The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-10-26
MARRIED THREE MONTHS.
BY GEORGE L. CLINTON.

BY GEORGE L. CLINTON.
There had been orange-blossoms, and
white satin, and wedding ring; tur-
key, champagne and emotion, and the
newly-breveted Mrs. Arthur Boabdil,
nee Thompson, was stepping into the
carriage in q raveling suit (the love-
liest thing, ashes of roses, even to her
boots, rs she herself said), when Aunt
Baker, one of your women with fearful
ly common-sense views, and natural
ability to make other peoples preserves,
and nurse their children, stepped up to
her.
Goodbye, Amina. When the hon.
ey-moon is over / will come and see
you"
We win give the new-made matron' $
answer in her own words, taking them
from letter of twenty pages, written
to her bosom-friend, Lizzie Waylie:
.Imagine my feelings. darlingl l couldn't
offend Aunt Baker, you know, because what
with mammals nerves, and our wretchtd seam
stress, IL it hadn't been for her, don't know
how my wardrobe eve- would have been nm
isbed; for of course could do nothing-but /
looked my Indignation, and answered in the
words of that dear, delightful Mr.. Rochester,
in "Jane Eyre" Then you will never come
at all. Aunt Baker. for It will shine over our
Aunt Baker smiled that dreadful smile of hers,
as much Is to say: Go on, poor butterfly, till
you scorch your wings Just as If i was q
positively sure that Arthur and couldn't love
each other more than we do, and that there
wasn't any possibility OF change. would
course, you know couldn't do anything, only
say: Good bye, Aunt Baker, as sweetly as
could, and drive away: / wish she hadn't
smiled, though, she has always such an uncom-
Portable way of being always in the right. Her
words have been perfect Mordecais in the gate
OF my palace OF pleasures. They have spoiled
all my enjoyments, and, Lizzie, dear, know
moon will ever waneT"
Miss Lizzie Waylie received this let
ter while Mrs. Boabdil was on her bridal
tour. In the course of time, Mr.. and
Mrs. Boabdil settled themselves in a
cottage short distance up the Hudson,
but bo more treble-stamped envelopes
reached Miss Lizzie, though three
months had elapsed, when Mr.. Boabdil
pushed back his coffee-cup, and looked
severely at poor little Mrs. Boabdil,
shaking behind the urn, at the other
end of the table.
''Amina," he said, with emphasis,
'this cannot last. l have pointed out
to you the fact that our whole future
happiness is at stake. / have repre-
sented to you that trifes are the bridges
from one phase of happiness to another.
l have devoted my time and energies
to the arduous task of forming your
character. We have now been married
three months. and l still find you un-
tractable, unconvinced, obstinate; and
say again, this cannot last"
Mrs. Boabdn dropped her bread and
butter, and raised her handkerchief to
her eyes. Mr.. Boabdil, who was watch
ing her, pushed back his chair and took
stand on the hearthrug, with his back
to the mantel and his hands in his
pockets.
eff only knew how to suit you,"
shifted Mrs. Boabdil.
''Is there anything easier?' he de-
manded, severely. II ask you simply
for rare steak and well-made coffee. 1t
is brought on actually brown, and
find that there are four tablespoonfuls
of coffee used instead of three, as OF.
dered. Four, Mrs. Boabdil, and heaped
at that"
''But this urn that you will use."
''And why not, madam? Am not
master in my own houseP If | choose
to use it, is not that quite sufficient?
Things are getting down to very fine
point, should think"
II do not mean that. only wish to
say"
''Oh! quarrelling are youp Very
well, madam. You know my mind on
that point perfectly. I have always
said that if discussions must arise be-
tween my wife and myself, the sooner
we part the better. You will order
Mary to get out nay trunk, and see that
it is packed by three o'clock this after
noon. Imust have peace, at whatever
cost it is obtained"
As since the first week of their return,
the said trunk had been brought down
regularly from its resting place in the
attic, three times 8 week, bureau draw
ers reNolutionized, pantaloons and era
vats slowed away with an emphasis,
and John ordered to be in readiness to
carry it to the depot at three o'clock,
apparently for the sole purpose OF keep
ing Mrs. Boabdil in Mysteries, and her
pockethandkerchiefi in the wash; as Mr..
Boabdil had never yet spent night
from home, it might have been imagined
that she would receive the announce
ment with tolerable composure; but
whatever energy of purpose or force of
character were destined to develop
themselves in Mrs. Amina Boabdil, nee
Thompson, she was at present only a
little dove-eyed, peach-cheeked, cotton
wool-and-wax sort OF woman, with a
strong tendency to tears and cambria
handkerchiefs-of which latter resource
she immediately availed herself"
Another of your pernicious habits,
madam" commented MIR. Boabdil,
secretly hugging himself with delight at
the effect of his determined measures
'.When will you ever have any firm
ness? How often shall l be obliged to
remind you that the days of your baby
hood are passed, and that you are, or
ought to be, s womanr'
II thought you said / was so cbsti-
nate," whined Amina.
so you are," be returned, reddening
ana spluttering. obstinate as mule,
and-why. how are You, Mrs. Baker.
am very glad to see your
And undoubtedly me was. for he was
sorely puzzled.
Aunt Baker looked at the breakfast
table, the sobbing Amino, and the splut.