Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1875-06-11
BLESSEDNESS SINGLE, DOUBLE
AND TRIPLE.

81 WILL never marry, never" said Will
lam Blake to his father, a patient, weary
looking old man, with thin gray hair
streaking across his bowed head. He
answered, refectively: "WeH, | think
you're right; there are men that can man
age women, but your mother has been
TOO much for me-" !.
cit seems half selfish for nae To- go of
and leave you alone with her; but what
can one do with work that wants plan
ming and that continual scolding in ones
earS?"
cts the CRYING fits that master me,
though" said Mr. Blake: "when she sits
sniff-sniffing into her apron, looking at
me that reproachful, till Pm half brought
to believe that have committed murder
or something in my Sleep"
"I sometimes think do you know, IA
ther, that in those times it is that she is
sorry for her temper-is, in fact, repent
ing.n
ats an awfully unpleasant, unfair
kind of penitence, then. But L don't
know; she's been buzzing in my ears so
long that IJget fairly bothered sometimes
and don't feel clear about anything"
"I'll tell you what you must do when
she gets past bearing: just come oil to
me. 1t won't be far, you know"
$50 will, my boy; so l will. !"
Accordingly, the next morning. when
Mrs. Blake began the day with prophetic
indications of being what she called up
set" her husband prepared to escape,
greatly to her displeasure. She had re-
sented Willis removal and setting up
for himself" but then, as Mr.. Blake re-
marked, "she couldn't be any crosser
than she was BEFORE" so he departed in
comparative comfort.
Wills room was poor little place.
He was not earning much as yet, and he
said Anything does for ones SELF with
desolate air that somewhat contradict
ed his philosophy of loneliness; still his
work improved wonderfully, and in that
he was always happy. viii was de-
signer of holdings.
Mr.. Blake found him busily stitching
at an old coat.
"Turned tailor, WHIP" he asked.
"Tisn't work enough for tailor, and
am afraid my bungling would not pass
for one, either. tried glue, but some,
how it wouldn't answer, and one must
keep ones self looking decent, | am go
ing after orders by and by"
"Women is of some use after all, il
they wasn't such unreasonable creatures
said the father, with an involuntary
glance at the table, which looked rather
like the wreck of a kitchen, heaped up
as it was with little of everything.
Will was accustomed to have all his
tools round him in his work, and so had
gradually gathered the household imple-
ments together in the same fashion.
"We will have breakfast presently
he said; 1T would have been ready be.
fore, only while | was gone for LOAF
the kettle boiled over"
1t won't do that this time" said Mr.
Blake, lifting the tilted vessel from the
fire.
&. "Whyg"
"Seem
Then they both laughed; Will had for
gotten to put in the water.
But the blunders were soon remedied
there was no one to seold over them.
Father and son were chatting pleasant
ly over the end of their meal, when {
bright young voice was heard on tht
landing outside, calling Willie, Willie
made friends already?n asked Mr.
Blake, looking up surprised.
"No, it is somebody that lodges over
head her little brother has run off down
stairs. He seems to give her deal O
trouble, but she never speaks any sharpe
than that"
doesn't she, now? It's wonderful
pleasant sounding voice"
BY and by it seemed that the culpri
was hunted up the stairs home again;
merry hunt. with much laughing on bot
sides, and, as they passed Wills door,
quieter willie, Willie"
Mr. Blake looked strangely reflective
haven't heard anybody say Willie
IN Just that cooing, careful way, not sine
my sister that died; she was just like
mother TO me; it's terrible long Will
ego"
"These two are much the same The