Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-03-26
A Terrible Adventure.

| claimed Mrs. Badger as she fiounced in"
to the sitting room, sank into an easy
chair and gasped for breath.
What is the matter, my dear - in
quired Mr.. Badger AZ he laid down his
newspaper to listen.
That is a nice way to speak to wO-
man after she has just seen "a sight that
curdled her blood Oh, my y exclaim-
ed the worthy lady as she covered her
pink face with her terra Gotta gloves,
totally oblivious for the moment of the
fact that the two colors formed very
inharmonious contrast. Il can see it
before me now. / CONT believe / will
ever forget it, ever
Compose yourself, my dear, andItell
me all about it,
That is the way with you men, re-
sponded Mrs. Badger as she removed
her hands from her face and began un-
buttoning her gloves. You haye no
feeling. You don't know what senti-
ment is. If you had passed through
what / have to-day the first intimation
1 would have of it would be an unusual
odor about your breath. You would
90 into saloon just as il nothing had
happened and talk the matter over with
friend, and by the time you got home
you would forget all about it. Compose
myself, indeed, know I shan't recover
from the shock for six weeks, if ever /
| WILL
Here the excited matron paused to
allow her husband an opportunity to
interrupt her again, but that individu-
al wisely refrained from. taking adyan-
tage of 1t.
when I got through my work this
noon-you know we had company for
lunch :? Mrs. Simpson and her daught-
er were here. How l detest that wo-
man l know she came here on pur-
pose to make mean remarks about our
new silverware. BY the way, Isaac.
that silverware is wearing very badly.
The plating has been rubbed off in three
places on our coffee-pot already. That
comes of buying your table ware at a
tea store. 1 always knew you were no
judge of such things. The next time
perhaps you will let me buy stuff for
! my own house. But you always think
you know SO much about some things.
No one can teach you anything. If you
would take your wife's advice once or
twice year, instead of that miserable
Jim Wilson's, il would be better for
you-and me, too. suppose now you
will 60 and tell that odious man just
what I have said. That is the way you
always do. You know you do. The
last time / told you the truth about
him you went right off and repeated it
% HIM like little, leaky schoolboy.
You needn't try and deny it, for Mrs.
Wilson came over here the next day and
made the most scandalous statements
about you ever heard, and | know
she onlydid it to get even. Obi was
only man I'd show you some things
that you ought to Know
Here Mrs. Badger stopped for breath
and glanced across the fire place at her
unfortunate husband in a way that
would have chilled the marrow in the
bones of less experienced Benedict.
We'll, my dear,' suggested Mr.. Bad,
ger, with faint sigh, as you were a.
bout to say, Mrs. Simpson called
That's right snapped Mrs. Badger.
vieiously. That's right. Since you
were down town and saw the terrible
sight, suppose you finish the story
That's right. Go ahead and tell me all
about it. Pm impatient to hear.'
Il didn't intend to interrupt you, my
DEAR responded Mr.. Badger. wearily.
Don't my dear me, sir Please don't
Well. since you don't know anything a.
bout 1t and are willing to listen to me
relate it l will continue. Mrs. Simp.
son and her freckled-face Miss Simpson
came to lunch. We had picked salmon
hot hiscuits-you know what delicious
biscuits Mary makes ? 1t is the only
good thing about the baggage. She
does everything else terribly. She.broke
three saucers this morning while she
was trying to listen to what was say.
ing to you about Jennie Parsons while
we were in the pantry. L thinkI shall
discharge her. She is too careless fol
any use, but then she is cheap and
knows our ways, and Heaven knows
what l should do with a new girl, but ]
suppose you would be glad to have a
change-you don't have any of the work
tosdo. You men are so selfish. wish
/ was a man,
so do 1, my DEAR observed Mr.. Bad
ger. Then 1 might possibly hear the
end of this story some time this year.
That's right, Mr.. Badger; when you
can't treat me cruelty and neglect me
abuse lie. That's the way with you
men. 1 haye a good mind not to tel
the story at all now, just for spite.
At this moment Mr.. Badger picked
up his newspaper and resumed his read
ing.
AS l was SAYING continued Mrs
Badger, after five minutes of silence
which seemed to her like month