The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1884-12-13
SHE CURED HIM.

SHE CURED HIM.
"You are never going to marry Philo
Mayburnen'
1t was bright bay-windowed room
with ruby fire sparkling in the CRATE,
and a 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 proportioned,
with hair like brown satin flax. blue
eyes and a complexion all pink and
white, with the crimson bloom glowing
beneath the transparent skin in a man
mar that all the cosmetics on earth
might strive vainly to stimulate;
woman it did ones heart good to look
ut in these days of artificial falsityl
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 marry Philo May
burner" she asked quietly. as she bit
off the end of her thread with teeth
white and even as pearls.
Mrs. Jonesbury groaned and gasped!
''He's handsome, isn't he?" asked
the widow.
II hain't nothin' to say agin' his
looks" croaked Mrs. Jonesbury.
''And his principles and character
are beyond reproach?"
"Nobody denies it that knows OFF,
unwillingly assented the elder matron.
''He's certainly well off, % went on
Mrs. Glenn.
Eyes, he's rich, I s'pose, but"
"But what?''
''His temper, Josephine, his temper.
if you must have itrf jerked out Mrs.
Jonesbury. .'He's as ugly as Cain and
as fault-findin' as old Pharoah in the
land o. Egypt; and all the world knows
that he jist fretted his first wife into the
graver'
HE won't fret me into the grave"
said Josie, sewing diligently on
'How be you gwine to help your
self?" asked Mrs. Jonesbury, with
very evident Incredibly.
so, have WAYS and meansr'
"But, Josie, you don't really love
him?n
"Yes, I dor
''With his temperp"
''In spite of his temper, Mrs. Jones'
bury. | see and esteem the good which
lies unreclaimed beneath that upper
stratum of accrbity. Keep down the
weeds and the flowers will grow in al
most any nature.
''It's dreadful easy talzin', " saidMrs.
Joncsbury, with 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'r'
There it is" said Josie. with a blue
sparkle beneath her long brown eye
lashes, II mean to give him some
thing to grumble aboutl''
81 don't understand YOUR
''Don't you? Nevertheless--"
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 Maybur 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. .-.i
-p -
Mrs. Mayburner' r.
Yes, 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. 1
Its one minute after six o'clock!"
II see it isl said Josie. glancing up
at the time piece.
''And dinner isn't ready. Is this
your idea of punctuality?''
The wife made no answer.
1.-The fire snlkiDg again. LIDO wish
our servants would ever pay any at
tention to the fire."
Still Josie read on.
"Mrs, Mayburnew calculated the
husband.
"Well, my dearp'' cooed Josie.
why don't you answer mepr
..What shall i say ~
Anything, Mrs. Mayburne.
well, then, permit me to observe
that am very much interested in the
book am reading" - 4
Philo's brow grew dark: but he was.
stopped from further. comment by the
ringing of the dinner bell.
sQyster soup burned again. be
growlcd. letting his spoon drop into the
dish with.a splash, -- -.
4 think i il very nice.' taid Jessie.