The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-07
SHE CURED HIN.
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1t was blight widowed room, with
ruby fire sparkling in the crate, and table,
well laden With work, drawn up beside its
shine. Ard the pTettiest, freshest, most at
tractive thing TO look at in the whole scene
was the Widow Glenn herself, stitching In
dustriously away at strip of cambria ruff
fling.
She was tall and we'll proportioned, with
hair like brown satin fax, blue eyes, and
complexion ell pink and white. with the
crimson bloom growing beneath the trans
parent SKIN ii a manner that all the Co.'S
metics on earth might strive vainIy to simu-
Iate-a woman 1t did ones heart good to
look at in the days Of artificial faIsity, Per-
hays she might have been thirty, bat she did
lot look more than twenty-five; for Time,
siuf, Old non-compromiser that he is. had
dealt very gently with josie Glenn,
why shouldn't i marry Philo Nav.
burne" she asked quietly, rs she Dit of the
end Of her thread with teeth white aud even
as pearls.
Mrs Jonesburv groaned and gsspedl
Hes handsome, isn't he2'
81 hain't nothin' TO say agin' his looks"
croaked Mrs. JonesburY.
And his principles and character ere be-
yoDd TepToach2'
iBfly sssented the elder suatron.
He IS certainly we'll off," went On Mrs.
Glenn.
Yes, hesrich, s'pose, but
"But whatf'
His temper, Josephine, histsmpsr. If You
must have tn ieIked our Mrs. Jonesbury.
Hes IS ugly as Cain, aud Is fsuIt-fndin'
a. old Pharaoh in the land o. Egypt; ana all
the world knows that he iist fretted his first
wife into the grave"
int 10
Josie. sewing diligently on.
How be ye gwine to help YOURSELF
a ked Mrs. Jcnesbury, with very evident in
cIedulity.
oh. have ways aS6 meansr'
But Josie. you don really love him."
yes ! do
with his temper?'
In spite Ct ME temper, Mrs Jonesbury
l see sHd esteem the good which lies unrs-
claimed beneath that upper stratum o.
soeTbiiy Keep down the weeds and tbs
blowers will srow In alm0s, any nature"
aus drescfal easy talkin', . said Mrs Jones'
bury, with dub Gus shake OF hsr head.
"hut ys don't know what it is. josephine
Glenn. 70 &c tied for lie to man that's for
ever grumEiin' about nothin',"
There Is = said Josie, with blue sparkle
beneath Der lcug brown eyelashes. I mean
20 give him somsthi0g to grumble about"
Il don't understand youl
Don't yoG? NcTerlheless--'
But at that instant bevy OF visitors was
usrefed into the apartment, and Mrs. Jones'
hurry was forced TO take hsr departure m
enlightened as to the Widow Glenn's matri-
monial policy.
So PhilO Mayburne pat pretty ring on Jo-
sic Glenn's pretty plump finger and surren-
dered himself legally into the keeping OF
that blue eyed dame, little rocking OF the or
deal in store for him.
Mrs. Mayburne~
Eyes, Philo.'
1t was an evening during their first week
at home, alter the varied charges OF the
wedding tour, and the newly-made husband
was stalking up and down the floor, with mis-
hands in lis pockets, deepning wrinkls be-
tween his brows.
Its one minute after O'Clock"
II see il is" said Josie, glancing up at the
time-piecs.
"And dinner Isn't ready. Is this your idea
of puuctuality?'
The wife made no answer.
THE Ere sulkiDg again. do wish our
servants would ever pay any attention TO
the fire."
Still Josie read on.
MRS. Mayburne" calculated the husband.
well, my dear?' echoed Josie.
WHY don't van answer meP
What shall / say2"
Anything. Mrs. May burnei'
well, then permit me to observe that 1
am very much interested in tho book / am
reading"
Philo's brow grew dark; bat ne was stopped
from further comment By the ringing OF the
dinner-bell.
Oyster soup burned again" he growled,
letting his spoon crop into the plate with 8
81 think it is very NICE said Josie.
"Aud the beef roasted, when / told cook
especially to have II boiled"
Dear me-" said Mrs. Mayburn where is
the diffsrencef"
"Dlfe1eEcP, ma'sm, differences" barked
Philo. enough difference to spoil my din
ner. that's all "
And pushing back his chair he strobe
away from the table.
Mrs Hayburne stayed 70 finish her meal,
and then saUntered into the parlor, where
her spouse sat glazing at the fire.
Where are ray slippers, Mrs. Mayburne?'
"OR the reg, close 10 your feet, my dear.
u don't want the slippers with the fox's
head on want the slippers with the rose
buds and leaves. It's very strange man
can't take any comfort in his own home.p
Icsie rang the bell and ordered "rossbuds
and leaves" but the next rock TO split upon
was the Dewspar6r.
where's nv paper? What's the reason s
msn can never find paper when he wants
itf'
"Hsre it Is Philo, folded neatly under the
Book
And what lie IL under the books for? Why
isn't it left where l can fird itf''
''If you had looked around, my dear -
= "But don't want TO look aroundln
And Mr. Mayburne nfolded the she ct snC
began to read, his brow still ominously con
tracted, while Josie sat smiling beside him
her purpose shaping itself more and NOR.
definitely in her mind a every moment tina
the click measured of with silvery tick.
The next evening Mr.. Mayburne cam,
home rampant IS usual. The sitting-roon
YVES dark and chilly as be stumbled il.
mo light?" he demanded. querulously.
whats the use of light?' pettishl,
asked his wife, who was reclining on tn
sofa under s red afghan. Tine IRE has gon
out half an hour ago."