The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1881-05-11

Mrs. Winsome and I have been ouI
shopping all day; and, oh. George, ]
have bought tue most lovely new sill
dress, hat, and cloak, and ribbons
and laces!
But, my dear, where did you gel
the money from?
Why, 1 told them to send the bill
in to you-tbat is the way Mrs. Win
some does. They are all in the latest
style, too-so superb*
Dash that woman! thought Mr.
Marshall; and turned upon his heel,
not in the best temper possible.
Minnie did not look rs neat and
tidy as sue used to4do; butt after
dinner, she went up to dress, and
when he asked her why she dressed
then, sue said: AS we. are not going
ont this evening 1 thought I would
get Mr.. and Mrs. Xiinsome to come,
it is so dull aud stupid alone; any
thing to kill time, you know.
This was too mucl-tbey had not
spent a quiet evening together for SO
long, that he would haye given tue
world for u fewsof those hours when
she sat upon Ter little stool at his
feet, and laid her head upon his knee.
Alas! could this be his Minnie? So
cLauged.-he sighed at the thought.
Tie next morning lie put on a
clean shirt, and found there WAS no
button on the neck; he took another,
and there was Il of the wrist.
Why, my dear, how is this? Thez
are no buttons on my shirts; it is the
first time such a thing hrs happened
since our marriage.
There, now, George, do not be un-
reasonable; I cant do everything: l
have no time to see to your shirts. I
shall be obliged to have a seamstress
to help me.
When our hero went to the drawer
for q pair Of socks he found abont
half a dozen pairs with large holes in
them. Almost ezasperated, he e1-
cluimed, Really, Minnie, this is going
a little toe ar!CFkese xas a time
when you were not above mending
my clothes; then yon thought it a
pleasure.
Yes, that was when'1 was foolish.
Mrs. Winsome never mends her hus-
bands clothes; she says it is not a
wiie's place.
wish you would never mention
that wolran's lame i'll my presence.
I hate and despise her? And George
Marshall ground his teeth in rage.
Times have changed. You Mere
once one Of the loudest in hsr praise.
For heavens sake dq1t remind me
Of the time when I yaz a fool.
And don't you remember when you
wished I was like1,er? I think I've
been a very spt scholar, George
don't you?
A little too apt to please me.
And with something like an oath
George Marshall left the room. Min.
ME buried her head under the bed
clothes to keep from laughing.
Marshall did not feel very happy
all that day; he could not help thiuk-
ing of the great change in his wife,
and he felt lie had himself to thank
for it. When she had been as good
end af~ectionate as it was possible to
he, he had not appreciated her-in
fact, had only found fault. Now lie
would have given the world for ON
of those loving kisses and fond Ca
resses which at one time she lavished
upon him; now she never condo
scendcd to give him one.
He returned in the evening weary
and low-spirited. He longed for her
sympathy, for a quiet evening with
her; and he made up his mind he
would remain at home and enjoy one,
for the first time since that fatal quar-
rel; but, alas! the first words that
greeted his ears were: Oh, George,
we shall not be obliged to NOPE home
this evening, after all; for I have
bought two tickets to Il concert.
Poor fellow! be was 30 dissipated
he could not answer.
You do not seem over-pleased
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