Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-10-25
HIS FIRST WIFE.

And her bright eyes glistened from be
hind eambric pocket handkerchief, like
stars from under an april cloud.
Mrs. Primrose was very pretty, and
she was very young aud the wedding
ring, on the third finger Of her lett hand,
had not set lost the gloss OF the jewelers.
store and yet Mrs. Primrose was al
ready lamenting the choice she had made
in life.
why, my dear, said Mrs. Mixel
looking half curiously around the cosy
farm house Ktchen, where Mrs. Prim-
rose was crying into the preserving ket-
tie, what can the trouble be p
'It's-il's his first wife 7 sobbed Mrs.
Primrose. TIE hateful thing! wish
he had never married her +
My dear . demonstrated Mrs. Nix
ell.
We'll, it's true,' said ;he bride, pa:tng
her little foot restlessly on the stone
hearth. She's always bolherng and in
terlering in my affairs =
Mrs. Mixel gave an alarmed :gance
over her lett shoulder, as if she had seen
a ghost.
'Georgy,' said she, with a sniff at her
smelling bottle, how you do startle one!
lbe first Mrs. Primrose has been dead and
buried these three years. And you talk
as If she were still alive
50 she Is, as far rs l am concerned q
flushed out Georgia Primrose. 'Phineas
| is always rking her out Of the grave.
For my part don't wonder TINT she
died she must have been a great deal
too perfect to live She never forgot to
sew the buttons on his shrts she never
burned the toast, or scorched the oatmeal,
or wasted the potato peelings, or-good
ness gracious here he comes now =
And Georgia fell to stirring the pums
with nm energy that served as an escal e.
valve for her excited feelings, as Mr..
Phineas Primrose walked ina tn !, port-
ly gentleman. Of middle age. with pair
of eye glasses perched on a Roman nose,
anu u ibltHbhu M EllFbFHilS WIN luf
orable chronological bumps.
your most obedient. Mrs Mxel =
said he with courteous obeisance-' your
most obedient Georgy. my love- with
glmmer of the spectaces in The drec-
tion of the preserving kettle, j think you
are burning those plums.
No. nm not : said Georgia, never
once looking up.
MY first wife, began Mr.. Prim-
rose.
There +" escaped medically from
Gaorgias lips.
'Eh p said Mr.. Primrose.
Nothing, said the bride, stirring
as II her spoon We're fash of silver
lightning.
MY Grst wiie.' resumed tho rcmated
widower, ms WIS about to remak, al
ways canned her fruit in glass jars. She
Leyor failed =
Indeed said Mrs. Mixel. rathor puz-
zled what remark to mako.
'Ah + groaned Mr.. Primrose, There
was woman ! A temper like an angel,
the judgment of Solomon, the economy
Of true hou.ekeeper-T Take care, my
dear you cestainly ave burning those
plums!
Mrs. Primrose dropped the spoon into
the boiling mass, and burst into tears
Il don t care Tor the plums,' cried she
I don't care for anything"
Nj. Primrose looked after her, with
eyes of mild reproach, as she ran out of
the room.
Mrs. Mixel followed the bride into her
room, in sore perplexity.
Ny DEAR said she, you are very fool
ish.'
i can't help it, sobhed Georgia. No
one could To have at horrid piece of
perfection thrown in my face every hour
of the twenty fonr. 1t breaks my heart,
it poisOns all my peace II she only had
the least BIT OF fault
'We are all hllible. my love, oracllar-
ly remarked Wrs. Mixel.
But Mr.. Primrose's first wife wasn't,
said Georgia
Humph said Mrs. Mixel. DO you
happen to know what part of the country
WAS her native place p
'Snooksdale. taltered Georgia in the
State Of New Hampshire.'
And her name was-i
'Mehetahel Meeler. Oh, / know all
the details by heart = sighed the wife,
And now ] must go and rip up Mr..
Primrose's old coat into osrpet-rags his
FIRST i0tfe never wasted so much as a clip,
ping OF thresd,' with fearful grimace
the name of The obnoxious household idol
who was so frequently and remorselessly y
set up for her to worship.
Mrs. Mlxel went hcme and considered
matters little while md then she took
the train for Snooksdale, New Hamp.
shire.