The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1878-05-19
JOHNS WIFE!

DIR. Morcland was bald-headet man.
with aquline features, sparkling eyes and
an iron gray fringe of hair ar0um his
,cmplcs--and, as the moncycd man d the
family, all his relatives looked up to him
with the utmost respect not III minglctmith
u little awe; for he had what is callM
temper of his own.
"IIe hopes you'll like it, uncle said John
Morcland's sister, timid little old maid
Of two or three and-thiry.
"lIopts I'll like it, repeated the ipsci-
bic doctor. why don't he commit suicide
AT once, and then send word to me thu he
hopes I'll he pleased"
But she is very beautiful girl"
Beautiful" DR.. Morcland elevated his
aquiline nose in doublc-distillcd scDn.
And of course she'll want India shswls
and sets Of coral and silk frocks to deck off
her beauty-and where John to ret en-
And she is "A poetcss Uncle Morcard.'
Worse and worse groaned the Odman.
Burnt puddings, buttonlcss shirts, dust in
all the corners and inky fingers. a poetess.
just like john"
But you'll call uncle, w soqR y2p:'
Cssll. " nhl slioulN Cdll LOT! sllaTplN
demanded DR.. Morcland. II can't congrat-
ulatc her on marrying John, for think she
is fool for doing it. can't congratulate
him, for think he's bigger fool still to
cntanglc himself with slmpcring doll
baby of wife, who writes verses Pah,
I've no patience with the folly of this
world"
.,N.. Ian. ,,nrle ~
My dear" interposcd DR.. Moreland,
brusquely, I'm particularly engaged this
morning, 50 perhaps you'd better 90 down
stairs
Yes, uucle." said Kcziah Morcland,
mcckly She was used to her uncle's re-
bluffs, and took them with a philosophy
which was worthy of better cause.
In spite Of this vituperation, however,
Dr. Morcland did call on the bride. He
rang the door-hcIi ot No. 80 Botby Square
at an cmiy hour, as he Glanced 10 be pass
inc.
I'll catch her in curl papers" said he TO
himself, his lips twitching with malicious
smile.
A little maid in Il frilled cap and white
apron, answered the door-bcll.
Keep Il girl. ch:" said Dr. Morcland,
savagcly, TO himself. And on Johns sal
airy. \ prettymodco Of economizing, that"
The little maid showed him into sunny
parlor with an opcn-gratc fire on the hearth,
and hyacinths in the window, where very
pretty young lady was seated at her needle
work. She rose 10 greet him-and he was
little disappointed to see no trace OF either
curl-papcrs or inky fingers.
Il suppose YOU are Johns wife: said he.
The young lady smiled.
Yes" said she, Il am Johns wife. And
! conclude that you are Johns uncle, DR..
Morcand."
What do YOU keep servant for de-
mandcd the doctor, plunging abruptly in
medias res.
ITO do the work said Mrs. John, open.
ing her eyes rather wider than usual.
"Why don'tyou do it YOURSELF
Because don't like washing windows
and scrubbing door-stcps," calmly respond
ed the bride.
MY mother did her own work, curly re-
marked the doctor
But am not your mothcr.'
Mrs John, feminine spirit was evidently
becoming aroused.
No" said Dr. Morcland, you are one Of
the women Of the period. You prefer TO
sit with folded hands, while your husband
tolls hi, life out to >crapc together a little
money"
You are mistaken there. DR.. Morcland.
said the bride, Il may be one Of the wo-
men of the pcriod-in fact. rather glory
in the titlc-but am also one who firmly
believe. in husband and wife sharing alike
the burden, Of life as well as it, pleasures"
"Iumph." said DR.. Morcland. And if
ever monosyllablc expressed a whole die
tionary full of obnoxious epithets. il was
that humph" You write poetry don't
YOU"
Yes" said Mrs. Jones, not without a GER
tain defiance in her tone, II write poetry"
"Lct me rive YOU piece Of advice" said
DR.. Morcand. with hand, in hi, pocket and
nose in the air. Just burn up all your
pens and paper, roll up your sleeves and
90 to work. That's the only way to get
ahead Of this world"
"Do YOU think So" said Mrs. John.
Yes. | think So said Dr. MorcIand.
I'm very sorry NOT to arrcc wifi, yOu,"
said Mrs. John. 'but take different view
Of things"