Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1877-08-03
Her sangulne Temperament.

The other evening a policeman was in
formed tnat resident of Lafayette street
East was killing his wife. This Is not an
unusual thing Tor husband to do during
these days of pull-backs, tie-backs, get-backs,
baek-ups and long trails, but still the police
man made a rush for the house. As he reach
ed the steps the wife had Just finished wash
ing her bloody nose, and she greeted him
with the cheerful query:
Hello, Did you hear the racket
81 heard that you was being murdered"
he replied
''ohl pshawi it was merely lively little
set-to between the old man and myself We
have lots Of EN-. l don't always come out
second-best, as 1 did this time, but its all
night.
'If body ests a body
Coming thrO' the rye"
Il should think it would be awful to live
this way, remarked the officer, as he glanced
around at the many proofs of poverty.
"Oh, GO long, she smiled. 1--WE can't all
be dukes and dukesses, and there's no use
trying. I've got six children around the
house, and its my duty to carry lively
heart. Fact is, I'm of a sanguine tempera-
ment, and | always look on the bright side,
anyhow"
Weren't you set out of house on Gro
CHAN street Tor non-payment of rent?" asked
the officer, looking at her more closely.
Same woman-same family, she laughed.
Il had more fun over there than you could
carry on freight train. Three of the child
ren were sick, the old man out of work, the
dog lost, the cat under the weather with
cramps, and none of us knew what to do.
However,
The may he shining o-morrow,
Although it Is cloudy to day"
And sat down on the old cook-stove and
laughed till cried"
81 think saw You at the PoormasteI's
Office" he observed
-'And that was another good joke on Sny-
der, she grinned. ''Yes went around there
and asked for Mocha coffee. granulated su-
gar, seedless raisins, Worcestershire sauce,
pastry flour and | coal, and you ought TO
have seen the old man go down in his boots!
i got some taters and meat and wood, and
some of the folks were put ont to hear me
singing:
The wolf of starvation she winked at me,
By-by-tra-la,
But married duke with fortunes three,
Fe-fo-fum!
''Do you fight with your husband very
often ?" he asked.
well, that depends He's of a bilious
temperament, and you can't bet on him.
Some days he'll come in as meek as lamb
and smiles sweetly as | kick his hat of.
Again he II come rushing in, bang the child
ren around, kick over the chairs, and dare me
TO move an ear Them's glorious old times,
them is You Just ought to see maternal af-
fection and mop-handle muscle combine and
go for that old autocrat of the shovel and
wheelbarrow! | don't have any backing, and
don't want any. These sanguine teInpera-
ments never go in except TO win"
Adu lat I.. tal f,r Al
peace haven't YOU"
'Ihe same | have, and were you down
there? 1 walked out before the desk in Lady |
Audley style, you know, wiped tear from |
my pearly eye, and the way flung law, do |
mestic happiness, muscular development, |
mothers love. conjngal affection and Western |
enterprise at his Honor made his hair stand |
up. He told me TO 90, and laughed all the |
way home My husband sat here, wiping |
away crocodile tears and telling the children |
I'd gone sent to Saratoga for my health, when |
bounced in and had him hollering for mer-
cy in less than Two minutes.
80 We won't go home till morning
TIL daylight does esappear."
'Well, guess you'll get along said the |
officer, as be went down the steps
Don't you bet l WON'T she replied, |
standing in the door. ave haven't a stick |
of wood, and nothing to eat but a loaf OF |
bread, while the rent is two months overdue, |
but | am Of a sanguine temperament, you
know. If We don't strike a streak of luck |
tonight well have dry old meal and an
other fight in the morning, but luck has got |
to come some day. Destiny is destiny, and |
this old calico dress has got 10 do me till |
SHOW flies, but
There's many a hard-up fam lee
There's many who want for bread
But I'm a sandy, sanguine, cheerful Wife
Who'll never give up TIL dead"
'If you hear a tussle in here this evening |
don't interfere. I've got handful of snuff |
all ready for the old mans eyes, and it'll |
nearly kill me to see him feeling around for
club with one hand and digging his eyes
with the other. Well, tra-la."