The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-10-09
Mr. and Mrs. Paolo.

OF taking Sunday asterwalk together
ihey were not fashionable people, for
they only kept little shop for the sale
OF confectionery and small fire works
Packs Of crackers lay side by side: long
rocket sticks, red, white and blue. were
( displayed to the best advantage; and
Jars OF French mixed and peppermint
drops faced other jars Of lemon-drops
and iicorice; while under the counter,
/ stored safely away, was one little keg Of
gunpowder.
IL was Sunday afternoon, and of
course the shop was closed-but to day
MIR. aud Mrs Paols were not going out
to walk. They had auarrellei over
/ their Doentide dinner, AID Mrs Paola
had told Mr. Paola that she wished she
had not marrie1 him-aDd be answered
that he wished she had not Now they
were sitting apart sulking-he in the
back parlor, and she in her upstairs
bedroom. She had been crying, and
he had been furiously angry. and both
decided that they had made a grand
mistake, and only desired to be sepa-
rated.
That is what they have told me
marriage brought npon q man. said
Mr.. Pa0la.
"Mother always said that husbands
generally illused their wives after they
had been married year" said Mrs.
Paola to herself. All the world seemed
dark to each. and each desired to pun
ish the other for it.
At last Mrs. Paolo thought of plan.
She would go and walk by herself.
That would make him finely angry
when he came down He should see
she could be very happy without him.
very. And with boiling blood aud
aching head. she dressed herself i'll her
best, put on vail to hide her face. aud
started upon the most miserable walk
she had ever taken in her life. 1t seem.
ed as though the people could see down
into her heart, and know what was
passing thfre-that she was set apart
as woman who had quarrclled with
her husband. Other wives passed her
leaning oil their husbands arms
There were girls with their lovers.
How Paolo used to make love to her.
Old couples. who had lived together
more years than she had known in the
world. All, when she was old, how
would it be- Miserable little woman.
At last she found her way to the little
park. where, in years before. Paolo had
proposed to her. and sent down under
the very tree and leant his head against
it, "All is over" said poor little Mrs
Paolo; "but how sweet it was" Then
she arose and walked slowly homeward
Meanwhile Mr.. Paolo had come to
the conclusion that in no way could he
so punish little Mrs Paolo as by going
out alone to take his Sunday walk.
Consequently be put on his hat and
went very quietly ont of the door
through which his wife had passed a
little while before. He had the advan-
tage of not having swollen his nose and
Redeemed his eyes BY crying. but he
was very miserable looking man.
In order to look jolly. he lit cigar
as he went out. and threw the match
toward the fireplace, not noticing that
the still lighted end touched the carpet
Then he marched down the street, bnt
his cigar did not give him the air he
desired
Happy couples walked before him
arm in arm. He saw jolly young
fellow with his arm about his sweet
hearts waist; he alone was lonely, dcs-
! olstc. unlovcd.
So the unhappy couple walked the
streets at a blocks distance from each
other. each beliesing the other at
home. Each so wretched that the
t,e,D ia 4.,n h.
air poisonous.
At last Mr.. Paolo. like his wife, re-
membered the pretty park where he
had made love to her, and went thither;
he sat down on the old bench under the
old tree, and rested his head against it.
Its all over" sighed poor Mr.
Paolo; but how happy we were"
Then he also arose and walked slow
ly and sadly home in the cleaning.
How pleasant il used To. br, Mr.
Paelo thought, as theuah he were
thinking of ages gone, instead Of last
woek-how pleasant. it used to be to
come home together and eat the nice
little supper end talk over the people
they had seen, and plan what their
walk should be next week.
When they were separated--as they
! would be. of course-how he weuld re-
member it ali, He sa, down upon the
step Of n corner store and felt as though
he could not enter the home that was
now only the grave Of their domestic
peace.
/ At the same moment Mrs. Paolo
paused at another corner and looked
/ towards her home There was the sweet
though humble place To which Psolo
had brought her in her honey moon.
When they were separated, she said To
herself. she should see over and over
again the dear little back psrlor, the
pretty tea table. and Paolo opposite
her
''Oh' dear. can't go in" said Mrs.
Paolo to herself Hes sitting in there
angry and brutal. wishing we had never
been married"
I've a mind pot to go in" said Mr..
Paolo. "She is sulking in hss nom. 50
different from what ! thought her. wish
ing she had never married me-
Little did those two people guess at
that moment that they never should
enter that door again. bat il WAS So.
just as she took q step 70, ward and a.
he arose. a terrible explosion shook the
street, and their house came flying on.
Of its own windows
The spark from Mr. Paolo's match
/ h. a h.S,c al The tina ar.apinu s.aNtv