The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-01-08
SHE CURED HIM.

table, well laden with work, drawn mp be-
side its shine And the prettiest, freshest,
most attractive thing to look at in the
whole scene was the widow Glenn herself.
stitching industriously away at strip of
cambria rufling
hair like brown satin flax, blue eyes and
complexion all pink and white, with the
crimson bloom glowing beneath the trans
parent skin i'll a manner that all the cos
meties on earth might strive vainly to
initiate; u woman it did ones heart good
to look at i'll these days of artificial falsity.
Perhaps she might have been thirty, but
she did not look more than twenty five
for Time, gruil old non-comproniser that
he is, had dealt very gently with Josie
Glenn.
"Why shouldn't | marry philo May
bnne ?" she asked quietly, as she bit off
the end OF her thread with teeth white and
even rs pearls.
Mrs .Ionesbury groancd and gasped.
Hes handsome, isn't he? ~ asked the
widow.
Il hain't got nothin' t" say agin' his
looks, eroaked Mrs. Jonesbury.
"And his principles and character are
beyond reproach ?"
Nobody denies it that I know of I'M
willingly asscnted the elder matron
Hes certainly we'll OFF," went on Mrs.
Glenn
"Yes, he's rich, spose. but"
But what -
Ills temper Josephine, his temper. if
You must have it, jcrkcd ont Mrs. Jones
bury Hes as ugly as Cain and as fault
findin as old Pharaoh in the land o
Egypt and all the world knows that he
.iist fretted his first wife into the gravel,
sic won't fret me into the grave. " said
Josie sewing diligently ON.
Glow be you gwinc to help yoursclf?'
asked Mrs. donesbury, with very evident
incredulity
so, | have ways and means
But, Josephine, you don't really love
him ?"
Eyes, do.'
'With lis temper?"
''ln spite of his temper, Mrs, Jonesbury.
! see and esteem the good which lies unre-
claimed beneath that upper stratum Of
aeerbity. Keep down the weeds and the
flowers will grow in almost any nature.
Its dreadful easy talkin', said Mrs.
Jonesbnry, with a dubious shake of her
head, But We don't know what it is.
Josephine Glenn. 10 be tied for life to
man that's forever grumblin' about
nothin'r'
"Thcrc it is, y said Josie. with a blue
sparkle beneath her long brown eye lashes.
Il mean to give him something TO grum-
BILE about.
Il don't understand You"
Don't YOU? Neverthelcss--
But at this instant bevy of visitors was
uslerod into the apartment. and Mrs.
urc nncnightened as to the widow Glenn
matrimonial policy.
SO Philo Mayburne put a wedding ring
on Josie Genn's pretty plump finger and
surrendered himself legally into the keep
ing of that bue-eyed dame, little reckoning
of the terrible ordeal in store Tor him
Mrs. Mayburne =
Eyes. Philo.
1t was one evening during their first
week at home. after the varied changes of
the wedding tour, and The ncwly-made
husband was stalking up and down the
floor, with his hands in his packets Il
deepening wrinkle between his brows
''It's one minnie after six o'clock y
u see it is" said Iosic, CHANGING up at
the time piece.
'sAnd dinner isn't ready. Is this your
idea of punctnality? ~
The wife made no answer.
THE fire sullling again | do wish our
servants would ever pay any attention Ia
the fire
Still Josie read ON.
Mrs. Mayburnc = calculated the nus
band
''Wcll, my dcar?" cooed Josie.
"Why don't you answer me -
What shall say?'
Anything, Mrs. Mayburne.
stWell, then. permit me to observe that
am very much interested in this book |
am reading.
Philo's brow grew dark; but he was
stopped from further comment by the ring
ing of the dinner bell
"Oystcr soup burned again, he growi-
ed, letting his spoon drop into the dish
with splash.
Il think it very nice, said Iosic.
And the beef roasted, when told cook
especially to have it boiled.
Dear me !" said Mrs. Mayburne, where
is the difference p
Difference, ma 'am-diiicrenee /! bark
cd Philo. enough difference TO spoil my
dinner. that's all.
And, pushing back his chair he strobe
away from the table.
Mrs. Mayburne stayed to finish her meal
and then sauntered into the parlor, where
her spouse sat glaring at the fire.
aWhere are my slippers, Mrs. May