The daily gazette., 1882-01-30

the 0ack ground until the violence OF BID
wife'e wrath should have subsidized. o
"And you're no better OF than VIZ
be- ~ sighed Mrs. Page, RiAnclnR sadly
around the room. "Ah.--h | this ID what
comes Of flne ladies tor wivesl''
1t was not exactly logical c0nclu-
sion, but IL seemed to afford wondrous
consolation TO the old woman, who i'm
Inedlately united her bonDet. strings, and
| prepared to smaks herself At h0me.N
"Is this money in the pocket-b00k all
you've got lefl, Charlea?y demanded his
mother, about ten days after their un-
expected arrival.
"Yes, mother.7
"Only I've doIlap; and the rent will
come due Tomorrow, and there's bill
for groceries enough to make ones hair
stand on eHd~-Rnd as for milk, don't
see how men can sleep at night who
charge ten cents quart for milk that's
half water. And nobody knows how
much the DOCTORS bill 10 going to land
Bridget5 wages--but I'll discharge her
tomorrow morning. II your wife can't
do the houseWork Of these few rooms,
can"
Charles Page closed his eyes wearily,
and pressed his hand upon his threb-
bing temples. 1t was not the best
course Of treatment for q fevertsh pas
tient, this enumeration Of domestic
troubles; but old Mrs Page had never
been i'll herself, and consequently
made little allowance for the weak
and worn-out state of her son.
don't know what Laura's doing
up in her r0om," said the old lady.
"she had great deal better buy .
wash-tub and bar Of yellow soap,
and do the faulty washing instead OF
putting 1t out, and spending he, time
writing poetry
Laura has been the most tender and
and devoted Of nurses TO me, and /
will listen to no aspersions of her con-
duct, interrupted Charles Page, in
dIgnantly.
Mrs. Page screwed her lips tightly
together, as she turned the solitary
note over and over, but she yentured
on no more derogatory remarks down
stairs.
Creeping like q veritable pussy-cat
up the staircase, abe entered her
daughter-in.law's apartment with
the stealthy movement peculiar to that
quadraped,
Painting, sh, Mrs. Charles? Let
me tell you think it ia your duty TO
attend q little more to the housework
and less to your fne amusements up
here. Do you see this notet it's all
we've got left in the house, and If you
think it's going to support you in your
idleness you arc mistaken
els Charles alone, mothaIq"
"Yes, he Is alone; but as ! was say
ing"
81 think we had better join him"
Old Mrs. Page hobbled down after
Laura's graceful movements, grumbu
ling as she went.
"Laura," said her husband, with q
troubled face, ''mothsr tells me that
our funds are getting low"
"0nly FIVE dollar bill left" said
the old lady, clutching it greedily, as
if fearful that it would take wings
unto itself and vanish into thin air.
"And" resumed her son, what are
we to dop'
"Might as we'll ask the advice of the
biggest wax dol IN the shop around
the corner" grumbled Mrs. Page,
soto Uoce.
s'See, Charles"
| Laura bal opened her little portemon
naie, aud was showerinR iti contents oil
the bod, close TO Charles hand
my gracious me |" calculated the oil,
lady, "where did all these bills com
from 2"
Zone hundred dollarsl MY desres
wife, how did you get this ?"
Laura's cheek flushed high with prid
and qualification.
"My little picture Of Spring In th
Wilderness was sold this mor0inp
Charles; and have orders for two NOR
at The same price !"
"a hundred dollars for irnmpsr
picture |" gasped Mrs. Page, senior, un
der her breath, yet looking at LauT
now with Difference and admiraLio
dawning in her face. The woman VII,
eoull earn hundred dollars by week
work was not TO be despised.
Charles Pages eyes hllsd with tears
he pressed his lips lovingly to tn
hand whose whteness Mrs, Page ba .
despised.
"My dear little wife my helpmate In
deed he mnrmured, softly.
You must not wear that serious fac
any longer, Uhaflas," she said, hidin
the depth of her emotion by an assume
, playfulness. eve shall have plenty q
money now to last US all unttl you &c
well, and mother"--she spoke 1t with .
effort-"shall lay 1t out for as altar to
most economical fa hton |"
But, to L1ura's a,tonishment, the oil
lady jumped up, and threw her ara
around her neck with curious hyster
cal sob.
"Laura, I've been wrong all th
tlme-pve BEEN o0ncelted, obstinat
old fool"
"Mothei r.
"I have-and there's no use making
secret of 1t ! I've seorned and despise
you, aud been as ugl, a. Cain to yol
, and now"
, "Now we will forget |. all and bsgi
, anew, mother" said Laura, soothin
: the old woman's agitation with tends
kiss,
1t was not until Mrs. Page the eld'
1 had had her At Ataention called to the PR
. | emincnt necessity of an ap 1e-puddiI
I for dinner, that she left of repr oachiI
, herself ald crying on Laura's shonlie
: "Fer have been such az old WiIC
of Endor to you," she rem arked, mo
trnthfuily, as she went into the klt0he
And Charles Page, smiling up In
: wife's fase as the door closed, said:
"You have conquered her, Laurap'
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: rITTsRoRD, Mas, Sept. %, 1873.
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