Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-06-27

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"Ycs.n
"Love me so much that you want me
to be very happyr
"Of course do"
"And yet you want TO bring n great
black poodle dog into our home TO tor
mcnt mo, for | never could have n mo-
ment's peace II thoro was dog about" :"
"But IL is q present from Frank"
"And does Frank como before your
wifop"
winnie, how can you bo so cruelp
| care more about you than all the world
beside"
"And yet you won't do even little
thing to please mo-"
"You're unreasonable, Winnie, per-
fectly unreasonable. This poodle, when
II gets here, will have come all the way
from San Francisco, and II you care
anything about me or my friends YOU
would only be too glad to receive It.
And so their quarrel began. Their
first quarrel, and they had only been
married month. The outside world
may think IL n very trivial matter, but
to them it was the most serious thing in
life. Both were perfectly sincere in the
opinion that the other was to blame.
She thought that he should be willing
TO dispose of such a valucless thing rs u
poodle If she wished IL, and he thought
that for his old-timo friend she should
make much of his gift. But it would
be waste of words to attempt to follow
the arguments and counter arguments
concerning that poodle, which, for all
they knew, might never have left San
Francisco. The more his discourse the
more the animal appeared as the para
gon of all earthly virtues, while she
continued to paint it rs n blacker and
still blacker, ferocious and blood-thirsty
wolf, This heated discussion was an
inauspicious way of beginning life be-
meath their own roof-trec, but neither
paused to think of that. Finally Jack
rose from his chair, and standing up in
oratorical fashion. as he did when he
was very much in earnest, he said:
Mrs. Applegate, that poodle is com
ing, and we must receive il in decent
style. so!'
1t was the first time in all their mar
ried life that he had coldly and formal
ly addressed her as "Mrs. Applcgate,
and for the moment she felt the blood
in her heart chilling. Then her woman
nature reasscrtcd itself, and in voice
fully as determined as his. she began:
"Jack, if you wish to destroy the
peace of our happy home"
But Jack was gone, and instead of
completing the sentence she walked
| into the next room and, throwing her
| self upon the bed, cried rs if her heart
| would break.
Her husband, when he left the house,
rapidly walked down the gravel walk
they lived in the suburbs and lighting
cigar, began smoking furiously. He
did not return until supper, and then
the subject of debate was evidence that
their quarrel was still uppermost in
their minds.
The next day, some hours after Jack
had left for business, Mrs. Applegate
was surprised to see three or four work
ingmen prepared with tools and lumber
in the yard. Not knowing their husi-
ness she slipped on her hat, and going
out, inquired.
"Going to build q dog-kennel,
num-" answered one of the men.
"Mr. Applegate said as how he WAS
going to get u Rocky Mountain poodle.
whatever that may be, and he left Or
ders this morning for a kennel"
hhu Nhtu SOttlh mis-.
She could not order the work stopped
or hinder it in any way, as it would be
degrading to her self-respect to reveal
to these workingmen that she and her
husband were not in perfect accord. So
she merely nodded, and going into the
house listened all the morning to the
hammering, and it seemed as if every
nail that was driven sent a pang through
her heart. Such is the strange perver-
sion of women, however, that she pre-
pared dinner of those things which
her husband particularly liked, and in
the little womanly touches about the
house she did all she could to make
everything attractive. AT dinner Jack
was unusually jolly, and he tried to
make up for her silence by constant
flow of small talk. After the meal he
went into the yaed and leisurely in
spected the nearly completed dog
kennel.
''Nce bit of architecture. that" he
casually remarked, on returning.
"Oh, jack" said his wife, with half a
sigh.
'Now, Winnio," he began, "do be
reasonable. This thing
But he said no more, for she had
rushed into another room, and closing
the door was lost to sight and hearing.
Feeling decidedly uncomfortable, but
still with the reassuring consciousness
that he was in the right, Jack Apple
gate left his home without making the
least attempt to kiss his wife good-by.
With the poodle in his thoughts he went
to the Office of che express company
and asked if dog for him had arrived.
No, no such animal had come. Then
he explained to the expressman that he
was expecting Rocky Mountain poo
die, and that it might be well fed and
cared for on the road he left quite sum
of money. Then he serenely proceeded
to business.
Meanwhile at homo his wife was as
miserable as she well could be. In one
breath she blamed herself in the next
he was ut fault. She felt that her heart
was breaking, and life no longer was as
bright as it had appeared during the
happy days of the honeymoon. When
Jack returned she was still gloomy and
| depressed. supper was melancholy
enough, and Jack did not allude to the
poodle question until it was over.
al was at the express office to-day"
| he observed.
She did not reply or evcn look up.
"Hcs," he continued, ignoring her
silence, "but there was no news of our
San Francisco wedding present"
Then he paused, but still no answer.
"By the way" he went ON, studious-
ly not noticing the fact that she was ST.
lent, "what do you think will be good
name for the animalp Seeing that he
| . l,a at.. 80 L..
slope, wouldn'tit be good idea to call
him 'Friscor Frisco, Frisco that's
not such a bad name for dog, is it,
ehp"
Jack Applegate" cried his wife,
with n sudden burst of anger, 'you're
o cruel, unloving husbandG' and then
she sought the refuge OF her chamber
and like the bride of month sobbed in
despair OF soul. The world had grown
black to her and no longer was there Joy
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