The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-10-27
aArcR- MAKING.


ever know what we do meant
II engaged myself once when girl
and the simpleton thought he owne
me. soon took that conceit out Q
him, aud sent him about his business.
The voice was now a trine short
What wonder, with so calling
memory
"No man shall ever tyrannizs ovel
me-neveri What the mischief d.
you suppose is the matter with thu
sewing-machineT
"Annoyed at your logic, most like
ly," said my friend, bright-eyec
young mstOn, as she threaded hel
needle.
my husband is not tyrant, Miss
Kent"
IL am glad you are satisfied was
the laconic answer.
1t was quite evident by the expires
sion of the dress-maker's face that she
had formed her own opinion about
nv friends husband, and was quite
competent to form and express an
opinion on any subject.
Miss Kent was a little woman, as
fair as a girl and as plump as a robin.
She wasn't ashamed to cwn that she
was forty years old and an old maid.
She had earned her own living most Of
her life, and was proud of it.
Laziness was the one sin Miss Kent
could not forgive. She was a good
nurse, q faithful friend, and a jolly
companion but stroke her the wrong
way. and you'd wish you hadn't in
much shorter time than it takes &c
write it. Her views, on all subjects,
were strikingly original, and not to be
combatted.
"what are you going to do when
you are old?" persisted the mistress o.
the establishment.
"What other folks do, l suppose.
"But you can't work forever
Giant say that l want to-
"Now, Miss Kent, husband with
means, a kind, intelligent man
81 don't want. / don't want any
man. / tell you, Mrs. Carlisle,
wouldn't marry the best man that eve
lived. Ifhe was as rich as Cresus
and would die If l didn't have him
Now if you have exhausted the mar
riage question, l should like to try OIL
your dress"
That there was something behin'
all this l knew we'll. My friends eye
danced with fun; and as Miss Ken
fitted the waist. she threw me lette
from the bureau.
Read that, she said, with know
ing look. at may amuse YOU"
This is what the letter said:
my DEAR JENNIE. shall be d.
lighted to spend month with you an
your husband. There must be, how
ever, one stipulation about my visit
you must promise to say no more abor
marriage. l shall never be FOOLS
again. Twenty-Five years ago toda,
/ wrecked my whole life."
Better embark in a new shiI
hadn't he ?" put in Jennie, soto rOie'
$50 unsuitable was this marriage
so utterly and entirely wretched hay
been its consequences, that ! am force
to believe the marriage Institution
mistake. So, for the last time, let n
assure you that ! wouldn't marry Il
best woman that ever lived, if by
doing ! could save her life.
Your old cousin,
MARX LANSING"
"Rich, isn't III" said Jennie, al
then pointed to the chubby little fgu
whose back happened to be turned.
Ishook my head and laughed.
"You'll see,' continued the incC
rigible.
"See whatf" inquired Miss Ken
quite unaware Of the pantomine.
That particles which are chemical
attracted will unite. OF course
alkali and an acid-Don't you thi
this sleeve is little too long, Nj
Kent"
"Not after the seam is of. Il
what were you saying about I
nlkalies and acids, Mrs. Carlisle 7 I
other day ut Professor Boyntons
saw some wonderful experiments
"Did they succeed" inquired Jenn
demurely.
beautifully
$50 will mine. l never botched
job in my life.'
II don't think | quite understa
YOU" said Miss Kent perplexed.
"NoY | always grow scient
when talking about marriage,
dear
Bother !" was all the little won
said, but the tone was much bet
natured than expected.
The next week, cousin Mark arriv'
and | liked him at once. An unhap
marriage would have been the J
thing thought of in connection "