The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-03-23
YOURS TRULY RESPONDS.

married. All the time the trosseau was
in preparation she kept herself busy,
metaphorically, that is, in planning let
ters to her favorite journal; but there
was so much work to do, mothers health
remained so poor, and girl of the
period needed so much toggery, that it
was impossible to attempt anything in
the literary line beyond planning; and
the plans of people in love are generally
so evanescent and vaporsh as to be
vapid if not invisible to everybody but
themselves.
Jim-tbat's Yours Truly's anointed's
name, Mrs. D., and what on earth his
mother ever permitted him to be chris
tened with such a cognomen for is a
wonder past finding out-Jim was so at
tentive when in the house, and Yours
Truly so hurried when he was out, that
half year has passed on the viewless
wings of time since last she penned a
stroke for the public eye.
You remember that fifty dollars per
month, don't you? And the extra COM
pensation for taking care of Phil and
that blessed baby?
Well, Dicks wife was soon to be on
hand with new deal. Not only would
she expect to be waited upon and nursed
and petted herself, while her self-im-
portant liege would give orders with the
air of potentate, but the toddler al
ready on the stage Of action was teeth
ing and sick and cross, and Yours Truly
got as cross as a stack of black cats.
Don't scold, Mrs. D., and above all,
don't omit that slang, for there's nc
other expression that will do the sub.
ject justice.
81 won't stand it /" she cried, desper.
ately.
"The dickens you won'tP' said the
governor.
'Not if the court knows herselfp'
This phrase Yours Truly caught from
you, Mrs. D., and you will please re-
member, if you don't like to see It il
this letter, that precept is stronger thar
example. Vide the postmaster CORE
spOndence from Mt. Pulaski, will you
"Dick shan't be turned away, that
fat ~ said the governor.
Every WE'LL" demurely replied Your
Truly. "Pm going to be married an,
can't work"
"And who'll marry you, pray? ?" erie,
the head of the family, turning as pal
: as the white meat of roast turkey.
"Several fellows" replied Your
. Truly, and then she thought, with
eomplacent futter, of some half-doze
swains, any one of whom would jump a
a chance to support and protect her an
, spend her pin money.
"But you are not in earnest ?" and th
/ governors agony was ludicrous to bt
: hold. His face looked as antiquated 6
: last years almanac, and his lips turne
: whittier than his ashy cheeks.
I ayes, am in dead earnest, sir. I al
r of age, and have six hundred dollars
r bank. Why shouldn't 1 marry?
/ think Pm amply able to support a hui
/ band properly.
f The governor started up in a rage an
rocked a heavy chair upon his rhel
e matte toe.
E ct isn't rheumatism at all, Mrs. D
but gout, though you can't rouse tt
governor to fury quicker than to mel
ton it, Mother learned long ago
call it rheumatism, to keep peace
the family.
'How are we to manage at home
> the governor cried, while the tea
rolled down his cheeks, and You
Truly, in trying to rub the pain fro
his bruised foot, made him fairly hoy
with rage.
"Oh, that's nothing" said You
L Truly. "Dick and his family are con
. ing home, and you can save your fin
= dollars a MONTH"
. "But we can never get along witho
yOu, you ungrateful girlp'
The temper of the family was abba
in an instant.
"We'll see ~ said Yours Truly.
"But who is the unlucky dog ?"
( asked, savagely.
'I don't know" replied his duff
3 daughter. "Perhaps 1 could answ
= your question more fully if 1 cou
: know what you're driving at. haven
encountered any new dogs lately"
"WhO do you mean to marry ?" W
the next or explanatory Interrogation.
> "My fathers head man !" said You
> Truly, shaking her head till her pret
French twist fell fiat down her bac
=. and the frizzes of her banged hair fair
= stood on end.
: "And what the thunder do you wa
of him 2"
: The governors blood is always
when he invokes thunder; but You
Truly may have told you somethil
like that before.
81 want him for husband, SIR"
{ The reply nonplussed the old gent
{ man.
Il "And you have about as much ne
of husband as I have of Fren
e twist !" he exclaimed, vehemently.
That was little too much. The 90
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