The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1882-11-17
MARRIED THREE N T
BY GEORGE l.. CLINTON.

Il. X. Munkittrick.
MARRIED THREE MONTHS.
BY GEORGE l.. CLINTON.
There had been orange-blossoms, and
white satin. and Il wedding ring; tur-
key, champagne and emotion, and the
newly-breveted Mrs. Arthur Boabdil,
nee Thompson, was stepping into the
carriage in a travelling suit (the love-
Hest thing. ashes of roses, even to her
boots, rs she herself said). when Aunt
Baker. n of your women with fearful
ly ~cOmmon-sense views, and n natural
ability To make other peoples preserves,
and nurse their children, stepped up to
her.
Goodbye, Amina. When the hon
ey-moon is over l will come and see
you"
We will give the new-made matron's
answer in her own words. taking them
from Il letter of twenty pages, written
To her bosom-friend, Lizzie Waylie:
"Imagine my feelings. darling! | couldn't
offend Aunt Baker, you know, because what
with mammals nerves, and our wretchtd seam
stress. if it hadn't been for her, ! don't know
ntH lily NitTlTtDc tttTW tbul Ldte DetIl HE-
ished; for of course ! could do nothing-but |
looked my Indignation, and answered in the
words of that dear, delightful Mr.. Rochester,
In "Janc Eyre" Then you will never come
at ali. Aunt Baker. for il will shine over our
graves Would you believe it, Lizzie, darling?
Aunt Baker smiled that dreadful smile of hers,
you s,orciI your wings Just as il | was a
Child. instead of n married woman, and wasn't
positively sure that Arthur and ! couldn't love
each other more than we do, and that there
wasn't any possibility of a change. i would
far rather she had boxed my ears; but, of
course, you know | couldn't do anything, only
say: Good bye, Aunt Baker, rs sweetly as i
could. and drive away. l wish she hadn't
smiled, though, ne has always such an uncOm-
Portable way of being always in the right. Her
words have been perfect Mordecais i'm the gate
of my pa.ace of pleasures. They have spoiled
all my enjoymcnts, and, Lizzie, dear, l know
its all nonsense, but do you think our honey
moon VIII ever wineE'
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 q
cottage n short distance up the Hudson,
but no more treble-stamped envelopes
reached Miss Lizzie, though three
months had elapsed. when Mr.. Boabdil
pushed back his coiice-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 | have pointed out
to YOU the fact that our whole future
happiness is at stake. / have repre-
sented to you that trifles arevthe bridges
from n 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 | still find you I'M
tractable, unconvinced, Obstinate; and
/ say again, this cannot last"
Mrs. Boabdil dropped her bread and
butter, and raised her handkerchief to
her eyes. MIR. BOabdil, who was watch
ing her, pushed back his chair and took
a stand on the hearthrug, with his back
to the mantel and his hands in his
pockets.
aft ! only knew how to suit you,n
SMILED Mrs. Boabdil.
'.Is there anything easier?" he de-
mandcd, severely. Il ask you simply
for rare steak and wcll-made coffee. 1t
is brought on actually brown, and j
find that there are four ta~blespoonfuls
of coffee used instead of three, as l or
dered. -Four, Mrs. Boabdil, and heaped
at that"
..But this urn that you will use"
..And why not, madam? Am l not
master i'm my own housed If / choose
to use it, is not that quite sufficient?
Things are getting down to a very fine
point, / should think"
Il do not mean that. only wish to
say"
..Oh! qluarrelling are you? Very
well, madam. You know my mind on
| that point perfectly. l have always
; said that if discussions must arise be-
tween my wife and myself, the sooner
we p..rt the better. You will order
! Mary to get out my trunk, and see that
it is packed by three o'clock this after
noon. Unjust have peace, at whatever
| cost il 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 a week, bureau draw
ers revolutionized, p~antaloons and era
watts slowed away with an emphasis,
and John ordered to be in readiness to
carry it 10 the depot at three O'Clock,
| apparently for the sole purpose OF keep
| ing Mrs. Boabdil in Mysteries. and her
| pockethandEerchief in tho wash; as Mr..
I Boabdil had never yet spent a night
from home, it might have been imagined
| that she would receive the
| ment with tolerable composure; but
kwhatever energy Of purpose or force OF
| character were destined to develop
themselves i'm Mrs. Amina Boabdil, nee
Thomson, she was at present only a
! little dove-eyed, peach-cheeked. cotton
| wool-and-wax sort OF woman, with q
| strong tendency to tears and cambria
| handkerchiefs-of which latter resource
| she Immediately availed herself"
..Another of your pcrnicious habits,
madam commented Mr.. Boabdil,
secretly hugging himself with delight at
the effect of his determined measures.
..When will you ever have any firm
nessp 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. a wOman!'
II thought you said l was so obsti-
nate" whined Amina.
$50 YOU are" he returned, reddening
and spluttering. obstinate as q mule,
! and-why, how are you, Mrs. Baker. l
am very glad to see YOU"
AND unuOuOteuly ne WIS., lolho was
sorely puzzled.
Aunt Baker looked at the breakfast
table, the sobbing Amina, and the splut-
tering Boabdil, in evident establishment
Poor. little Mrs. Boabdil hastily wiped
her ewes, and came forward, trying to
4 smile.
dear Aunt Baker, l am so glad to
see YOU. j have such a shocking head
ache, and l am such a silly, nervous
creature, / was crying about it."
"Amina,1 exclaimed her husband in
his deepest bass! when will you eve
be truthful My wife has no headache
at all, Mrs. Baker. The plain truth OF
the matter is, l am forming her charac.
ter, and she takes it very hard, and re.
sents nv efforts as actual injuries. i
is in vain for me to say TO her. Gamma,
rnu v n ~narfact child Won know yOu