The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-11-30

Poor. little MrsL Bcabdil hastily wipsd
her eycs. and came forward. trying 4
smile
Dear Aunt Baker. ! am 10 glad 70 se
you. have such . shocking headache
and am such silly nervous creature,
was crying abon, H.
Amina. exclaimed her husband in th,
deepest bass When will you ever b,
truthful Ny wife has no headache at all
Mrs. Baker The plain truth Of the mat
Ter "a. ! am forming hcr.charact~r, and she
takes the matter very hard, and resent'
my efforts as actual injuries. II is vair
icr me TO say.o her, Amina. ycs'are per,
fec, child. you know you are. You have
alsays Leon petted and spoiled, aud nsed
the guidance of q strong will and grcs'
common sense 70 make woman OF you
She is deafto oil ny arguments, and
treats me TO this sort Of scene very time
open my mouth; so that were rot my duty
supsEior ~ Ill psl,es eoasiis sAtions with
me. ] should give up in despair
And you are sure you are pursuing the
best method2 asked Aunt Baker quietly.
Sure? Positive ma'am. Only way in
the werld, ma'am. Be . perfect child all
her life, il don't. Good morning, ma.
am. Amina. be sure that my trunk is
ready. precisely at three.
Amina sank down ON a footstool and
bnried herself again in the depths Of her
handkerchief, Aunt Baker waited till,
from the window, she hal seen Mr.. Boab-
dill quite ont the gate. Then she seated
herself beside her niece and drew the
pretty little auburn head down in her lap.
Now, you little goose, what is it all
about, and what has become OF the honey.
moon that was 10 shine over your graves?
OH don't please don't Aunt Baker, sniff.
ed Amina. There is no honeymoon, at all /,
and it's perfectly dreadful, and it gets
worse all tte time He will go away this
time; l know he will. never have seen
him so dreadiully in earnest before, and I
shall die il be doesl
No you won't, returned Aant Baker; you
ale worth twenty dead womsp yet But
why is Mr.. Boabdil going swayr
OH everything goes wrong; nd I'm
such silly, foolish thing, can't help it;
and he likes his steak just so; and the SApk
says there must some Of it be done; anfe
hates weak coffee, and three tablespoont,
fuls 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 80
small you cant turn round in them; and
though the kitchen'is. as romantic as can
be, and looks ont in an asbor 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 ss he nsed to be.
You know how he used to be at parties -
why, be. neyer ste.a thing himself. he was
SO busy helping me; and only two days af-
ter we were married. there was plate OF
right IN front OF him; and /
had to ask him for it three times before lie
helped me, though he knows that is my
weakness. But / bore it in silence, and
wasn't going to tell it, even to Lizzie, be-
cause 1t isa woman's duty to suffer. and
there are some griefs that are sacred. But
wasn't il hard?
Dreadful, returned Aunt Baker gravely.
And then went on Amina. warming:
He wouldn't even let me write to Liz
zie, but took away my pens and paper,
and says married woman oughtn't to have
to. do with lanybody they ever
knew or liked before marriage the better;
because. he says. q woman must leave
father and mother. and cleave to her hus'
band II is so in your Bible, Aunt Baker?
! can't find it in mine
We will look for it by and by, said Aunt
Baker, with difficulty preserving her grav-
ity. But is this all?
All? Oh? dear, mol was so silly
cried when he scolded; and didn't manage
the house rightly and he goes into all the
closets and finds such dreadful things; and
he says am 30 extravagant am ruin
ing him. and then he has made up his
mind not live with a woman who can't
make him happy; and he has had his
trunk packed, OIL SO many times; and |
have had to cry and go down on my knees
to keep him. But ! never saw him so de.
as he is now; and I'm sure he
will go this time and o, Aunt Baker what
shall do?
Burn all your hanlkerchiefs, or make n
vow not to use them fSr the next six
retuned Aunt BSker, with energy.
BE blind, dumb, deaf; do anything but
cry. Your husband wished you TO be a
prove that you are one by listen
ing to his ridiculous and unjust accusa-
tions in unmoved silence.
Aunt Baker
Yes. l say ridiculous and unjust, Mrs.
Boabdil. This man comes and takes lit.
tie silly thing. just out Of school. with
neither sense or experience, and expects
her at once to assume the responsibilities
of woman--to have more tact. discretion
and patience than himself to forget with
ont an effort all the ties Of her girl life,
aud TO bear with his whims with the equs.
nimity OF woman who had learned TO do
spse them. Because you can't do all this
he storms and packs up his trunk and you
dear little fool that you are--cry? de
clare, lose all my patience when / think
Of it, and l would like TO take you both
and whip you soundly.
But, Aunt Baker, what in the world can
das