Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1880-02-25

thought some VILLAIN had been telling tales
out of school; but for the life Of me,
couldn't conceive who it could be.
''By this time my wife was in another
ft, worse than the first. l conjured up all
the recollections of my voyage-and they
were not half so pleasant as l could have
wished them-bu. finding l could not
restore her, | ran down stairs to make some
mulled wine. When reached the kitchen
there was my wife's sister, with her demure
face which helped to irritate me still more.
called for wine and spices, and, while
was heating it, she began. She wished to
gracious her sister knew how to treat a hus-
band as he deserved to be treated; that #
she was q wife, she would know how to
prize a man who did everything he could
TO please her.
| Il was in no humor TO hear my wife
abused-my conscience that time making
kind Of coward out of me-soI burst out
upon her in rage, told her she was snake
in the grass, and would rather have her
sister than thousand such as she was; if
there was any trouble between Mollie and
me, why knew who to thank for it.
''She lifted up her eyes and hands above
her head. and said that all men were fools,
but was the greatest Of them all
This brought on spirited alteration,
in which spoks my mind pretty freely.
As soon as the wine was heated, decanted
it into tumbler My sistQr-in-law recon-
mended hot vinegar, but told her | would
leave that for her.
''On my way up stairs thought | heard
my wife's footsteps in her chamber, but
when entered she was lying on the bed,
crying in a very sensible manner. / had
no difficulty in persuading her to drink the
wine. She caught hold of my hand and kept
sobbing. She did not deserve such hus
band, she said. was too good for her,
and she was lot worth all the kindness
gave her.
Il felt encouraged, and kissing her again
! begged her TO tell me what was the matter.
At this she began crying and sobbing again.
and said she could not tell me as | would
hate her, and she deserved to be hated.
/ etc.
The more she decried herself, the more
penitent became, and in fact, was on the
point of making clean breast Of il, and
asking her forgiveness: but luckily | did
not, for in little while she told me the
terrible bugbear. First mate Bendoin had
brought home TO his wife Cashmere shawl,
while 1 had only brought her the silk
dresses.
'''Is that alll' cried, clasping her in
my arms and feeling intense relief; 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 woman has her Napoleon
Bonaparte, and my wife's was Mrs. VIM.
Bendoin, and the agonizing thought Of be
ing outdone by that lady at church had
caused all this commotion, and perhaps
given me dyspepsia through eating tough
bread. explained to my domestic angel
that Cashmere shawls came from one part
of the country and silk from another-but
as soon as could her wish would be graft
fed. By dinner time the pretty face was
as smiling as ever, and to my establishment
she spoke sharply to her sister-the first
time | ever heard her do so.
81 had reason to believe afterward that
my wife, hearing our voices, had come to
the top of the stairs and listened; for once
in the world listener heard good of her
self, and il resulted in my sister-in-laws s
marrying herself to saddler and leaving
my house.
''The next week had to go to the city
on business, and took my wife along to
have her China silks made up; / secretly
resolved to buy shawl that would out
shine Mis-. Bendoin's, and the day after my |
arrival was lucky enough to find claret- |
colored satin bonnet, the exact shade of
her handsomest dress, with long, dropping |
plume that perfectly enraptured her. We
renamed in town five or six days; her |
dresses came home beautifully made, she |
said, and Just suited. l bought her al the |
little trumpery she wanted, and she was
delighted with her visit.
'sTwo days before we started home met
my old friend Legget, just from Calcutta,
with four of the most beautiful shawls l
ever saw; he allowed me to take my choice
at cost prce, which was four hundred and
fifty dollars, while he modestly made out
the receipt at nine hundred This / put
safely away in my trunk when my wife was
out.
I'VE reached home the last Of the week.
found the children well, and heard that the
world renowned Professor Lumley would
preach in our little hamlet the next Sunday.
| saw my wife's eyes dance with the intel
ligence; perhaps at the thought of her new
dress and bonnet, her six button gloves
Mrs. Bendoin had never had any higher
than five buttons), perhaps of the excellent
discourse she was to hear-who knows?
Sunday was bright, frosty day, and
my Mollie looked charming as she came
down stairs ready for church in her rich
silk and new bonnet. She had on a light
cape.
".My DEAR said |, don't you need
something heavier around youi'
"'Oh, no, not to-day, ] think
81 stepped out of the room a moment
brought out my splendid present and threw
it around her shoulders. She looked at it
in dazed way for a moment, then threw
herself into my arms and burst into tears. /
soon kissed them away, and We started to
church.
'sWe walked up TO the head of tine broad
aisle, and it would have done your heart
good to hear her sweet, clear voice as she
! sang that day. When service was over, she
had kind word for everybody, especially