The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1884-10-30
SHE CURED HIM.

"You are never going to marry Philo
Mayburne"
It was 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 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 fax. 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 stimulates; a
woman it did ones heart good to look
at in these days of artificial falsityi
Perhaps she might have been thirty,
but she did not look more than twenty
five; for Time, gruff old non-comprom-
iser that he is, had dealt very gently
with Josie Glenn.
''Why shouldn't marry Philo May
burne?h 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.
II hain't nothin' to say agin' his
looks" eroaked Mrs. Jonesbury.
'And his principles and character
are beyond reproach?'
"Nobody denies it that [ knows of!'
unwillingly assented the elder matron.
''He's certainly well OFF, went on
Mrs. Glenn.
Eyes, he's rich, s'pose, but
''But what?'
"His temper, Josephine, his temper,
If you must have it, jerked out Mrs.
Jonesbury. He's as ugly as Cain and
as fault-tindin' as old Pharoah in the
land O. Egypt; and all the world knows
that he iist fretted his first wife into the
graver'
He won't fret mo into the grave, -
said Josie, sewing diligently on.
''How be you gwine to help your
self?' asked Mrs. Jonesbury, with
very evident incredulity.
80, | have wavs and meansr'
"But, Josie, you don't really love
himp'
''Yes, I dor'
with his temperp''
I'm spite of his temper, Mrs. Jones'
bury. see and esteem the good which
lies unreelaimed beneath that upper
stratum of aee.Dity. Keep down the
weeds and the flowers will grow in al
most any nature. !"
Its dreadful easy talkin', /" saidMrs.
.I0naS hury vuifh A1I.e,,c ul.o L., 80 !, . -
head. s'But We don't know what it is,
Josephine Glenn, to be tied for life to a
man that's forever grumblin' about
nothin'n'
There it is, - said Josie. with blue
sparkle beneath her long brown eye-
iashes. Il mean to give him some
thing to grumble about''
Il don't understand your
Don't you? Negertheless--"
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.
30 Philo Mayburne put wedding
ring on Josie Glenn's pretty plump fin
ger and surrendered himself legally in
~ hSOptuSS OA lHttO UluC-C1 Su
little recking of the ordeal in store for
him.
Mrs. Mayburner'
.sYes, 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.
Its one minute after six o'clockr'
u see it is, said Josie, glancing up
at the time piece.
And dinner isn't ready. Is this
your idea of puuctualityPn
1he wife made no answer
The fire sulking again. I do wish
our servants would ever pay any at.
tentlon to the ire
Still Josie read on.
Mrs. Mayburner' calculated the
Mell, my dearp'' cooed Josie.
why don't you answer me?''
What shall / sayP''
aYthipgi MFs. Maybarne,r