The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1885-12-16

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daily Use"
"'Daily usc,' Desdic?" very ironically,
this. "For i%nstance?" .
"Jack, if you put a lot of stearinc and
potash into a kettle with some boiling
water, what will he rcsult2"
GLOW do know?'
81 have tot results in soap; that's
chemistry"
eff you know ALL
IF it's - o'clock at this place what
is the time twenty degrees cast Of us"
"lVhv an hour and twenty minutes
past Il and I can set the clock by local
or standard time with my eyes shut
that's astronomy
"Well, Dcsdie-"
"Why is our little Fatima so sturdy
the darling! Because l know how to
give her a sun-bath as we'll as 4 water
bath, and play catcher with her every
day in the yard until her lungs arc filled
with pure oxygen-blood:maklngg
material-and her eyes shine, with health
and happiness-that's physiology"
'(IIlnlluU al tiiat, DSSoIS
"Wait, Jack Ill soon be through.
Who asked me to write up our romantic
little story, and what was the doing so
but an effort at literature? What do you
call the composing of that hymn for
Pastor Pcttigrcw's infant class? How
should l know that Fatima's pale blue,
silkcn hood looks better than any other
color against the golden CLINT of her
curls if I had no artistic sense? How
could I have said yesterday to the honest
old washwoman, imported from father
land only last spring: Frau Mueller, lch
habe dicsen Morgen meinc Bret
tache v~crlorcn-was soil g~eschchcnT n
thanked her when she showed me how she
had found it in my calico dress pocket,
if I hadn't dug German roots as we'll us
Latin? How could l have informed the
little Frcnchman in your behalf that
'cette maiscn est a vendre au plus offrant
ct dernier cucheriscur' if l hadn't had a
hundred headaches over all the lrregu-
lar verbs that grow in France! II |
wasn't apt at the needle, where would
those awful rents at heel and toe land
YOU? If l knew not the use of the sad
iron oh, well named tool! - where
would be your linen immaculate? If
ignored natural history | shouldn't have
known where to look for the birds nests
I have added to your collection. II
knew nothing of medicine I'd not know
that just so many pellets Of aconltc--no
more, no lcss-could allay baby's fever.
II I wasn't a bit Of machincst my sewing
machine would cost us quite a little sum
with its frequent getting out Of gear;
and as sor cobbling-look at that patch
Fatima's shoe. AS a tiller OF the soil
I en- the successful grower Of enough
tomatoes, at least, to can for winter, and,
as a timer, I can soldert the cans as we'll as
any one in the professor. AS hostler lean
harness the pony to the phacton as we'll
as you yourself can, and give myself and
baby many a pleasant airing. I'm car.
penter enough 10 plane down that stub
born door in the woodshed till it shuts
o~bedicntly-'
"Desdie, I forgot"
"!And painter enough to match the
color and paint the plancd, raw edge. l
was taxidcrmist enough to say the
fcathercd hide of that lovely white
crane you shot, and smart enough to
throw the paper that held the arsenic
into the fire, and-and--"
Desdcmona, my love, forbcar! IL
Il am overcome with your requirements
Il am your s~crvilc s!avc-and that's the
way a man gets fooled! I--ignorantly
l was asking in mar.
riage q small, average Drained l~assie,
who, like myself, was all alone in the
and who would look up to me as
to a protector-loOk up forsooth! Des-
dcmona-"
"Jack, forgive mel had to show
that demon of discord that I was a 'su-
being and could not be 'downed'
in argument! And you, that woman,
Of having a contracted sphere
has one wider than you lords of creation
would ever dream OF filling! And, Jack,
dear, don't let's argue any more-I
not give you a chance to-day, and
l beg of you never to try it again. I
shall live my life and you shall live yours,
and though in many respects so unlike
they will be so close together in sympa-
thy that the boundaries will not be dis
cernible. Take me for what am, Jack,
busy, we'll. meaning little 'haus:mut-
tcr'-your wife and your equal-do you
hear, Jack? And I'll call you the dear
est boy in the world, set YOU On the
altar of my heart and be the happiest
girl that ever made a loaf of bread"
"NIrs. Ray, 1 find it difficult to recover
from this complete prostration! II
am overwhelmed! May I venture for
the sake of an argument"
"Taboocd, sir; no argument between
hcnceforth allowed! I will not bear
it. Your voice was growing harsh to
mc-your eyes frownea your convictions
into minc-your laugh ceased to warm
my heart. and-oh, Jack!"
eyes, dear"
"Fatiina has fallen asleep with her
head in the butter dish"
"And will rest in happy ignorance OF
the awful things her little womanship
will be expected to know when comes
the glad years of maturity!'
But it worked its charm. There is no
fierce argument about our pleasant con.
verse now. We talk about everything
like two chatty robbins, and no spirit of
discord mars our happy home. Detroit
Free Press.