McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-03-27

beautiful. When we reached home
again, my uncle said:
"Willem, you have been bachelor
long enough; now it is time for you to
marry"
"Yes, uncle,"I replied; 'tbut to be
married one must find the woman, just
as patients are necessary to make a
DOCTOR"
swell, what about Miss E,edaartr,
spoke up my uncle with a snil', meant
TO be sly. "There is something Tor you.
l think she is inclined to like you, and
then your fortune would be made at
one stroke, my boy
Eyes, but she is a little too ugly" l
objected rather timidly, for was not
accustomed to contradicting.
"Too uglyp" snarled my uncle at me.
"She has two hundred Thousand francs,
and / am tired Of supporting you. You
have cost me money enough already,
and you are not worth your money
YETI
There was nothing to be said to that;
l had to give way, and yesterday |
spoke the final yes.
"Your fortune is made, young man."
said to me this morning man of forty
years and much experience.
In truth have a wife, a house, two
dogs, a cat, (my wife had to bring it
with her, she was so attached to it)
and expectations of two hundred thous-
and francs.
+*+* $3.50 +ss* ***+
A year later Mother Boedaart said
of her son-in-law.
''He has become quite another man;
l said long ago that he would change"
And indeed Willem had become quite
another man, man after his wife's
heart. Mothers and daughters are
often wont to discourse on marriage.
The Boedaarts had had time enough,
so they had gone deep into the subject.
"a good husband, my dear Child"
Mother Boedaart had said, sis difficult
to find; husband that is steady, stays
at home with his wife, leads a virtueus
and Christian life, is treasure on
earth" And the daughter had pondered
over the qualities such good husband
ought to have, had imagined model
husband, and Willem van den Berghe
was the unlucky man whose fate it was
to realize this model.
In the very first week his clothing
was reformed. Miss Anna had always
had holy horror of frivolous men,
and she had invariably represented
them to herself with cap on their
heads, in short coat, pair of light
pantaloons, and a gaudy necktie. So
Willem's cap was given to a boy of the
street, his other garments adorned the
gardner and the BAKERS boy, and he
received long coat, a gaily lowered
vest, large hat, a big watch and a
white necktie. Thus arrayed he was
allowed on Sundays to go to mass and
vespers with his wife.
Now he looked like doctor, at least,
Mother Boedaart observed; the former
foppish costume was not at all suit
able
Willem did not quite willingly make
himself ridiculous, but as it brought
peace to The household he had Sin
Gods name" put on the white necktie.
In another matter, however, he offered
a more obstinate resistance. This was
the society of his young friends, in
which he found some distraction, and
could sometimes be merry for a few
hours. From morning he lived in an
ticipation of the evening which he was
to spend with them. His wife had not
objected very much in the beginning,
but it was only postponed and not en-
tirely given up.
Gradually the opinion arose that the
| husband came home too late, and there.
after Willem started homeward pune
ually at half-past nine. Then it was
"Ah, you couldn't remain at home d
single evening!" and at least once a
week Wi!lem had to give up his
friends.
At last one day he was summoned tc
Mother Boedaart.
"See here, Willem,' she addressed
him in solemn tone, "when I gave
my daughter to you, you promised
that she should live happily with
you"
eyes, MOTHER" responded Willem
"Now, then, do you do everything to
make her life sweet and agreeable
Have you nothing to reproach yourself
WITH"
''No, mother" replied Willem, anG
he might have mentioned the cigar hi
had given up and the white necktie hi
had put on, yet he preferred to avail
the storm.
"Then must tell you right out, ,
continued the mother in wrath, 'stha
it is shame to leave your wife alone
so much, while you waste your time il
saloons, and that you will bring thu
poor girl to her grave"
Willem was frightened by the idea o
being such a villain, and stammered:
"But, mother, l sit with her tn,
whole day."
"Surely you don't see, though, hov
pale and thin your wife is getting, ant
how she is wasting away from day t.
day."
.Willem indeed saw nothing of tn
kind, but he saw enough of what was il
store for him. He went home his wit
gave him a cross reception. In tn
evening he went out, and when he cam