Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-12-09
BAILEYS LATEST AGONY.

Mrs. Pulsey was real indignant yester
day morning on finding the handle to the
coal sieve not yet mended, although
broken two week ago. Mrs. Pulsey act
ually shed tears Of veXation. The very
day the handle was broken she told Mr..
Pulsey, and he said he would attend to it
Mt once. And he continued to promise to
do it with unimpeachabe taithtuness,-
Mrs. Pulsey lost patience now, and her
irritation found expression in Words
Said Mrs. Pulsey:
"I declare this is just little too
much 1t is not enough that | should
have to silt the ashes, but that | should
have to do it with broken sieve, I'm
just tired Of this thing, and shall stand it
no longer. won't be put on like this 10y
no Josiah Pulsey. won't stand it a
day longer"
And with the sieve in her hand, and
anger in her heart, and the tears running
down her checks she started in the house
to overhaul the recrcant, and the shame
fully ncglectlul husband.
Mr.. Pulsey was in there. He had
made ready to 60 down town to his work.
He was slipping on his oyercoat in some
haste when a sudden exclamation escap-
ed him, and scowl settled on his face.
Mr.. Pulsey had showed his arm into a
sleeve with force enough, almost, to have
made it appear again half way across the
! street, but yet it did not show itself at the
end of the sleeve. 1t was lodged inside
lodged in a broken lining. For three
weeks this lining had been broken. On
every day in that time he Ind called his
wife's attention to the fault, and on each
day She promised to attend to it when he
came home Mt night. But tho next
morning his trusting aud showing hand
would fetch up against the same snag.
He lost all patience now. a violent I'M
precatiou new from his lips, and his
face flushed with anger. He spoke aloud
in a voice made harsh with passion
"Ilang me if this amt carrying
things with pretty high hand F! | won
der what the woman thinks OF herself,
anyway Three weeks ago | told her
about that lining, and She has promised
a hundred times to fix it, And it amt
done yet. BY George, if had n con.
science like that | would trade it of for n
screw driver without any handle, so to
say had something Curse me il
wouldn't. III give her n piece Of my
mind which She win understand !"
And he started for the yard just as she
entered the back door. They met bali
way in the kitchen. There was s5owl
on his face There were tears on hers
She pushed tho broken sieve Mt him
and impetuou,ly opened her mouth.
"Josi- !" Then she saw the overcoa
with the broken lining, and his name
sank from her lips. simultaneously he
showed the overcoat towards her, ant
Immediately opened bis mouth.
elan !"
Then he saw the sieve with the brok
en- handle, and her name died on hi
lips.
She was the first to speak.
"Josiah," she said in subdued voic,
'lct me take that coat t.and mend it,"
"IIannan," he rejoined, in II softeneC
tone, "give me that sieve till | fix it.
You shant sieve the ashes any more"
"Josah ~
He started to the door. But be turned
d on hearing her call. There were tears it
her eyes now-fresh tcars-but not o
passion. Then there was an expression
to the face which induced him to stel
hastily back, put his arms around her
} and hide her face for an instant with hi
own. - DUnbUy NeWS.