nathan IL al" very ''rrH' OAK |
c'oN'', '''e o''''N'',. my N'' "'' ''''' '''o'''-
ms. '>n 1t nice
N'e' 'c-''.H .'r' !"' '''~' "'''
can digest leather ana drink ".~',-Wa'eF .,
i.e V!>c"''S are 'f'S' ana '''', Na' .'"'''
"oh Will |" 'e '.'>'''N "i'' ""'
of'''''
ANA '"""2"' III" o'e"A was un''N""'S
'',oe''
N' r'lN' W. ''li'''r '''o i'I't'' MS
''h'' '''" "'N @'"'"7 we" an 'N!'''o>'oi Vi
''S'farte' ocSi''' "' '''' '''''''7'
III So" nave """'''.' cup VI '''i''
t''''''S q"e>'l''''e'' "', "',''
'Vhte' Is t""' c'''t' N'a''S 'l'o"9"'
II was NOT wafer '''a' la" So' mo 'he urn
oy mistake
VIII. "fdcr some lr'oll l'''le' Saio MIS-.
lr'P'ef' VIII" ''cr ''''" Oh ''r "''l rope
o" VIII 90 no S'ch t"i'S. MA am IL
you please Fala MT. ripper S''"r'iS. My
appetite Is e"hP'e'e'H '''>'roNc"'
-" III you nave an egg Hoi'1u
"No.
"lheres some very nice ham IN the
pantry
dare Say-there always Is when don {
want 1t.
am VERY So'ts' H''''""' S''' Poof
little Mrs lripier' ueHpAlilnSy.
Yes she was sorry TINS l'I'hi"I' much en-
during vile; nor dId the frequent repetition
OF this domestic storm at ali ahatc her peni-
tcnce and sense OF CAN'T. some women
would have got accustomed t" the daily dl'-
tnrbnncc and thrown 1t OFT a robin casts
the dew-dropS IRON her wing. Not 81 D"ro-
thy T:ipler. She was too sensitive, too
conscientious, too dclIcatc!y organized to
laugh off her troubles a some surface deep
eEaracter- would have done. 50 when her
husband had departed, still gr'mbllng under
his breath, as he slammed the door, she
leaned her throbhng head upon one weary
little hand and murmurcl softly to herself
"Oh, wish Nathan was dIilercnt"'
Then, as if she had uttered high treason,
she started to her feet, checking the scnsa-
ton Of repining and began ind,lstrious'y to
prepare the threcapple checked tow headed
little Triplers for school.
"ItS Monday morning and Nathan don't
like them to be too late thought the meek
spirited wife.