The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-10-28
MAD IN SPITE OF HIMSELF.


with the face of martyr.
There are some people in the world
with whom everything seems chron-
3 ically to go wrong there are some whose
first infantile wall Is uttered In the minor
key, and who go on lamenting through
life, and of this much abused class Mr.
Nathan Tripler was burning and
shining light.
g What's the matter, dear ?' question
ed Mrs. Tripler, who sat opposite her
husband with round-eyed baby on her
knee, and two or three little ones clam
oring for their share of the matutinal
meal on either side of her.
Mrs. Tripler was trim, neatly-made
little woman, with blue eyes and faxen
hair-a woman who might have been
pretty could she have Invested herself
Of certain frightened, apprehensive
look that came over her face whenever
her iege lord spoke or even looked
toward her. Not that Dorothy Tr1pler
was actually afraid-her husband had
never beaten her nor used coercive meas
ures,- but when man begins to find
fault woman never is easy In her mind
lest some domestic screw should be wax
ing loose.
81 can't eat single mouthful, Doro-
thy" croaked Mr.. Tripler, dolefully.
S' Such cooking and such food You
may as well turn that new cook of yours
into the street at once"
''But, Nathan, II am very sorry,
but cooked the breakfast myself, dear,
this morning. Isn't It nice?"
''Nice? Yes-very nice for those
who can digest leather and drink dish
water"
''The biscuits are fresh and hot, Ma
than
6 I don't want to be poisoned with hot
bread"
"And I thought the steak was I'M
usually tender"
No reply. Mr.. Tripler had folded his
arms and was gazing with an expression
OF abstracted despair at the ceiling.
''Wnl you have another cup of cot
fee 2" timidly questioned his wife.
Coffee? is that coffee Really
thought it was hot water that had got
into the urn by mistake p
Sc / will order some fresh made,'' said
Mrs. Tripler, with her hand on the bell
rope.
g You will do no such thing, ma'am,
If you please" said Mr. Tripler, shortly.
s. My appetite is completely destroyed"
!" Will you have an egg boiled3"
<'There's some very nice ham in the
pantry"
dare say-there always is when I.
don't want,,it.
60 I am very sorry, Nathan" said poor
little Mrs. Tripler, despairingly.
Yes she was sorry, this faithful, much
enduring wife nor did the frequent rep
ettion of this domestic storm at all abate
her penitence and sense of guilt. Some
women would have got accustomed to the
daily disturbance and thrown it off as the
robin casts the dewdrops from hel wing.
Not SO with Dorothy Tripler. She was
too sensitive, too conscientious, too deli
cately organized to laugh off her troubles
as some surface deep characters would
have done. So when her husband had
departed, still grumbling under his
SEeath as he slammed the door, she
leaned her throbbing head upon one
weary little hand and murmured softly
10 herself:
cob, I wish Nathan was different p
Then, as if she had uttered high
treason, she started to her feet, checking |
the sensation of repining, and began in
dustriously to prepare the three apple |
checked, tow-headed little Triplers for |
school,
It's Monday morning and Nathan
don't like them to be late thought the |
meek-spirited wife.
Meanwhile Mr.. Tripler was SLOWLY
walking down the path through the wild
and solitary glen that led to the rood |
where twice a day the Leadville stage |
rolled by, conveying passengers to tha
train at Martin S station. IL was cbeaTer |
to live in the country, and so Mr. THRILLER +
lived there, although as far as actnal
tastes went he didn't know buttercun
from burdock. - I
AS Nathan trudged along, thinking
now best to get rid of some Troublesome |
shares OF railroad stock that were sink /
ing uncomfortably on his hands, he sud
denly become conscious of the presence
OF mar, stout and middle-aged. with ! /
head as smooth and shining as billiard
ball, who was sitting on a boulder Of I
moss-grown stone just where the path
way emerged into the Leadville road.
Good moring, sir, 2 said the stranger
g Have seat? 2"
Mr.. Tripler had no very strong social
elements In his nature, SO he stifiv in
clined his head and kept on his wav
But the first he knew two iron crasns
were on his shoulders, he felt himself
twirled suddenly around like a human
humming top, and seated with more
force than was exactly agreeable on the
boulder.
What do you mean"
''Dear me, suddenly interrupted his