The Hartford herald., 1875-01-27
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How AtchisOn Husbands Play ..Pe.
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Atehison Patriot.
Mr.. Cannon resides in South Atchi
son, and the partner of his bosom look
up to him as a model hurband. She is
woman Of method and fixed habits, which
sometimes puts Mr. G. to vast amoun
of difficulty If the truth must be told
the husband is infatuated with Pedro, d
and his ingenuity is constantly devisine
schemes TO enjoy the game without distur
bing the even tenor of sweetly- tenn pereC
ways at home. The other day an ole
friend, Tom B , invited him to Join 9
pleasant little card party that night Oul
hero consented, Of course, though with
some misgivings as to how he should &C,
count to his estimable lady for his alb
sence, or contrive to break through her
rule that be shall always be safe at home
not later than nine o clock.
Finally he hit upon business trip to
Kansas City, which he informed his wife
would keep him till the midnight train.
She was sorry he had to go, and enjoined
him to take good care of himself lie
gave her a goodbye kiss, and at night
joined Tom, and had glorious time al
Pedro. Watching the hour, he arrived
home about ten minutes after the mid
night train from st. Louis was due at the
depot. The partner of his bosom sympa-
thized with him as he talked about the
tediousness of night journey by rail
with no acquaintanees, and the artful
Cannon chuckled pleasantly as he wit
messed the success OF his little trick.
A day or two afterwards, Mr.. Cannon
came home to tea, and found Mrs. g. sit
ting in the rocking chair, with the evening
paper in her hand, and with rather PEI
culiar expression of -countenance, which
Cannon could not quite understand, but
which seemed to be indicative of some
thing in the wind. So he sauutered over
toward the window, plunged his hands
down into his pockets, and whistled soft
ly to himself as he wondered what the
deuce was up anyway. Mrs. G. watched
him for few moments, and finally broke
the silence with the inquiry:
IBID your Kansas City business prove
satisfactory, my dearp
"Yes, my love, better than / expected" /"
said he, softly.
"Glad to hear it. But" in a tone Of
ironical politeness, livery intricate, was it
not, Mr. GY
"Well, yes, rather so, my love-" said
he, growing bolder. "And, by the way,
how fortunate it is that you women are
not required to bother yourselves with
business affairs. 1t would be such a
trouble to understand them"
So saying he thrust his hands deep in
to his pockets and began whistling, in the
hope of dIverting attention from the SUBJ
ject. But she had the game well in hand
and continued very freely:
Yes, suppose 80. All me with a
deep sigh there are so very very many
things we cannot quite see through. For
instance, the Evening Patriot says that
on the night you went to Kansas City the
midnight train up was an huor late (sud-
den stop of Mr.. G.. whistle and yet, my
love, you got home only ten minutes after
the time it was rightfully due at the depot.
Must have walked pretty fast, Mr.. G, ,!
Hurrying yourself that way will get you
into trouble one Of these days, Mr.. GP
This reporter has not the hardness OF
heart necessary to depict the sorrowful
scene as the good man tried to clear HIM
self, and only plunged deeper and deeper
every minute. Cannon thinks now that
the news in papersis of rather too misceila-
neous character to be fully appreciated in
the family circle, and vows that the next
time he makes that kind of railroad triE
he will 90 round by way of the depot and
wait for that Internal old train if he hai
to stay out all night.