The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-02-12
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drinking is a fashionable vice stealing
is not. When the community regards the
fashionable wine bibber as it does the thief,
there will be no occasion for associated eff
fort 10 restrain it. Popular opinion will
do the work which the Sons are now do
ing
But | don't think there is any need Of
going so constantly replied the wife. DO
stay with me tonight | feel lonesome.
'rhe Order acts upon some particular
business tonight, and
Particular business again = exclaimed
Mrs. Prescott, with good-natured laugh.
1t does indeed
Always so.
Besides, l am w. p, you know
wv. T., you mean.
Whats that?'
wife tormenter.
| Nay, Carrie
GO along will excuse you tonight
but don't stay late.
No, dear.
1T was eleven o'clock before you got
home last Saturday night
| Il will be home by ten to night : and
Charles Prescott kissed his pretty smiling
wife--we beg the reader to remember that
they had been married but six months-snd
left the house.
CHAPTER II.
Mrs. Prescott did not appear to be half
80 lonesome as she had pretended she was
for, as her little white hand deicately and
daintily grasped the needle. the same invol-
uutary smile played on her pretty lips that
had been there while her husband was
present.
Her thoughts must have been very pleas
ant, or she would not have worn that be-
witching smile Her soft, gazele-llke eye,
too, beamed forth the language of pure
and beautiful soul--a soul at rest among
the flowers Of its own tender rearing.
She was thinking, and her thoughts were
tull of Joy. What happy wife she was
But perhaps her view Of mstrimony was
mingled with something of sentiments
few grains of that humbl moonshine which
strews flowers and perfumes in the path
way Of the Young wife.
Alas that the blight of GOODNESS should
ever come to wither those flowers which
the young ana loving wife scaters in her
pathway, Alas that the cares and trials of
life should ever come and cast a great,
broad shadow over the moon of her
dreame.
Mrs. Prescott was happy, and che was
thinking how happy she was. Charles was
all love and devotion. He was industrious,
frugal and temperate and, though they
lived in humble houee and in humble
street, she sighed not tor the fine things her
neighbOis had.
They lived comfortably and, while her
husband loved her, she cared not for tapes
try carpets and velvet covered lounges.
Charles had only one fuiliug aud that
was, an earnest devotion to the Order II
the Sons of Temperai CO, witch drew him
away from her side every Snlurd y night
He never left The house any cth"r tvrniug
without her : and unGou' 'ly De would
have insisted on her jc mig the order.
only that it was q secret society const-
quen'ly no women could be tuleGa ed with
' IN its pale.
e Mrs. Prescott could not see why her bus
band should he son, he was strictly
= temperate in his habits. Poor wife! She
neglected to enquire into the reason of his
being so.
She piled the needle. and smiled forth
the Joy that was IN her heart. She was so
happy and conten,ed that there was only
i one Thing left her to wish for-that her
husband was with her.
About half au hour after Charles had
gone, her brother Frank, who had been
i married nearly year. called with his wife.
Il have got to go down to the store and
post up the books, Carrie, and l have
. brought Lucy to stay with you ; she was
afraid to stay alone said, Frank Winsow.
after the two wives had kissed each oth,r r,
{ and said sundry pretty things about the
weather and walking.
4 am glad you did am alone myself.
u Where's Chailev?'
s Gone to the lOdge?
what LODGE
4 don't mean the lodge-the meeting Of
the SONS
q Bah !!
He goes every Saturday night
~ what pity CHARLEY is good fellow
and it is great shame that he should herd
with these fanatics, said Frank Wnslow
Don't you talk so about my husband
Frank, interposed the loving wife. He is
not half so much of frantic on temper
ance, as you are on cognac and sherry.
'Fie, sis believe in all sorts of GOO
things ; and being a.Son is, IN my opinion
id the next thing to being fool
v why don't you TIL him SOP
=, Il would il he were here. You don
w. think am afraid of him, do you?'
7 No; but the last time you argued thu
,e question with him
-. Bah exclaimed Frank, impatiently.
no Promising to call for his wife at TEL
o'clock, he left the house.
ia Il hope our husbands won't quarrel owe
ve this temperance question: said Mrs. Wins
low.
70 Il hope not.
w But this Sons business does seem s.
ia silly to me, that | cannot wonder Fran
Id laughs at him.
Nv well don't care anything about il
- only that Charles is out so late every nigh
n at the meetings
And leaves you all alone? asked Mrs
Winslow.
Yes
Il wouldn't let him 1t is shame VIII,
op should 90 into fits if my husband left m
alone till eleven o'clockr and Mrs. Wins
IT. low was Mortified at the very thought.
co Il have said good deal about it,
pr. said Why, l would tip the house owe
before l would submit to it,.
He is so deeply interested in it
o. He ought to be deeply interested in h
at wife, too.
Nay, nay, Lucy, you wrong him. II
loves me with all his soul
NO And leaves you alone till eleve
o'clock
q Tm not afraid to stay alone
10 Why, it's almost as bad as having
drunken husband to sit up for.
in %, no, I'm sure it is not.
as Charles Prescott was warmly condemne
ct by the visitor and warmly defended by u
wife, who, poor thing, though she wishe
lar. he would stay Mt home, could not bear
on hear word said against him.
nu- CHAPTER H.
Before ten o'clock the two ladies hi
,er- settled the question Of Charles detection
and passed naturally enough into mous'
de lanes, laces, and the newest fashion
nds Mrs. Winslow did not like TO say that
was a monster, in the hearing of his wifi,
but she fully believed it; and Mrs Pre-
moved by the Arguments uf her friend, CO
for cluded that ehe WAS used much more hal
iy than she had ever suspected.
ger Punctual TO his appointed hour, Charl
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