The Penn's Grove record., 1886-05-08

world, and there's Nelly Gray's sot of a
husband coming home beastly drunk
every night Of his life, and soaring the
life out of her. I'd see him drowned
before I'd live with him. And he never
smokes, nor chews, while you can't go
into anybody else's house hardly, with
out standing over s%pittoons, or being
suffocated with somebody's pipe or CT
gar. Dear me / should DIE in a week
if [ had to live in that way, And he is
always so good natured, too, W. gave
me a cross word till to-day" but here
she broke down entirely, sob after sob
tearing away in her throat and threat
| ening to choke her.
The paroxysm was too violent to last
long. AS it subsidized she dashed off the
tears that flooded her cheeks, wiped
her eyes, brushed back her hair, and,
going to the sink, bathed her face
thoroughly. Then she stood a few
minutes as if gathering up resolution,
a calm, beautiful expression playing
about her lips.
The words of her old pastor had come
back to her all at once as she sat there
weeping. The words he had spoken to
her the evening before her marriage !:
"My little girl, you have made a good
choice. George Graham, your PROM
Used husband, is a young man Of excel
lent principles and good disposition,
and will do his best to make you happy.
But he is not perfect. No mar is.
And you must be patient with his fail
in~gs-always patient. One cross word
leads TO another, and that to another,
till by and by there's a quarrel, and
then good by, happiness Don't scold,
but coax; don't drive, but lead. And
if you ever feel tired with him, think
how much worse 1t might have been.
And always remember that he is no
saint, but only a man; a man mortal
and weak. Be 1T your work, little girl,
to make his earthly home a happy one,
to lead him onward and upward to-
wards that holier m not made with
hands"
dead; yet s~peaketh," she said SOL
EMMY, as that long, earnest talk came
back to her. "And-and I'll do 1t
anyway. If he won't forgive, and If
he won't agree to begin again and try
1t over, why-Oh, never, never can go
out alone mo the world, and see him
married to another woman. Oh, I'll
never say another word, l won't, not
one, if he has every chair piled to the
ceiling with coats and pants, and the
floor waist deep with rubbers and boots.
l don't see what made me speak so cross
to him.s I'll Just get a girl to-mor-
row; somebody that can cook better
than /, and keep out Of the kitchen;
and whenever he comes in, I'll take
his things myself, and take care OF
them. What must he have thought OF
me, to hear me say such dreadful
thingsp
And filling up the stove with coal,
draining the water off the vegetables,
and leaving the oven door open, she ran
up stairs and put on her sacque and
bonnet, seized her muff and gloves,
and locking the door after her, went
out.
1t was bitter cold, but she did not
mind it. The wind was driving the
sleet right into her face, but she only
drew the thick veil closer over heI
swollen eyes and hurried on. 1t was
slippery as glass, but her gathered feet
ran along as if sharp shod. She had
but one thought; to see George again,
tell him how very sorry she was, and
bring him back to dinner.
With a shout and a '%'hurrah," a liz
tie fellow came coastlng down one OF
the cross streets just as she had set hel
foot on the curb stone. The sled
whirled, ~zigzagged a moment, and then
ran her down. She screamed involun'
tarily, and, as she fell, put out hel
hands imploringly. Some one clasped
them, tightly a brief spell, and then
gently assisted her to her feet. Some
one spoke kindly to her. Some n said
kindly, tenderly, lovingly. "Are you
much hurt, Susie ?" Some n drew
aside her veil. Some one looked pity
ingly into her eyes. Who was it, think
youP
SO, Georgel Pm SO glad you hap
pened here. 1 "a going down to the
Office after you
"Were you, Susie2 And I was com.
ing up to the house to see you'll"
lie looked about him a CIV seconds.
and then said, meaningly, "Just hall
way and we met"
The next minute he was tucking heI
little hand under his elbow and guiding
her back home, walking slowly, eau
tiously, and asking at every few steps,
''If she was sure she were not much
hurt" and adding, she'd send the lit
tie rascal to jail If she were," to all Of
which she said earnestly, mot any,
hardly; only frightened a little; he
wasn't to blame for the sled turning
I'm so glad we met"
Inside the front door before hardly
the lock had sprung, he caught her to
his heart and as he held her In the
warm, close embrace, he kissed heI
passionately.
"What did you think Of me, George.
scolding you as l did; if you knew how
| cried afterwards"
but l plagued you dreadfully, J
know, Susie. You're so neat, and I'm
such q careless scamp"
at was l who plagued you, George,
I've no business to he so neat as u
make myself a fussy, cross old thing,
and / won't any more. | won't say
one word, George, if you turn the house
topsy-turvy every time you come in
Oh, George, to think of our quarrelins
so DeIOIb We We Dctu LudliiOu J0oi
"And you running away to leave mt
here alone. O, Susie, | should have
run after you before morning."
1T was awful-the way we talked To
each other-can you ever forgive me?
Eyes, indeed; l forgave you ter
times after 1 reached the office; though
gong down there, Susie, ! did wish
almost, that you were a little sloven
instead of such a tidy bit Of lady,"
81 don't wonder George, it's enough
to make a man hate the very wore
neatness when his wife is forever scold
ing about it SO. But do you know wha'
Pm gong to do? I'mgoing to hire a CIR
to cook, wash, iron and scrub, and I'm
going to meet you at the door ever!
time you come in, and put away al
your things for you, so that we'll botl
be suited. The Eousenl be in order, AM
you won't be bothered in helping abol
it."
1.-THE deuce you will, Susie Pardon
pet, / don't mean it. Have the girl.
always wanted you too; but hang me ]
I'm going to have such a doll of a wifi
put away my things, and me a great 81