Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1879-04-04

THE best little wife in the world |" said
Herbert Ainscourt.
"Of course-I dare say" responded
Mr.. Portcross. but what's your exact
idea of the best wife in the world Z Jones
says he's got the best wife in the world ,as
she keeps bis stockings darned, takes him
to church three times of Sunday, and
never let's him have an idea of his own"
Jenkins says he's got the same iden-
teal article, but Jenkins wife keeps all
the money, draws his salary for him, and
makes him live in the back kitchen be-
cause the parlor is too good for the family
use."
ooh! but Daisy isn't bit ogreish -
a little, submissive, soft voiced thing that
hasn't an idea except what is reflected on
me. I tell you what, old fellow, I'm
master of my own house I come when
please, and 60 when | please. Daisy
never ventures on word of reproach. |"
"Then you ought to be ashamed Of
yourself, larking around at the clubs as
you do, dissipated- bachelor fashion,"
"Ashamed what of"
"Why, | suppose you owe some duties
to your wife :"
where's the harm Ny wife dosn't
care"
Probably you think SO because she
is quiet and submissive but if she were
to object"
Object I'd like to hear her try it,
"Now, look here. Ainscourt, yolr wife
may be model wife, but you certainl,
are not a model husband. People ar,
beginning to talk about the way you neg.
lect that pretty little blue-eyed girl"
"lll thank people to mind their owr
business. Neglect her, indeed ! Why
man love her as love my own soul. y
Then why don't you treat her as i
you did ?
oh come, Portcross. that question
just shows what regular old bachelor
you are. 1T won't do to make too much
of your wife. unless you want to spoil her.
Mr.. Portcross shook bis head.
THAT sounds selfish. l don't like tn
ring of that metal"
And he went away, leaving Mr.. Aims
court to finish his games of billiards a
leisure.
"What regular old s-budget Port
cross is" laughed the latter. galway
poking his nose into somebody else's bu
siness. There's one comfort-I never
pay any attention to what be says"
Meanwhile Mrs Ainscourt was sittin.
alone in her drawing room her two litti
white hands tightly locked in one another
and her fair head slightly dropping,
delicate little apple-blossom of woman
with blue, wishful eyes, curly flaxen hair
locking more like grown-up child thar
a wife of twenty.one summers.
"Oh dear !" sighed Daisy. at is So
dull here. l wish Herbert would com,
home. He never spends any time will
me nowadays, and read the newspaper
so can talk about the things he's inter
ested in, and try so hard to be entertain.
ing. It's very strange"
And then her oval face Frightened int
sudden brilliance, and the sparkles stole
into her eyes; for the quick ear had
detected her husbands footsteps on the
stairs. The next moment be came in
"Well, pet, how are you p with 0
playful pinch of her cheek. "There are
come Lonbons for you. Where are my
light gloves ?"
20, Herbert! you are not going away
again 2"
II must, Daisy. There are lot Of
fellows going to drive to High Bridge,
and I'm one Of the party. You can 90
over to my mothers for dinner, or send
for one Of your friends, or something.
There, goodbye, puss, I'm in deuce Of
hurry"
And with one careless kiss pressed on
the quivering damask rose of mouth
that was lifted up TO him, he was gone.
Daisy Ainscourt neither went to her
mother-in-law, nor sent for one Of her
girl friends. She spent the evening all
alone, bordering on the shadow which
was fast overgrowing her life.
"What shall do n thought the little,
timid. shrinking wife. "0h, what shall
DOR
But, child as she was, Daisy had a
strong, resoluto woman's heart within
her, nor was she long in coming To
decision.
Daisy" said her husband TO her the
next day, you haven't any objections
70 my attending the Orion Bal Masque p
Are masked balls nice places. Her
bert p
20, yes, everybody goes; only
thought Ia pay you the compliment Of
skiing whether you disapprovcd or not "
"Can I 90 witb Won ~