St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1884-11-08
SHE CURED HIN.

MAY DuTHe-
It was a bright bay-windowed room
with ruby fire sparkling in the CRATE.
and table, well laden with work.
drawn up beside its shine. And the
prettiest, freshest, most attractive thing
to Hook 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 proportioned,
with hair like brown satin flax. blue
eyes and complexion all pink and
white, with tie crimson bloom glowing
beneath the transparent skin in man.
mar that all the cosmetics on earth
might strive vainly to stimulate; a
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 noncomprom-
iser that he is, had dealt very gently
with Josie Glenn.
"Why shouldn't marry Philo May
-burne?" 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 he?" asked
the widow.
..I hain't nothin' to say agin' his
looks" croaked Mrs. Jonesbury.
'.And his principles and character
are beyond reproach?'
"Nobody denies it that knows Of"
unwillingly assented the elder matron.
Hes certainly well off, went on
Mrs. Glenn.
"Yes, he's rich, l s'pose, but"
''But what?'
''His temper, Josephine, his temper.
If you must have itr' jerked out Mrs.
Jonesbury. Hes as ugly as Cain and
as fault-indin' as old Pharoah in the
land o. Egypt; and all the world knows
that he jist fretted his first wife into the
graye.''
..He won't fret me into the grave"
said Josie, sewing diligently on.
''How be you gwine to help your
seif??" asked Mrs. .Jonesbury, with
very evident incredulity.
go, have wavs and meansr'
"But, Josie, you don't really love
him?''
..Yes. l dor'
"With his temper?''
''In spite of his temper, Mrs. Jones'
bury. see and esteem the good which
lies unreclaimed beneath that upper
stratum of ace.oity. Keep down the
weeds and the flowers will grow in al
most any nature P"
''It's dreadful easy talkin', saidMrs.
Jonesbury. with dubious shake of her
head. ''But We don't know what it is,
Josephine Glenn, to be tied for life to
man that's forever grumblin' about
nothin'"
..There it is" said Josie. with blue
sparkle beneath her long brown eye
lashes. 81 mean to give him some
thing to grumbla abe ut.'
Il don't understand you!''
'sDon't YOU? Negertheless--"
But at that instant 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 recking of the ordeal in store for
him.
s.Nfrs. Mayburne"'
s.Yes, Philo."
It was one evening during their first
weekl ,me, after the varied changes
of IL ksSslsdding 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'clock"
81 see it is" said Josie, glancing up
ut the time-piece.
.And dinner isn't ready. Is this
your idea of punctuality?"
The wife made no answer.
.The fire sulking again. | do wish
our servants would ever payabv at
tention to the lire"
Still Josie read on.
.Mrs. Mayburne!" calculated the
husband.
.Well. my dear?'' cooed Josie.
.sWhy don't you answer me?"
"What shall I say?''
..Anything, Mrs. Mayburne."