The Mineral argus. [volume] (Maiden, Mont.) 1883-1886, 1885-07-23
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

i WOuldnt marry the BEST man thit
ever lived And she meant 1t, or.
what answers the same purpose, she
thought she meant it. After all, how
few of us ever really know what We
mean?
II engag ed myself once, when girl,
and the simpleton thought he owned
me. soon took that conceit out OF
him, and sent him away about his
business" The voice was now little
sharp. What wonder, with so CALLING
Q memory? NO man shall ever tyran-
nize over me-never! What the mis-
chief do you suppose is the matter with
this sewing machine?"
"Annoyed at you logic, most like
ly," said my friend, bright young
matron as she threaded her needle.
"My husband is not q tyrant, Miss
Kent"
It was quite evident, by the express
sion of he dressmaker's face that she
had formed her own opinion about my
friends husband, and was quite COM
petent to form and express an opinion
on any subject. Miss Kent was lit
tie woman, fair as a girl, and plump as a
robin. She wasn't ashamed to own
that she was forty years old and an
old maid. She had earned her own
living most OF her life and was proud
of it. Laziness was the one sin Miss
Kent could not forgive. She was
GOOD nurse, a faithful friend, and a
Jolly companion; but stroke her the
wrong way and you'd wish you hadn't
in much shorter time than it takes
me to write it. Her views on all sub
iects were strikingly original, and not
to be cOmbatted.
"What are you going to do when
YOU are old?" persisted the mistress oil
the establishment.
"What other folks do, I suppose. y
"But you can't work forever"
"Can't say that l want to-"
Snow, Miss Kent, a husband with
means, n kind, intelligent man
81 don't want any man. l tell you
Miss Carlisle wouldn't marry he best
man that ever lived. If he was rich a
Crrsus, and would die if I'd have him
Now, il YOU have exhausted the mar
riage question, should like to try OF
your dress"
There was sonnet hing behind all this
Ikpew we'll. My friends eyes dances
with fun; and as Miss Kent fitted TIN
waist, she threw me letter from tn
bureau. Read that. she said, will
This is what the letter said:
Nv DEAR JENNIE shall be delighted I,
spend month with you and your husb nd
about my visit-you must say no NOR
about marriages ! shall never be FOOLS
again. Twenty years ago to-day wrecke'
my whole life.
better embark in a new ship, hadn'
hs3" put in Jennie, soto vOce.
80 unsuitable was this marriage, 80 utterl
and entirely wretched have been its cOnss
qusnces, that am forced to believe tn
marriage institution a mistake. So, 10
the last time, let me assure you that
wouldn't marry the best woman that eve
lived, il by 90 doing could save her lie.
Your old cousin, MARK LANSING"
erich, isn't he?" said Jennie, an
then pointed to the chubby little figur
whose back happened to be turned.
shook my head and laughed.
"You1l see," said the incOrrigible.
"Ses what" inquired Miss Kent
quite unaware of our pantomine.
"rhat the parties which are chen
ically attracted will unite. OF cours
an alkali and an acid. Don't yo
think this sleeve little too long, Mis-
Xent!"
"NOt after the seam is of. But wha
were you saying, Mrs. Carlisle? III
other day at Professor BOynton's,
saw some wonderful Experiments.
ibid they succeed?' inquired Jenni
.demurely.
beautifully"
80 will mine. ] never bOtched
job in my life
IL don't think ! quite understan
YOU" replied Miss Kent, perplexed.
"NOs l always grow scientific whe
talking about marriage, my dear"
Bother" was all the little woma
said, but the tone was much bett'
natured than expected.
The next week cousin Mark arrives
and liked him at once. An unhapT
marriage would have been the la'