The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1878-06-28

| abruptly and went into the adjoining bed
room.
"The brute !" she said to herself "but I'll
show him whether | am to be trampled on
or not" No talk now of appealing TO his
better feelings. The natural woman was
in such II rage that she could not listen to
Mrs. DR.. Job, unless that eminent practi-
tioner should suggest some of the sterner
modes of treatment. Keep his supper for
him indeed! Coming home on the follow
I ing evening Job found Mrs. Job grimly
| sewing, and the room wearing that put
away -for-the-nigh appearance so peculiar
y aggravating to hungry and tired folks.
"lsn't it late ?" asked Job, glancing at
I the clock, with some dismay.
"We have had our supper, ifthat is what
you mean," says Mrs. Job, suddenly ficing
| him, "hours ago! But there is bread in
the pantry, ifyou want it )" still with her
etssss on him, and bristling for battle. But
Job did not take up the gage, but looked
at her with a tender, sorrowful, plying
gaze, and signing, went and found his
crust and ate it without a word.
When physician finds patient getting
beyond his skill he calls in brother prac.
titioner and Mrs. Dir. Job, thinking the
moral symptoms of her patient more and
more puzzling, laid the case before Mary
Ellen.
Mary Ellen was Mrs. Jobs sister, lived
in the lower half of the house, and never
had believed in Job Spinning.
"There is woman in the case" pro-
nounced Mary Ellen portentously.
Mrs. Job fired. "Mary Ellen, l don't be-
lieve it Job Spinning isn't that man =!
Mary Ellen smiled sl1nprior
"Men are men, and not women, Jane, and
facts are facts; and if Job don't spend his
time here, he does somewhere else. May
be Job is all right and don't say he amt
but the first question l always ask about
husbands is, what do they 10 with their
time and their money! and then l Judge
according.
"There's different ways of putting facts"
said Mrs. Job, much wilted, but still vague
ly convinced of the monstrosity of Mary
Ellen's conclusions when applied to job !;
land we all know you always were jealous
about Job"-that slipped off her tongue
without ntending-"and don't believe
it, Mary Ellen, say what you like"
"None so blind as them that won't see :;
and for jealous" cried Mary Ellen, very
red, 81 must first see something to be jeal-
Gus of-not to say that you needn't be mad
at me, Jane as | amt the woman he's after
anyhow"
81 call that low" observed Mrs. Job,
hastily picking up her work basket and re-
firing with much dignity. Not for worlds
would she have cried before Mary Ellen {;
but sitting by her own fire she could do
what she plcased-and then her hysterical
passion over, she still sat, watching the fire
CLEAN on the wall and in the silence, bro
ken only by the falling of coal, or the
measured ticking of the clock, came back
to her Il bright morning in their welded
lives when Job had brought home that
very clock and set it up on the Shelf tell
ing her it would say as long as it could
tick, faithful forever faithful forever and
Mrs. Job said to herself that the clock had
licked out many an hour that found her
fretiul, but never one that did not find him
patient; and minutes enough in which she
had been selfish, but never one where he
was not self-denying, and what was the
use of his faithfulness.
Mrs. Job started and gave little scream
job, coming in softly, had touched her
on the shoulder before she was aware-and
starting up, she faced him, hesitating and
flushed.
"What, crying?" asked job in a troubled
way.
mo, not crying" returned Mrs. Job,
Mary Elen's spur and new resolve cor,
if | was, it was for myself, not because Of
you, job for l believe you are right, Job,
though it all seems so strange, because it
is you; and love you job, and am going
to trust you till you speak out of yourself
and tell me what it is between us ~ crying
heartily as she talked and with her arms
about his neck.
Between us ! over us !" muttered Job :;
and then sudden and awful paleness fell
upon him-you could not say he turned
pale, he was so pale already. And with
the plying, tender, woeful look that she
had seen on his face before. "Poor little
woman poor janet" he said, stroking her
hair that was still soft and bright; poor
dear !" and that was all. His manner was
very tender, and from that night he softened
into many of his old ways but that was
all.
The days went on into months, and one
morning Job proposed Spinning spree
He had not spoken the word before since
that day that had changed him in such a
mysterious fashion.
1--WE shall take the steam cars" said
Job.
At once the small Spinnings were clamor-
Gus, but Mrs. Job was silent. Her heart
beat fast to the thought that to-day Job
would speak out. She never thought
where she was going, only when would Job
speak out. The iron horse picked them
up at one depot, and trudged sturdily off
with them to another-a raw little station,
where Mrs Job looked about her bewilder-
ed.
II have friend who has house here"
said Job, giving her his arm and she
| noticed that his breath came short and his
steps were uneven.
"He is going to speak, know she said
to herself.
The friends house was charming house,
with a yard at the back and in the front,
and oddly enough, the key of the front
door in Jobs pocket, who entered without
ceremony. Mrs. job entered, and, looking
about her, grew red and pale by turns.
'There are large rooms above" said job,
watching her.
"It's our very house." burst out Mrs. Job,
"that we've planned hundred times and
the carpet ] was always coveting, Job,
catching him by the arm, whose house is
this2"
"lt belongs to a bad man." answered
job, "who never told his wife that his sal
airy was raised six hundred and fifty dol
lars; and when she had been pinched on
fourteen dollars week made her do with
eleven instead"
sob !" cried his wife.
"Being so bad" continued Job, 'he took
to bad habits, too, and never came home
till nine, and ten"
Doing overwork," bursts in Mrs. Job
who is beaming.
THE deeds are made out clear in YOU