Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-03-11

tinued Mrs. Jones, Sand a body
really lives ten lives in one, worry
ing about people. If you will
stay out late why don't you tele-
graph 2"
"And frighren you into a faint
ing fit as l did once :" said Mr..
Jones. "Ah, dear me my love, If
you had but little common sense,
that commonest thing in the world,
a telegram, could not have given
you such alarm. Trouble has
wings my dear. If l am ever visit
ed by any calamity you'll know it
before you begin to worry. 1t is
always So"
81 believe I am always on the
look out for some accident" said
Mrs. J. with sigh. "Perhaps my
watch is wrong. Half-past two,
Charles"
"By Jove,' said Charles. "You
see Brown had some fine wine
that he had bought at q bargain,
and his cousin from Boston-a
splendid fellow-was down, and
we just had game or two of whist
and a cigar and the time iiew'
How noiseless," quoted Mr.. Jones
who was decidedly exhilerated,
show noiseless falls the foot of
Time that only falls on flowers.
Mrs. Brown and her two sisters sat
down to play with us-the fair one
is the prettiest girl l ever saw"
"And / in cold sweat of terror
all the while!" said Mrs. Jones,
bursting into tears. "Mr. Jones
you are perfectly cowardly."
"You," said Mr.. Jones, guiding
|, himself up the stairs by the balus-
; trade, "yow haven't strenofmind-
enuf,"
81 believe you are tipsy," said
/, Mrs. Jones. "This is the end"
Then she walked off Indignantly
, into the nursery, banged the door
and locked it, and was heard to
, sob hysterically within the room.
Jones, growing more careful Of
o his stops, ropooted, "Not strenof-
s minenuf," and retired with his
9 boots on. He took tea instead OF
coffee for breakfast next morning,
: and was so i'll that Mrs. Jones for
gave him-outwardly at least.
) There was a few days of regular
: hours and exemplary conduct.
r Mr.. Jones felt that he had gone
too far at last. Had Mrs. Jones
= reproached him he would have
rebelled. But after that first night
/ she was sweetness itself. And one
5 evening Mr.. Jones came home
, earlier than usual with tickets for
the theatre in his pocket. The
play was a fine one. A favorite
= star took principal character.
, Mrs. j. enjoyed such entertain
ments, and he had bought her a
pair of new kid gloves; he felt as
virtuous as men usually do when
I they are attentive to the women
who have right to their attention.
And as he walked up the street
| he looked up at the window to see
9 if she was peeping out between
D the shutters to look for him, but
she was not their. Neither did
she run to the door to meet him.
The only face he saw was that OF
Biddy, who was setting the table
3 in the dining room.
l "Where's your mistress, Biddy p
:. asked he.
S "Out, sir"
t "Be in soon, 1 supposed" said
Jones.
l "Dunno sir" replied Biddy, van
D ishing with the tray.
J Mr.. Jones walked up to the
nursery. The two year old just
t out of his bath, was being dressed
by the nurse-maid. Generally
Mrs. Jones performed this pleasant
| work herself.
"Where's mamma 2" said Mr.
t Jones again.
a "Deed it's quare she's not al
;. home tell yer pa" said Maggie
s "And where she's gone at all
r don't know"
!, singular" said Mr.. Jones.
4 He walked to the street door
r and stood looking down she street
t AS he did so two men passed talk
o ing to each other. He caught Q
few words.
Runaway team-killed a fine
: looking GIRL
y Suddenly he felt his heart flutter
}. He restrained an inclination to rur
:. ~. A. ..,o., ood aslr fhpm whai