The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1885-09-24

thorne-married a girl Of eighteen
last year, and now he's laid up with
rheumatism, and she's off at the water
ing-plaees, flirting with foreign counts
and spending his hard-earned cash, II
never married, and I'm glad Of it.
They cheat you, sir-make a fool OF
you, and laugh in their sleeves, Now
you see ! pay my housekeeper so
much month, and there ends all OBJ
legation between us, Just fancy me
being dragged out by a wife in all
weathers to parties, and balls, theaters,
and concerts, as Perkins Smthe was
By the way, Pennithcrne, how's your
rheumatism?"
Mr. Pennithorne's countenance had
fallen.
Thank you; II feel little twinge
now and then. But do you realty
think wife would serve a fellow like
that, particularly if she were forty
years or so younger than yourself?"
Think? I've not the least doubt
of it, Look at Moses Morrison, of
Morrison & Daylor. Just remember
how that pretty little mink, Clara
Saunders, worried poor old Beverley
into his grave. Why, | should as
soon enter lunatic asylum as thrust
my head under the yoke of matrimo-
n.y."
Give hundred and fifty dollaas for
dress pattern!" groaned Rugg, read
ing aloud from one of his narrow slips
of paper, and holding his head with
both hands, as if fearful OF some in
! ternal explosion. eleven hundred
for camel,s-hair shawll l shall be
ruined hhall be a bankrupt
} Mr., Pennithorne was sympathetic
5 ally silent, but the iron was evidently
entering his soul.
A little beyond sat Mr.. Jeffery con.
ming over the latest edition of the
= evening paper. He tossed it to Pen.
nithorne,
J, ITS quite refreshing, the quiet O
y this club-room" he groaned. "Mr
Pennithorne, nobody knows the trials
t. of a married man but he that has en-
d dured them. Take my advice, Penni
|, thorne, and never marry"
if "Why notY
e "They're dragons in diiguise, thes,
o women. My wife's temper is some
thing positively frghtful-yes, sir
frightfull | haven't a moments peac,
r. at home and if ever / contrive to sliI
away, she sits up for me, and scold
d until the very air is blue when / COM
Is sneaking home. Heigho why didn'
| take the advice Of my friends an,
d. remain single?'
st Mr.. Pennithorne hesitated, grey
ID red and pale, and finally turned ol
III his heel and left the room.
n "I've had my doubts, myself, abou
IL the wisdom and propriety of this step,
III thought he, "and now they're unmis
j." takably confirmed. should be ma
indeed, to persist in the face of sucl
We solemn warnings as this"
lis When Charles Stuart, according t
he the advice of his employers, called o
ke Miss Evelyn Forester the next da,
he found her in a flutter of girlish dC
be light.
90 ooh, Charlie, you have come exac
tv ly at the right time, Mr.. Pennithorn
bt has written to mamma, telling hi
bo that he has changed his MIND, an
concluded never to marry, and she
od so indignant, and--and--I am so hal
tor py."
nd Truly, her face was as bright as
rol glimmer Of June sunshine.
,es And Mrs. Forester gave into Cha
ley Stuart keeping The little jew
,ot that Mr.. Pennithorne had so uncer
,od moniously rejected. Mr.. Eneas Rug
old gave the wedding breakfast, and wht
! that ceremony was safely over, relate
He the story Of their joint stratagem.
,on "You ought to be ashamed of you
fall self, Eneas," said his thrifty lit
ri. wife, and yeti can't blame you"
,tb- For her eyes fell, just at that m
ses ment, on the happy young lovers, nc
united to seperate no more.