The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1884-10-04
SHE CURED HIM.

>e-~ -~----.
SHE CURED HIM.
"You are never going to marry Philo
Mayburner'
It was a bright bay-windowed room
with aruby fire sparkling in the CRATE,
and table, well laden with work,
drawn up beside its shine. And the
prettiest, freshest, most attractive thing
to look at in the whole scene was the
Widow Glenn herself, stitching indus
triausly away at strip of cambria ruff
fling.
She was tall and well proportional,
with hair like brown satin flax, blue
eyes and complexion all pink and
white, with the crimson bloom glowing
beneath the transparent skin in mani
mar that all the cosmetics ON earth
might strive vainly to stimulate; q
woman it did ones heart good to look
at in these days of artificial falsity!
Perhaps she might have been thirty,
but she did not look more than twenty
five; for Time, gruff old non-comprom-
User that he is, had dealt very gently
with Josie Glenn.
"Why shouldn't I marry Philo May
burneP' she asked quietly. as she bit
off the end of her thread with teeth
white and even as pearls.
Mrs. Jonesbury groaned and gasped!
Hes handsome, isn't heP" asked
the widow
II hain't nothin' to say agin' his
looks" croaked Mrs. Jonesbury.
.And his principles and character
are beyond reproachp'
Nobody denies it that 1 knows of"
unwillingly assented the elder matron.
"He's certainly we'll OFF, went on
Mrs. Glenn.
Eyes, he's rich, s'pose, but"
.'But whatP''
"His temper, Josephine, his temper,
if you must have it!'' jerked out Mrs.
Jonesbury. He's as ugly as Cain and
las fault-fndin' as old Pharaoh in the
land O. Egypt; and all the world knows
that he jist fretted his first wife into the
gravel"
He won't fret me into the grave"
said Josie, sewing diligently on.
''How be you gwine to help your
selfp" asked Mrs Jonesbury, with
very evident incredulity.
so, have ways and meansr'
"But, Josie, you don't really love
him?'
Eyes, do!''
with his temperP"
I'm spite of his temper, Mrs. Jones'
bury. Isee and esteem the good which
lies unreclaimed beneath that upper
stratum of acerbity. Keep down the
weeds and the flowers will grow in al
most any nature"
''It's dreadful easy talkin', " saidMrs.
Jonesbury, with a dubious shake of her
head. "But We don't know what it is,
Josephine Glenn, to be tied for life to a
man that's forever grumblin' about
nothin'!'
There it is" said Josie. with blue
sparkle beneath her long brown eye
lashes. II mean to give him some
thing to grumble about!''
81 don't understand your
s'Don't you? Nevertheless"
But at that instant a bevy of visitors
was ushered into the apartment, and
Mrs. Jonesbury was forced to take her
departure unenlightened as to the
Widow Glenn's matrimonial policy.
So Philo Mayburne put wedding
ring. on Josie Glenn's pretty plump fin
ger and surrendered himself legally in
to the keeping of that blue-eyed dame,
little rocking Of the ordeal in store for
him.
"Mrs. Mayburne!''.
Eyes, Philo."
1t was one evening during their first
week at home, after the varied changes
OF the wedding tour, and the newly
made husband was stalking up and
down the floor, with his hands in his
pockets, deepening wrinkle between
his brows.
"It's one minute after six o'clockr'
81 see it is, said Josie, glancing up
at the time-piece. ~ i-
'"And dinner isn't ready. Is this
your idea of punctualityp"
The wife made no answer.
1.-The fire sulking again. I do wish
our servants would ever pay any at
tention to the fire."
"Mrs. Mayburne!'' calculated the
husband
"Well, my dearp' cooed Josie.
'ssWhy don't you answer mep"
9A"What shall I sayp" sis' esG9
Anything, Mrs. Mayburne."
"Well, then, permit me to observe
that l am very much interested in the
book | am reading"
Philo's brow grew dark: but he was
stopped from further comment by the
ringing Of the dinner bell.
"Oyster soup burned again." he
growled. letting his spoon drop into the
dish with splash.
II think it is very nice,n said Josie
'sAnd the beef roasted, when / told
cook especially to have it boiled.n
Dear mey' said Mrs. Mayburne,
''where is the differencep''
Difference, ma'am = difference!''
barked: Philo. enough difference tc
spoil my dinner, that's ALL
And pushing back his chair, he
strod6aWAy from the table,. -
Mrs. Mayburne stayed to finish hel
meal and then .sssuntered into the
parlor, where herspouse sat glazing q,
the fire.
Where arg my slippers, Mrs. May
burner
ION the rug, close.to your feet, my
dear"
II don't want the slippers with thu
fox's head on, want the slippers with
the rosebpda and leaves. It's very
strange . man can't take any comfor1
n his own house,
Josie rang the bell and ord ere{