Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1879-07-24
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The clock on the mantal had chimed
the hour of two when Mrs. Lula a.
wakened with start, and gazed sleep
ily around hel. She was seated in an
easy chair drawn close up to table,
upon which burned tae soft glow of a
lamp. An open novel lay in her lap.
Bless me, | have fallen asleep over
my novel, she yawned, | declare it
is most provoking how they write
books now, in an hundred and odd
numbers; one forgets all about the
story when it gets to be interesting.
During her soliloquy Mrs. Lula S
eyes had wandered mechanically to-.
ward the clock.
Gracious ne, it is 2 o'clock And
my husband is not come home yet
Where can he be ? Oh the old story,
| suppose-the club That's what he
always says; had his friend Brown to
dine with him. Nice place, this club,
and nice man, this Mr.. Brown, al:
ways taking my husband from home.
Scarcely married one year, and this
is the way he treats me. Converted
into veritable watch dog
Mrs. LulIa's injured discourse was
abruptly terminated by the sound of
d key being thrust into the lock Of the
outer door,
AT last she continued. He thinks
me in bed and fast asleep, but he'll
realize his mistake, the wretch. A
conjngel lecture you II have this night
Mr.. Simon Lula, and it you have no
more respect for your wife than by
coming home Of nights at such late
hours, | will leave you in bllssful SOL
itude Of you, rare en- jovment, and
while speaking the neglected wife
turned down the glimmer Of the lamp
and Went into an adjoining dressing
room. The suppressed sqaeaks of his
boots, and all occasional stumble with
a dull thad, augured a bosterous pas
sage up the stairway for Simon Lulla
n fact, wheeling sound Of difficult
breathing and incoherent murmurings
from the regions Of the stairs, proved
bevond doubt that Lula was wealth
ering rough passage but at last he
managed to drop anchor in the room
his spouse had quilted, with the con-
fused idea of having accomplished a
difficult task.
Impenetrable as Erebus ! ex-
claimed Lula, sitting on the floor in
disorder, and creaky boots in the bar
gain. If there is a disgusting domes-
tic disagreeable, 1t is creaky boots !.
Taey are what I call a perpetual per
ipatetic nuisance. i will take them
off. Mr.. Lula proceeded to suit the
action to his words, and finished by
removing also his coat and vest and
throwing them across the room, trust
ing them to alight on place of safe.
ty from the floor, chair, table, or
other portable furniture.
'Phew it's hotter than bakers
oven, said Lula, tugging at his neck
cloth, that had got twisted around his
neck, and became loosened by parting
in half at one of his vigorous pulls.
Softly, simon,' he continued, or you
will wake that estimabe wife of yours.
She is fast asleep in the arms OF
Morpheus, as Brown would say, ano
it would be real cruel to disturb her,
real barbarous. | think | hear her
tomorrow morning asking with mat
rimonial sternness We'll, sir, at-at
what hour did you come home? AT
IL o'clock, darling Letsy Petsy, says
I. l make it point to call her dar-
ling when | am in for it. | wonder
where my slippers are? | was late
last night, and might as we'll put the
clock back in case she makes the
eternal difference between it and the
watch, it will be in my favor. But
where is the clock ? / can hear it
tick, but it's so internal dark | cannot
see it. | will give my wife to under
stand that hereafter I must have a
light burning. They say time tiles, Il