The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-10-25
MY WIFE'S NEW FRIEND.

Mrs. Jones has quite habit of cult
waiting new friendships, which have every
appearance of blooming eternally, but
which soon wither in the worlds colo
blasts. I used to think this characters
tic WAS confined to schoolgirls, who
swear immortal fidelity in letters crossed
and recrossed, but forget each other as
soon as they have caught IL lover.
My wife's last acquisition in the way
of bosom friend is Mrs. Mortimer
Mowbray, with whom she became ac
quainted last summer, while we were
boarding out of town. Mrs. Mortimer
Mowbray had her carriage with her, anC
created quite sensation-in fact, every
lady in the house was eager to become
her confioante; but the amiable deport
ment of Mrs. Jones, combined, [ doub
not, with her intellectual accomplish
mcnts, rendered her the favorite, anC
she it was who daily occupied the spare
seat in the coach, and had the honor
of advising Mrs Mortimer Mowbray ii
those thousand grave pcrplcxities under
which women suffer.
We returned to the city after the Nov
brays; but my wife, though usually very
firm ON questions of etiquette, waived
her privileges on this occasion, and made
the first call. She was graciously re.
ccived, and came home in high spirits
ALI that evening she could do nothing
but talk of Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray
"Such an elegant establishment, she
said. A footman, with manners like {
prince, waited at the door, The draw
ing-room was the perfection of luxury
and taste. Mrs. Mowbray had on sucl
Il sweet cap, and altogether looked SC
lady-like. Her manners were, indeed
most aristocratic, just what those of {
Countess are supposed to be-"
In few days Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray
returned my wife's call, coming in {
shining new carriage, and with Il new
span of horses. Her equipage created
quite sensation in our street.
Mrs. Jones, soon after this, began t.
act as If brooding over some vast design
which not being matl1red, she deemed il
wisest to be silent respecting. At las
the mighty secret was broached.
"I was thinking, Jones'" she said
one night, just as 1 was composing my
self to sleep on my pillow, '' that W,
ICrnf 70 r Not 100 l.l,
ball, indeed, but select entertainment
wnere a few congenial minds may bt
brought together. I should like to in
troduce my dear Mrs. Mowbray to some
of the choicest of our set"
Now, detest parties, small or large
but, as the delicacy of my wife's nerves
does not allow of her being thwarted,
made no objection to the proposal,
though sighed to myself.
"Of course, my DEAR" 1 said "Yor
know best"
"Well, about thirty" continued m,
wife, warming with the subject. "There'
Mrs. Wharton, and Mrs. Horac,
Shinn, and Mrs. Price, and the Miss
es Trelawney," and thus the dea
creature ran on, until she had mentioned
about forty names, and 1 SAW that he
'select party of congenial souls wa
going to be, after all, crowded rout.
You have forgotten the two Misses
Howell L said at last. when my wifi,
stopped for want of breath.
The two Misses Howell were amiable
intellige mt, AMI pretty girls, in whom
took particular interest, because thei
father had once been an extensive ship
ping merchant, but, having become re
duced and died bankrupt, the sister
were Obliged to earn a livelihood b,
standing in store. They had numer
Gus rich relations ON whom they nigh
have billeted themselves, but, with ;
spirit of proper independence, they pre-
ferred to work for their maintenance, in
stead of eating the bread of charity.
had long nourished romantic idea o
seeing them married well, and had con
sequently made it point always to in
vite them to our parties TO praise then
highly to the young gentlemen there
and, in every other indirect way, to assis
in realizing my pet scheme.
My wife, heretofore, had seconded m,
in my benevolent plan; but on tn