Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-05-09

Phineas couldn't get along with her no
how. She drank, you know, and she
snuffed ind she wasn't no great house
keeper ather best. Phineas was greatly
disappointed in her. Well, WE'LL we're
all mortal" tanning herself with an
enormous fabrication of rusty wire and
turkey feathers; "our poor Mehetable."
The roses had come back to Georgia s
cheeks and the magnetic brightness to
her eyes. She took Aunt Eunice by both
her black mittened hands.
"Dear Aunt Eunice," she said-"I
may call you SO, mayn't II Do come in
/ am so glad to see you. Shall I make a
cup of tea for you, or would you prefer
coffee? And I'll broil slice of ham for
you directly, if you'll only make your
self quite-quite at home"
"Well, declare!' said Aunt Eunice,
quite melted with the warmth OF this re-
ception. 81 didn't expect no such well
come as this Phineas used to be dread
fully worried because Mehitable never
warn't in order to have company. She
was poor cook, Mehitable was, and she
didn't seem to have the faculty to learn.
The waste that went on then, Phineas
used to say, and he said freely enough,
would keep tavern in victuals and in
drink, but amt a-going to extenuate
her faults, because she IS my brothers
child" added Aunt Eunice, with flour
ish of red and yellow bandanna pocket
handkerchief; "but did allow that she
was dreadful trial to Phineas."
Georgia Primrose tripped around as
lightly as if her feet were shod with
humming birds wings, to Zig int fire
IN the best parlor, and get out her
choicest silver and china, tor the hon.
or of her husbands first wlfe's relative;
and, as she moved about, she burst out
spontaneously into fragments of merry
songs.
Mr.. Primrose came home to tea as usu-
al, but as he crossed the threshold, his
glance rested on Aunt Eunice, with her
snuff box and spectacles, and his ford
face grew pale.
eyes, Phineas, it's me-" said the old
lady, rising with smile. I've come to
visit your second wife-and brisk, STIR
ring, little body she IS, as any man might
be proud Of"
Mr.. Primrose looked obviously at
Georgia.
eyes" said she, with the miscellaneous
dlmples playing about the corners
of her lips, as she set the chairs up
to the table, give heard the whole fami-
ly history, Phineas, dear. Aunt Eunice
is such good companyn
Mr.. Primrose murmured few unin-
telligible words of greeting to Aunt
Eun1ce and sank down into his chair like
a child's jumping jack with the string
broken.
"And it's such lucky thing for you
Phineas," added Aunt Eunice buttering
her first muffin, ''to get wife like
Georgia here, after the trial you had
with poor Mehitable. I've been telling
what hand she was to waste and how
she pawned the silver spoons when you
had gone to the Legislature, and how
that dreadful habit of drink grew on
her, and"
"Yes," said MI. Primrose, wiping his
forehesd-"Yes, but perhaps Aunt Eu-
nice the less said about the matter the
better. My poor, dear first wite'-the
words somehow seemed to stick in his
throat as they had never done before
"is dead and gone. Perhaps it would
be wiser and kinder to let her faults rest
with her."
Aunt Eunice Meeker staid a month,
and during that time the first Mrs
Primrose was never mentioned. Geor-
gia felt merciful and made no comment.
Aunt Eunice was discreet and held her
tongue.
Mrs. Mixel's plan has proved bril-
liant success. The ghost of Primrose s
first wife haunted the domestic hearth
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