Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-01-12

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Why, L thought you were going to
the low grounds, Jonce," called his
wife.
eyes," answered Jonce, shut,
Nicely, you see you was mistakened.
| Jonce Trammell had never, during
any of his drinking frolics, staid from
home at night. But now it seemed as
if he was destined to illustrate the truth
of old Mr.. Spivey's saying about the
making up for lost time in such cases.
The grief of his wife was extreme, as
| alternately she sat up and walked
the floor the night long. When
the morning came, she adjusted
her hair, redressed herself, and
| tried to look bright before her husband.
But no Jonce, neither to breakfast nor
at dinner-time. She knew he was at
Fann's, for old Mr.. Spivey had told her
so the evening before, and he had told
her further that in answer to his request
to Jonce to come on home with him,
Jonce had refused peremptorily, and
said he did not know when he would.
"Jonce were mad, Nicely; but he
were drunker'n mad. 1 hope he'll git
over it by mornin', and come on home.
Don't be Uneasy. Jim Fam IL give
him a bed.''
The old man was uncle to Jonce. Rid
ing from his own home, half mile fur
Their down the road, about two o'clock
in the afternoon, he came up to Jonce's
house, and was surprised and distressed
that Jonee yet fingered in town.
'Time SIGH as that were put a stop to
in some ways Or some ways else. I'm
a-goin' in to Fann's, Nicely. Eff 1 amt
back in two hours, you better come
yourself. faint worth while to be
mealy-mouthin' bout Jonce no longer"
He rode ON into town. The old gen.
tleman never had been to the grocery
except on such or similar business, for
though he habtually took his one sweet
ened draw day, always, as he express
ed it, ssof mornin' like" few held
drunkenness in deeper disgust.
Jonce, though not deeply intoxicated,
yet was in sad plight. In answer to the
old mans entreaties to return home, he
went many times over the case of his
wife, the judgment of the doctor, his
own repeated demonstration, and dwelt
on the piteousness of how it was going
to be when she, in spite even of her SOL
emn pledge-such. was the uncontrolla-
bility of her passion for the loom--should
succeed in numbering herself in secret.
His uncle, smothering his wrath, pitied
Jonce-oh, very sweetly-but could not
get Jonce's mind upon the subject of a
return to his home; Jonce continued to
harp upon his misfortune in thus losing
the best of wives. In the midst of these
pathetics, Mrs. Trammell, leading her
little son Tommy, entered the room.
The presence of such fine woman
made the door place seem suddenly and
unendurably disgusting to the men who
were therein, and they SUNK out of it;
even Fam himself crept into his back
room.
When Jonce saw his wife, at first he
thought he must be in a dream.
"Jonce," she said, trembling, 81 and
Tommy have come for you"
Her eyes were red with unrest and
weeping; but they exhibited no anger,
or other passion than affection and sor-
row.
81 know you are ashamed of me,
Jonce, for coming into this place. But
[ could not live at home without you.
Oh, my husband, [ wish 1 had called
you back yesterday. l started to do it,
but thought may be you might not like
it to find out that knew you had been
watching me. If had, I don't think
you'd have left me as you did, because
could have explained everything Not
that blame you, my dearest Jonce, for
watching me. That was my husbands
right
Old Mr.. Spivev, famous peace-maker
though he was, came near pouring forth |
an indignant dissent from this PROPOSE
ton. But fastening his jaws together,
he looked with hypocritical fondness
upon Jonce, who bowed his head with
shame.
Poor Jonce! poor fellow" said Mr..
Spivey, compassionating Jonce, it was
not clear for what.
"When 1 agreed with you, Jonce, not |