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

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breyeited Mr Arthur Boabdil, nee ihomP
SON vas stepping into the carriage IN
travelling sui, ihe loyeiicst thing. ashes o'
r~cr. .ssa 10 haE boo.s. IS she herself
said, !. when Aunt Baker. ono oi your NO
men with iearfully common sense views,
and natural ability 10 make other peo
pies preserves. and nurse their children,
stepped mp 10 ber.
Goodbye, Amina. When the honey
moon is over will come and see you
We will give the new-made ms'ron''
answer In her own words. taking them
from . letter Of twenty pages, written "a
her bosom. friend. Lizzie Wsyiie;
Imagine my feelings. darling Icouldni !
offend Aunt Baker. you know, because
what with msmma's nerves, and our
wre,ched seaptress. tit hadn't been for
her, don't know how my wardrobe ever
would have been finished; for Of course
could do nothing but looked my indig.
nation, aud 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
graves. Would you believe 1t Lizzie. darl-
ing? Aunt Baker smiled that dreadful
smile.of hers, as much as to say, Go on,
poor butterfly, till you scorch your wings.
Just as If was child, instead OF mar
ried woman, and wasn't positively sure
that Arthur and / couldn't love each other
more than we do, aud that there wasn't
any possibility ofa change. ] would far
rather she had boxed my ears; but Of
course you know l couldn't do anything
only say; Goodbye. Aunt Baker, as sweet
iy as could, and drive away. i wish she
hadn't smiled, though she has such an un-
comfortable way of being always in the
right. Her words have been perfect Nor
decais in the gate Of my palace Of pleasurea.
They have spoiled all my enjoyments, and
Lizzie, dear, know its all nonsense, but
do you think our honey moon will ever
waneg
Miss Lizzie Waylie received letter
while Mrs. Boabdil was on her bridal tour
In the course Of time, Mr.. and Mrs. Boab-
dill settled themselves in cottage short
distance up the Hudson, but no more tire.
ble.stamped envelopes reached Miss Liz
zie, 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 can
not last. / have pointed ont to you the
fact that our whole future happiness is at
1fktake.- l nave reprSkehcM t6.yossNt
\ Asiass-sre the bridges frop one place. OF
happiness to another. have devoted my
time and energies to the arduous task of
forming your character We have not
been married three months, aud | still find
you untractable, unconvinced, obstinate;
and say again this cannot last.
Mrs BoabdiIdropped her bread and but
ter, and raised her handkerchief to her
eyes. Mr.. Boabdil. who was watching her
pushed back his chair and took stand
on the hearthrug, with his back to the
mantel and his hands in his pockets.
III only knew how to suit, shifted Mrs
Boabdil,
Is there anything easier? he demanded.
severely. ask you simply for rare steak
and well.made coffee. 1t is brought on
actually brown, and find that there are
four spoonfuls Of coffee used instead
or three as / ordered. -Four. Mrs, Boab.
did, and heaped mp at that.
But this urn that you will use.
And why not, Madam? Am / not mas
ter in my own house? II / chose to use 1t,
is not that quite sufficient? Things are
getting down toa very fine point, ! should
think.
do not mean that only wish to
say
Oh! quarreling are you? Very well,
madam You know my mind on that
point perfectly / have always said that
| If discussions must arise between my wife
and myself, the sooner we part the better.
You will order Mary TO get out my trunk,
and see that it is packed by three o'clock
this afternoon l must 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 at
tic, three times week, bureau drawers
revolutionized. pantaloons and cravats
slowed away with an emphasis, and John
ordered TO be in readiness to carry it to
the depot at three o'clock, apparently for
tine sole purpose OF keeping Mrs. Boabdil
in Mysteries, and her pocket hankkerchiefs
| in the wash as Mr.. Boabdil had never yet
spent night from home. it might have
been Imagined that she would receive the
announcement with tolerablc composure;
But whatever energy Of purpose or
force Of character were destined to develop
| themselves iu Mrs. Amina Boabdil nee,
Thompson. she Was at present only little
dove-eyed. peach checked. cottonwood.
and.waY sort Of woman, with a strong ten
dency 10 tears and cambria handkerchiefs
--oi which latter resource she immediate
ly availed herself
Another Of your prenicious habits, mad
am, commented Mr.. Boabdil. secretly
hugging himself with delight at the deter
mined measure. When will yon ever
have any nrmuess. How often will ] be
obliged 70 remind you that the days Of
your babyhood are passed, aud that you
are or ought TO lse, womanf
thought you said ] was so obstinate,
whlned Amina. F&A
So You are. he returned. reddening and
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