The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-10-26

Poor. little Mrs. Boabdl hastily wiped
her eyes, and came forward, trying to
smile.
Dear Aunt Baker, am so glad to
see YOU. I have such shocking head
ache, and l am such silly, nervous
creature, was crying about it,
"Amina," exclaimed her husband in
his deepest bassi when will you ever
be truthful? Ny wife has no headache
at all, Mrs. Baker. The plain truth of
the matter is, I am forming her charac-
ter, and she takes it very hard, and re-
sents my efforts as actual injuries. 1t
is in vain for me to s,y to her, .Amina,
you are perfect child, you know you
are. You have always been petted and
spoiled, and need the guidance of a
strong will and great common sense to
make woman of you She is deaf to
all my arguments, and treats me to this
sort of scene every time l open my
mouth; so that were not my duty
superior to all other considerations with
me, should give up in despair. -
'And YOU are sure you are pursuing
the best method?' asked Aunt Baker,
quietly.
..Sure? Positive ma'am Only way
in the world-only way in the world,
ma'am Be perfect child all her life,
if I don't. Good morning, ma am.
Amina, be sure that trunk is ready, pre-
cisely at three"
Amina sank down on foctstool and
buried herself again in the depths Of her
handkerchief. Aunt Baker waited till,
from the window, she had seen Mr..
Roabdil quite out of the gate. Then
she seated herself beside her neice and
drew the pretty little auburn head down
in her lap.
"Now, you little goose, what is it all
abouts and what has become of the
honeymoon that was to shine over your
gravesP"
.'Oh! don't, please don't, Aunt Ba-
ker," shifted Amina. "There is no
honeymoon at all, and it's perfectly
dreadful, and it gets worse all the time.
He will go away this time; 1 know he
will. / never have seen him so dread
fully In earnest before, and / shall die
if he doesr'
"No you wont't," returned Aunt Ba-
ker; ''you are worth twenty dead wo-
men yet. But why is Mr.. Boabdil
going awayp"
"Oh! everything goes wrong; and I'm
such silly, foolish thing, can't help
it; and he likes his steak just so; and
the cook says there must some of it be
done; and he hates weak coffee, and
three table-spoonfuls isn't enough for
that dreadful urn, and he won't allow
four. And then you see, Aunt Baker,
this is dear little place, with lawn in
front, and creepers, and vines, and
things, but the rooms are so small you
can't turn round in them; and though
the kitchen is as romantic as can be,
and looks out in an arbor on the top OF
rocks, the cook isn't satisfied and is all
the time giving warning; and Arthur
isn't half as kind and attentive as be
used to be. You know how he used to
be at parties-why, he never ate thing
himself, he was so busy helping me;
and only two DAYS after we were mar
ried, there was q plate of chicken-salad
right in front of him; and / had to ask
him for it three times before he helped
me, though he knows that is my weak
ness. But / bore it in silence. and
wasn't going to tell it, even to Lizzie,
because know it is womap'S duty to
suffer, and there are some griefs that
are sacred. But wasn't it hard?"
Dreadful" returned Aunt Baker,
gravely.
And then went on Amina, warming
He wouldn't even let me write te
Lizzie, but took away my pens and pa
per; and he says a married woman
oughn't to have friendships; and that the
less you have to do with anybody thai
you ever knew or liked before marriage
the better; because. he says, "a woman
must leave father and mother, ano
cleave to her husband Is it so in
your Bible, Aunt Baker? / can't fine
it in mine"
1--WE will look for it by-and-by," said
Aunt Baker, with difficulty preserving
her gravity. '.But is this allr'
''All? oh! dear, no! / was so silly
cried when he scolded; and then ht
said was child and didn't manage
the house rightly; and he goes into al
the closets and finds such dreadful things
! and he says l am SO extravagant l am
running him; and that he has made ur
his mind not to try to live with wo
man who can't make him happy; ant
he has had his trunk packed, oh! 81
many times; and / have had to CRY anC
go down on my knees to keep him
But never saw him so determined al
he is now; and I'm sure he will go this
time-and o, Aunt Baker, what Shall
do?'
Burn all your handkerchiefs, o.
make VOW not to use them for the
next six MONTHS" returned Aunt Baker
with sudden energy. ''Be blind, dumb
deaf; do anything but cry. Your hus
band wished you to be woman; prove
that you are one by listening to his ridi
culous and unjust accusations in un
moved silence"
'.Aunt Bakerr'
Eyes, say ridiculous and unjust
Mrs. Boabdil. This man comes anC
takes = little silly thing. just out O
school, with neither sense nor experience
and expects her at once to assume ths
responsibilities of a woman-to have
more tact, discretion and patience thar
himself, to forget without an effort al
the ties of her girl life, and to bear will
his whims with the equanimity of 8
woman who had learned to desbise them
Because you can't do all this be storms
and packs up his trunk. and you-deal
little fool that you are-cry!. declare,
lose all patience when l think of it,
and would like to take you both and
whip you soundly."
But. Aunt Baker, what in the world
can l do?''
'.Do you really want to knowp"
"Why, of course do"
s'And will you try it if I tell you a
method to cure your husband of pack
ing his trunk three times week"
"Yes"
"Well, then, pack it for him"
''Aunt Bakerr'
go up stairs and pack it for him.
Put in the coat and pantaloons first.
Don't leave out so much as a cravat be-
longing to him. Strap it up and have
it ready for him by three O'clock said
Aunt Baker deliberately.
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