Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-01-27
The Widow Brixon Sets a Trap for
POreyisky.

The Widow Brixon Sets a Trap for
Poreyisky.
The Widow Brixon has about made up
her mind to get married 1t is SO lone
some. she says, dragging along, day after
day, with no one to scold but the children
and having to foot all the bills herself.
She dropped in to see Mrs. Sanders the
other day, Just after the family had got
through with their dinner, to find out
whether black could be colored brown, and
| tell about the carpenter coming home the
night before and giving his wife black
eye.
! Quite naturally, in little while, she
got to talking about the street-car couduc-
tor, and asked Mrs. Sanders if she really
didn't think it was her duty, as the moth
or Of fatherless children, to marry him.
'sHas he proposed to you?" queried
the practical Mrs. Sanders.
"Oh; bless you! no; but then he would
in a minute, know, if I'd give him the
least bit of encouragement" said the
blushing widow, smothering sigh with
the leg OF chicken that had somehow or
other run the gauntlet Of the Sanders din
ner table in safety.
"What makes you think so?' asked
Mrs. Sanders, gathering up the dishes,
with the hope, most likely, of being able
to save something for supper.
"Well-ah- um-why, really, Mrs
Sanders, if you must know, I'll tell you:
You never in all your born days saw
man look so miserably cut up and down
hearted as he does whenever he drops in
of an evening. Why, as sure as l live,
he'll set there by the fire for half an hour,
looking as though he hadn't friend on
top o. ground, and every little while sigh
ing as if he was about to swallow his last
BREATH" said the widow, wlping her lips
on her apron and glancing with interest
at segment Of pie which atill fingered
on the table.
SIS the man troubled with rheumatiz!"
asked Mrs. Sanders, pushing the pie with
in her reach.
20 dear! no. At least he never COM
plains" replied the widow, giving the pie
a reception that ruined its shape.
"How's his liver?" continued Mrs. San
ders, pouring out her dishwater.
.What?'
"Ain't he bilious?'
"Why, Mrs. Sanders! Do you spose
I'm doctor?"
"That amt got nothing to do with it
If the man acts ike you say he does, his
liver's all out o. keller, as sure as you're
a lone woman, and nothing but the blue
mass will ever straighten him out, and
make things look cheerful to him again.
If you take any interest in him, you ought
to give him a little motherly advice about
it." said Mrs. Sanders, rolling up her
sleeves.
"Oh, mercy! never, no! That amt it
at all, Mrs. Sanders Because your man
looks like a nankeen sun bonnet with the
jaundice, you needn't think everybody
else in town has a lazy liver. | guess [
amt blind, and can see the mans head
over heels in love with me, and is afraid to
let On about it, Brixon acted that very
elf-same way. Why, you ought to see
. him choke up and and act like goose
4 every time Ispeak to him. And then he's
so tender and patient with the children
He always brings 'em a pocket1ul of pea
nuts or candy and little John Rufus will
climb around over him, and pull his hair,
, and gouge him in the eyes, while Mary
Angelina will be pol1ing him in the side
with a strip Of kindling. and Philip Alon-
20 sticking pins in mis- legs, and him aset-
tin there all the time, as meek as a mis-
sionary, and trying to make out it's capt.
tai fun"
Would any man stand all that if he
didn't have warm spot in his heart for
the children's mother? No, indeed, Mrs
Sanders; that man loves me to distraction,
and is suffering martydom for fear I'll
find it out;'
Well, maybe he is" said Mrs. San
ders; but why don't he speak out like
a man with common sense, and get put
out of his misery?'
J 90 well, I suppose it's because I've
never given him any encouragement,
didn't want to do it, you know, until I
had chance to see whether Mr.. Brent
yer across the way, had any thoughts of
marrying again, for he has mighty good
job in the coffin factory, and could afford
to keep family well. But he hardly
ever looks at me when meet him, and I
won't be made fool of any longer. And
so, this very night. if Porvisky drops in, I
shall burst into tears, and talk about how
sad, and lonely, and wretched | am, and
how the children all cry for him when
he's away, and will be engaged before he
gets out Of the house-now you see.o
And the woman returned to her little
ones with an Indian-summer glow around
the heart.-Breokfast Table.