The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-07-07

are too convincing. Up TO yesterday
was the happicst man in the universe
went home early. aud on my way stopped
at Mrs Jones my wiie's drcsSmakcr, te
see II her black silk was done.
WhaiY | shrieled
Her black silk you know, said Robinson
i-the one told you about She said al
/ least dozen times that it was 10 the dress.
makers hands gave twenty dollars
! long ago TO pay for It, aud thought d
step in GA my way homo, SO that there
would be no disappointment. That Was
perfectly natural. wasn't II, SMITH
Go on, groaned.
/ went to the dressmakors, rang the
bell; Mrs. Jones came to the door, and she
said that she hai,t seen mp ,e.fef0r sir
months, that she never heard anything
about black silk dress. was stunned,
bewildered. | tried 10 persuade her she
was wrong; she shut the door in my face.
] hurried home, naturally yeaed and in.
dignant My wife came to meet me smil-
ing and fond, Smith-it breaks my heart
to think Of fitM1 asked her about the
black silk, Was it done2 Not quite, she
said Was IT the dressmaker's2 Yes.
AT Mrs Jonos'Y And was il to cost twenty
dollars? Yes; but why are you so troub
led about il?
Because, madam, cried, you have
deceived me; have just stopped at your
dressmaker's She hasn't seen you for six
months.
My wife turned pale. called to her mann
ma, and fell back into Mrs. Pages arms in
a dead faint
Mrs Page then flew into violent RI &c,
and abused me shamefully. She used
language, Smith, that is painful to repeat
She called me sneak and petty tyrant,
q spy and miser. She declared that her
daughter never had q penny that didn't
know when it was coined and how she
spent it; that Annie had no more to do
with her home than Dutch doll, and the
sooner she was ont OF it the better. She
sent my servant for a cab, and before my
wife had fully recovered she took her
away. have paced the floor all night,
Smith. shall never go back to the store
again. Tn n ruined man-~for there's
something behind all this, Smith; my ser.
want told me last night that my wife has
been in the habit lately of seeing gentle
man, of going out with him, and remain
ing couple of hours; ho is stout and
dark, little bald, and wears spectacles.
burst out laughing That's me! |
cried. Look ut me- Robinson. Tn the
man.
Robinson glared at me in a desperate
way. | saw that he was upon the point Of
frenzy, and hastened to tell him all about |
me, and cried like baby.
Ny mother.in-law was right, Smith, he
,ried. ] have been sneak and spy,
md perhaps miser
You meant well, Robinson but it's better
20 let women manage their own affairs.
It's better to mind ones own business
,aid Robinson. I've been a miserable
and deserve to be punished.
Before Heaven, Smith, it was with the
,est intentions.
| know it, Robinson.
But III never do 1t again--never! And
low let's go after my wife e-you and can
Explain to Mrs. Page. don't wonder
he hates me, Smith. Poor little Annie!
What life she has led wonder she re-
mains fond Of me.
Well, can vouch for that, replied,
honestly enough; and persuaded him to
top at home and tidy up bit, get shaved
nd some breakfast.
That servant must go, said Robinson,
avagely.
Let your wife hire the next one, | said.
md just as | imagined, when we reached
tobinson's, there was the dear little wo.
nan waiting for him. He fell on his
nees at her feet and began his protesta- ,
ions. thought it best TO leave them ,
lone together; but how exceedingly lone [
Y and forlorn my bachelor chambers did ,
eem when / reached them :