Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-05-29

we were the Ohly sCaiaflnG men o
the place and our wives wer,
neighbors and had always beer
protcssedly great friends.
81 was delighted to see them, ane
thought at the time that my wifi,
was very cool, though exceedingly
polite. soon forgot all about hcl
manner, though, in the pleasure o.
talking over old times, and they
made long and to me very pleas
ant call.
GAS soon as they leftx my wife
went mp to her room, and l saw hel
no more that evening, for when tea
was ready she sent down word she
had the headache, and wanted none.
The next day things were no
brighter than before, and when the
first church bell rang, my wife burst
into flood Of tears and set off for
her chamber. [ followed her, and
there she lay on the bed in regular
Mysteries. When she came to her.
self little, | asked:
"What on earth is the matter %
"She looked me full in the face.
and said
."lf you don't know, Thomas
Wilcox, you ought to-
81 wiited under her looks like a
boy caught stealing marbles. The
truth is, | thought some villain had
been telling tales out Of school bnt,
for the life Of me, l conld not con-
ceive who it could be.
"By this time my wife was in
another fit worse than the first. |
conjured up all the recollections of
my voyage--anG they were not
half so pleasant as | could have
wished them-but finding l could
not restore her, | ran down stairs to
make some mulled wine. When l
reached the kitchen, there was my
wife's sister with her demure face,
which helped TO irritate me still
more. called for wine and spices,
and while l was heating it, she be,
gan. She wished to gracious her
sister knew how to treat a husband
as he deserved to be treated that
if she was wife she would know
how to prize man who did every
thing a man could do to please her.
81 was in no humor to hear my
wife abused-my conscience at that
time making a kind OF coward of
me-so [ burst ont upon her in a
rage, told her she was a snake liz
tho grass, and | would rather have
her sister than thousand such as.
she was and if there was any
trouble between Mollie and me,
why, | knew who to thank for it.
"She lifted up her eyes and hands
above her head, and SAID all men
were tools, but was the greatest
of them all.
"This brought on a spirited al
tercation, in which l spoke my
mind pretty freely. As soon as the
wire was heated | decanted it into
a tumbler. My sister-in-law recon-
mended hot vinegar, but | told her
| would leave that for her.
"On my way mp stairs | thought
[ heard my wite's footsteps in her
but when 1 entered she
was lying on the bed, crying in a
very sensible manner. [ had no
in pcrsuading her to drink
the vine. She caught hold of my
hand and kept sobbing. She did
not deserve such 4 husband,
she said. | was too good for her,
and she was not worth all the kind
ness [ gave her.
81 felt encouraged, and kissing
her again, begged her to tell me
what was the matter. At this she
began crying and sobbing again,
and said she could not tell me as |
woul6 hate her, and she deserved
to be hated, etc.
s'The more she decried herself
the more penitent | became, and in
fact was on the point OF making a
clean breast of it, and asking her
forgiveness but, luckily | did not,
for in little while she told me the
terrible bughear. First Mate Ben
doin had brought home to his wife
a cashmere shawl, while | had only
brought her a silk dress.
''Is that all 2" | cried, clasping her
in my arms, and feeling intense re-
lief; and then | told her how un-
kind it was to keep ME in such
suspense; and she laid her brown
head on my breast and begged to
be forgiven.
"Now every woman has her Ma.
poleor Bonaparte, and my wife's
was Mrs. William Bendoin, and
and the agouizirg thought Of
being outdone by that lady at
church had caused all this comlno-
ton, and perhaps given me dyspep~
sia eating tongh bread. | explained
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