St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-14
A DOMESTIC Diplomatic.
How Gustav, Convivial Husband, Out Gen
eraled Frida, Angry Wife.
From New York Herald,

How Gustav, Convivial Husband, Out-Gen-
eraled Frida, Angry Wife.
From New York Herald
She was buxom young German woman,
with red cheeks, light-blue eyes and flaxen
halr. He was robust-looking Young Ger
man artisan, with long, 1.-the limbs, tawny
hair as yet unkempt, and eyes that were still
heaVy after the previous nights spree. They
came out side by side from the Tombs prison.
to which he had been committed from the
police court on charge of 'drunk and dis
orderly" She had just paid his fine and
taken him out" AS they passed out to-
gether the woman's tongue broke loose and
the storm swept down.
Drunk again. you good-for- nothing
bube!' she cried. ga nice husband YOU vas
for any woman. vas tired-''
'Naw, Frida," interposed the husband, in
honeyed accents.
Don't 1 told you don't want to talk NIT
youa''
''You don't, eh?' with rising asperity.
''No, and don't want your face again
about der house to see.''
''Goot, den," cried the man; ~ am
TANNED glad. l go me off. Adieu, mein
lebshen, adieu.''
The man skipped gaily across the street.
He waved his hat above his head as if intox-
icated with delight over his recently acquired
liberty. He disappeared down a side street
He ensconced him self in a doorway.
The woman walked on a few PAGES. Then
she looked over her shoulder The man was
nowhere in sight. The angry flush in her
cheeks died away. Her pace slackrned.
Again she looked over her shoulder Not q
trace of him could be seen. She stopped
She waited irresoutely on the curbstone
for nearly forty seconds. Then she crossed
to the opposite sidewalk. She looked along
the street down which he had disappeared.
Not as much as the tail of his coat to be seer
She ran down the street few steps and
called: 'Gustav! Gustav There was no
reply. But, unperceived by her,a head, with
covering of tawny hair, was peeping around
doorway some distance off.
She shrugged her shoulders augrily and
began to retrace her steps. But she only
went ten PAGES. She sank down on door
step ald buried her face in her hands. She
was sobbing as if her heart would break
The owner of the head with the tawny hair
stepped from the doorway Putting his
hands in his pockets he walked up the street
with an air of supremest nonchalance. He
was nearly abreast of the weeping woman
when she raised her tear-staned face. The
flushed cheeks grew yet redder as her eyes
fell upon him. In an instant she was on her
feet. Her arms were around his neck. She
was weeping on his breast.
Gustav put her gently but firmly aside.
His attitude was one of naughty GOODNESS.
''Let me go mein way" he said; 81 am
tired Won your bad temper, und-"
"But, Gustav, listen," interposed the
weeping Frida.
81 tell you no. Ven speak no more ven
We pass py.''
AS this terrible decision was pronounced
tine woman fell into violent paroxysm of
weeping. She was becoming historical.
Gustav's haughtiness and frigidity of man
her became somewhat relaxed.
perhaps ven you promise to behafe- your
self, " he began magnanimously.
son, yes, yes"
'Den, donnerwetter, will dis time forgif
youl''
''Oh, Gustav, mein schatzl''
ooh, schatz, dein? l was a good-for-
noting bube yoost now"
Zach Gottl l vas verrueckt to say so. Du
Dist Sc lebenswuerdig so gull"
ia, dot is so. But now, let us 90 home.
My tongue is 50 dry as a piece leather. Wee
trink glass beer together.''
Leaning on Gustav's arm Frida passed up
the street. her face radiant with smiles shin
ing through the recent tears.
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