The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-04-30
THE MORRETOWN GAZETTE
WEDNESDAY, April 80. 1879.


up TO her room, ana L saw ner no
more that evening, for when tea was
ready she sent down word she had
q headache, aud wanted none. The
next day things were no brighter
than before. and when the first church
bell rang my wife burst into a food
of tears and set off fer her chamber.
1 followed her. and there she lay on
the bed, in regular Mysteries; when
she came to herself little, / ask
ed -
"'Why, what on earth is the mat
terY'
She looked me full in the face,
and said -
eff you don't know, Thomas Will
cox, you ought TOP
"A willing under her looks like a
boy caught stealing marbles. The
truth is, I thought some villain had
been telling tales out of school; but,
for the life of me, l could not con-
ceiVe who it could be.
by this time nay wife was in
another fit, worse than the first.
conjured up all the recollections of
the voyage-aud they we're not half
so pleasant as I could have wished
them-but fnGing that 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,
helped to irritate me still more. l
called for wine and spices, and, while
I was heating it. she began. She
wished to gracious her sister knew
how to treat husband as he deserv-
ed to be treated that if she was a
wife she would know how to prize
man who did everything a man could
do to please her.
i was in no humor to hear my
wife abused - my conscience at the
time making kind of coward Of me-
SO l burst out upon her in a rage.
told her she was a snake in the grass,
and would rather have her sister
than thousand such as she was;
and if there were any trouble be-
tween Mollie and me why, l knew
who to thank for it.
She lifted her eyes and hands
above her head, aud said that all
men were fools, but was the great
est of them all.
This brought on a spirited alter
cation in which l spoke my mind
pretty freely.
As soon as the wine was heated l
decanted it into tumbler. My sis
ter.in-law recommended her vinegar,
but told her 1 would leave that to
her.
son my way up stairs l thought I
heard my wife's footsteps in her
chamber, but when I entered, she
was lying on the bed crying in a
very sensible manner. I had no
difficulty in persuading her to drink
the wine. She caught hold of my
hand and kept sobbing. She did
not deserve such husband, she said.
1 was too good for her. and she was
not worth all the kindness / gave
her.
i felt encouraged, and kissing her
again begged her to tell him what
was the matter. At this she began
crying and sobbing again, and said
she could not tell me, for | would
hate her, and she deserved to be ha-
ted. &c.
The more she decried herself the
more penitent became, sud. in fact,
was on the point of making a clean
breast of it, and asking herforgiveness
but luckily did not. for in little
while she told me the terrible bug
bear. First mate Bendoin had
brought home to his wife Cashmere
shawl, while brought her a silk
dress.
rs that all I cried, clasping her
in my arms, and feeling intense re-
lief; and then told her how unkind
it was to keep me in such suspense
and she laid her brown head on my
breast and begged to be forgiven.
Now every WSman has her Napo.
con Bonspart, and my wife's was
Mrs. VIM. Bendoin, and the agoniz-
ng thought of being outshone by
hat lady at church had caused all c
he commotiou, and perhaps given
ne the dyspepsia eating tough bread. G
explained to my domestic angel b
hat Cashmere shawls came from one b
'art of the world and silk from an t,
ther-but as soon as 1 possibly "
ould her wish should be gratifed. e
BY dinner time the pretty face was t,
milling as ever and to my astonish- C
1ent she spoke sharply to her sister n
he first time ever heard her do so. II
i had reason to believe afterward il
nat my wife, hearing our loud voices, Ell
ad come to the top OF the stairs and tie
Stoned /; for once in this world a list fir
ner heard good of herself. and il re- ar