Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-05-08

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and called me PIT names that would have
/ delighted Fannie 0sgood, the poet. Itook
| them all patiently"
| PATIENTLY y cried the bearer at must
have been delightful"
Yes. When he cal cd me pet l bad an
excuse Tor being girlish; if hirdle, might
trlli my notes; queeny might be cold ana
| proud, SO he had it all his own way. But
your sentimental man wants good deal OF
| sentiment in return; must be INDUCED ana
coddled. and sees everything in sweet
| Arcadian light; wants his wife to dress In
out-of-the-way styles"
1t seems to me that your second nus
| band understood you better than the 9TH
ers," remarked the dressmaker.
How so? no matter. But you must see
| that am right in thinking that you do not
know how TO manage your husband, Mrs.
FIFTEEN"
You have not yet told me your secret"
!" Do you not guess it?"
= 1t seems to me that you let them have
their own way"
ITO be sure did. II is fatal to man or
to woman always to have their own way.
A little contention is the passport of love.
Nothing is more fatal than indifference"
And You married three men and indif-
ferent to all ~
The widow REDEEMED.
Perhaps. l am naturally of that kind
while You, Mrs. FIFTEEN, oppose, fret and
scold, and are not happy yourself, nor do
you make him any the better man. Men
are not easily turned about"
What would you do in a case Ike mine
where man drinks"
p" | would manage Just the same
But how, ma'am, how"
Well, well, muttered the widow half
| to herself, l can't find opinions and make
| annotations on them"
:" Do tell your seer. tnow-I can not for
my life guess what it is
Dear Mrs. FIFTEEN, you are an admira-
BILE dressmaker. My silk, 10 use your own
illustration, fits like ducks foot in the
| mud but you don't know how to manage
| husband. You must come the morning
| am to be married, and see that | am all
! right. Mr.. Blank is fastidious Ny hat is
| a perfect love of hat, and makes me look
| charming but let me advise you" llying
| at the same time a nicely-gauntleted hand
on Mrs. Fittem's shoulders, A. let your hus-
band have his own way and she whIled
| her timber littles shape out of the door.
with a musical little laugh that did rot
crinkle her cheeks nor quicker her eyes.
| Mrs. FIFTEEN gave the moon-upon-the-
lake dress somewhat vigorous kick. and
exclaimed:
"Shes devil, that's what she is. and
| that is the way she has made herself three
| times a widow"
- So are all women, hiccoughed maud
lin voice, Just coming in over the rear
| threshold. Who are You contemplating,
lovey Who is it?n
The dressmaker eyed him a moment
scornfully, but the calling her "loyev' did
the business for him. with mingled tears
! and smiles she patted his dusty shoulder,
and replied:
Dear, dear duckey. the nice little wild
| ow has been telling me how-how | might
be widow"
She has? She understands the bust
ness, | should think" The idea had The
effect to sober him. What did she want
you to do, lovey? ?"
Welt was dreadful
Well, well, what was it? I'll have a
warrant out and arrest her"
| never will do it. duckey, never"
am sure of it, can trust You You
are not tit to be poor. lone widow You
need the protecting arm of some husband"
| Mrs. FIFTEEN drew herself up bit at this.
there was a rebellion in her look.
Yes, she told me her secret" she said.
| What was If, lovey? l am sure you
would not hurt hair of the head of vour
| poor, devoted
| Here he broke down from some cause or
other, and staggered to one side
| - told her about your drinking so.
James, and how you spent my earnings
and how ! get out of all patience and some
times well nigh hate YOU" This was said
with grave solemnity, and she added
briskly: What do you think she told me
| 20 do ~
Couldn't guess; but I'm very sure you
won't do it,
| Never-you would not live month"
| Do tell-do tell what it was"
| She told me to let you have your own
way-think of thatr'
| The mans eyes twinkled with wicked
mirth.
That wasn't so bad, lovey."
| Not so bad why you would drink
yourself to death in a month or less, if
| let you have your own way
Oh, no; | would be cautious for your
dear sake, so unfit to be widow Let ME
have my own way, lovey; I'll take the
| risk
And she did-she followed the widows
! advice. Under the circumstances. the
reader can easily divine why Mrs FIFTEEN
| became widow.-[ Boston Budget