The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-05-26

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JOHNS WIFE.
Whatever possessed brother John to
20 up to tho oity and marry that little
yollow.hAired, blue.oyed bit OF n school
girl, when ho could havo Just had his
pick OF girls nearer home, was somc-
thing never could understand. There
was Ida Handscombe, just dead In
love with him, rs ANYBODY could see,
and the best bread-maker In tho whole
country, besides taking prises ut tho
ever 20 much better looking, too, than
Myra. No yellow bangs over her eyes;
she Just combed her hair back on her
face and did It up In hard knot that
staid. She scnt John q birthday cake,
and knit him u comforter, and every
body thought It would be match, but
John said he didn't like her eyes; they
were handsome eyes. to my idea, and
could look YOU through and through,
they were that clear and bright; but
did you ever know a man to take ad-
viceP "Marry that ferret" said John,
land never have any peace of my life;
well,I guess notw and with that of
he goes to town and telegraphs back,
"expect me and my WIFE," Dear!
such q shock as 1t gave me, and our
spring cleaning not done. and the
minister coming to board with us while
his wife went homo on q visit-it was a
trial, you may be sure!
And when she did come, II was moro
like having wax doll in the way than
anything else, with her big. wondering
eyes, and childish ways and silly ques-
tions, and hanging on Johns arm, and
leaning over Johns chair. with two little
insignificant feet in the rung at the back,
and her clothes! Such fallaIs, just like a
dolls rigging. and I just set my foot
down that II she was to live with US, she
must conform to our ways. hadn't
been forty years in this world for
nothing. II she wanted to wear fine,
white laces and ruffied aprons, she had
to wash and iron them herself. !
wouldn't be her slave. And such silly
questions asshe asked, they just made
me sicki
"Were there any dear little yellow
chicksP'
Dear little yellow chicks, indcedl
they were dear enough, before we
raised them and got their heads of, and
had them ready for market and il that
silly child didn't sit down and cry be-
cause they were killed; said she had
named every ono of them and watched
them grow up. And she our Johns s
wife! bah!
Then she did the silliest thing of all;
went and bought book called, "What
Know About Farming" and used to
sit out under tree, studying by the
hour. and one night when she went
down to the bars to meet John heard
|. her ask:
"John! why don't you get washing
machine, and wringer, and save your
own flesh and blood. Look at the blis-
ters on my hands!'
And the next thing it was the talk OF
the neighborhood that we Elliots. who
had set our faces against modern i'm
provements, had given out before that
little pale-faced thing, and not only got
. wringer and washer in our kitchen,
but several hundred dollars worth ol
farm machinery at work. John said he
could afford 1t. lut l spoke my mind
and told her what thought of it after
kind OF frightened, and pretended she
was going to cry, and then she spoke
up quick like and said:
"Sister Janet, it's triumph of mind
over matter. You can wash now, aud
not be all tired out, and sick and nerv.
Gus, and land John can afford it.'
Perhaps il had known that she had
raid for it all. and it hadn't cost John
q cent, might have been more forgiv.
ing, but just Strengthened up and said
Mrs Elliot, you may 90 on and ru q
your husband with your board ng school
ideas, but as for me I'll never touch the
things. L can work. thank goodness,
while I've got my health. WASN'T
brought up in idlcness."
She never took 1t to heart a bit; the
next thing knew she was at q little
parlor organ she had. singing and play.
ing as II that was all there was in life
And that silly old minister men
never do have bit Of sense, but you
expect more of preacher of the Cos.
pel-but he just sat and talked to hei
IS II she was q companion for him, and
they walked about the fields, and staid
down where John was working, and al
around 'em souls a perishing FOR wani
of the bread Of life; such q sinful waste
of time never saw!
"Janet, do you love the hillsp" she
asked one day when was securing the
knives outside the door. She had Of
fercd to do them for me, but law, hel
white hands were not tit for anything
so useful.
"Love the hills! Well, I'd like te
know what there Is to love about them
guess IL you climbed them spell you
wouldn't love 'em much"
They're so high and grand" she
said, looking up at them; "they seen
so near the cool, far OF Heaven! / love
to climb to the top and drink in the
sweet, fresh air; it does me good here
here"
She laid her hand on her heart, and
stood looking of with strange e1'
preston on her face, and thought may.
be she was homesick, and told her to &C
In and cut some carpet rags, and sew
'em together, and, would you believe it,
she up and refused.
"Nor she said. al cannot cut any
cappet-rags. hate them!
never saw her SO excited before.
"A fine time you have" was all the
answer made her; but never felt sc
insulted in all my life.
For a week or two didn't see much
of her; she was either out with John,
"sketching," rs she called it, dabblinS
away at some bits of paste board with
Q lead pencil; or up in her room, where
never won't She came down. sing