New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-08-04
Hike getting you 8 new sugar dish, bein
he's IN the crockery line

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like getting you . new sugard dish, bein'
he's IN the crockery line
1T breaks that set, you see, /" equiv
coated the proud little matron, hui
moring his conceit. Better to pass
for ninny than Jealous wife.
We all have our pesters," phiios-
ophized Uncle Jabez, placing the sticks
in the woodbox with fond elaboration.
"Now yon know how twas at my
house last spring. My wife was sick,
and l had a narrer squeak to get
along; but now my wife's dead, and
Pm out of debt, and thank the Lord!
Hullo! here is Lunt's team!'
The entering grocer nodded affably
to Mr.. Gerrish as he dropped the par
cells upon the table.
"Warm morning, ma'am. Shower
brewing. Mr.. Gerrish to BECOME long?"
mo, only till noon. He has run up
to Boston,
ooh, l supposed he was going fur
ther, noticed he carried avalise and
got checks for New York
''Guess he was seeing to jimmy Eb.
bits traps" volunteered Uncle Ja-
bez, following the grocer out to beg a
ride. She's started for New York.
They're tinkerin' the meetin' house,
and she's free to run off"
"And to stay off, for all me!''' NUT
tered the little matron, sweeping up
the scattered sawdust with a spiteiul
hirt of her broom. "Why didn't War
rem tell ME she was going? He's amaz-
lngly coy about speaking Of his old
love-"
Old love in more senses than one.
Miss Ebbitt was thirty at the least for
all she would persist in dressing as
youthfully as herself-l9 this very day!
What ravishing bonnets the coquette
did wear, and what airs she put on in
the choir, where she always sat next
Mr.. Gerrish! Often whispering to him,
too. Was it necessary for organist
and chorister everlastingly to confer
with each other? In that case
ag5grieved Mrs. Gerrish wished that
she might be the organist herself. With
a little more practice in the use Of
pedals, she was sure she could play as
well as Miss Ebbitt. At all events she
could have played as we'll before she
left her fathers home and the dear
piano. Warren had praised her exc
cution in those days. He needn't
trouble himself to praise it again, if
Jennie Ebbitt was "every thing to
him. What else had he said to Miss
Jenny that day? Had she been IN
Uncle Jabez' place, Mrs Gerrish felt
sure she should have heard every
WORD, had her husband whispered
ever so softly. Was he at the present
moment holding Miss Jennies shawl
about her in the cars, as he held it in
the carriage? Did not the woman
possess a shawlpin?
Ten O. clock, and the dishes unwashed
The belated little housekeeper barred
her dlmpled arms and made feint OF
haste; but the stroke Of II found her
hands still in soapsuds. and her
thoughts in Boston. Warren called
Miss Ebbit a superior woman Pity
he hadn't married her! A lovely life
they might have led discussing proto-
plasm and the correlation of forces,
II she, the gay girl wife, had not stepped
in between them. Once she had told
Warren as much, and been silenced by
a kiss. Yet last Wednesday week,
when she got vexed at chess and threw
the queen across the room, he had
called her silly child, and soon after
had taken his hat and gone out.
1t was evident enough now what he
went for. He went to invite Jennie
Ebbitt to accompany him the next
day to Boston. Uncle Jabez had wit
messed their return. In PLAIN English,
Warren had become weary OF his
foolish little wife, and preferred the
society OF a reasonable woman.
Twelve o'clock! Well, by this time
he had doubtless seen Miss Jenny off
to New York, and he must be on the
train for home. She would put the
pudding in to bake.
At 1, the usual hour of dining, the
pudding was dough and the lamb not
half roasted: What allied the oven?
For once in his life her husband would
have to wait Tor his dinner. Mrs.
Gerrlsh said to herself that she didn't
care. He had been partaking of an in
| tellectual feast with Miss Jenny, he
must make that do.
But when at 2 O'Clock the dinner
was smoking in the warming oven,
she chafed at his non-appearance
Why should he delay on this OF all
days, while the heavens bewailed a
furious tempest? He knew her dread
OF lightning. He had never before neg
lected her SO cruelty What if-absurd
fancy!-what if he had really gone on
a journey as the grocer had sup
posed? Gliding herselffo the thought
she rushed up stairs to prove its fall
lacy. Through gathering gloom she
glided straight to her husbands closet,
suggestively open. Where was the va
lise that had stood in one corner:
Where indeed? The space it had filled
Knocked her with it's darkness. A new
suit fresh from the tailor's had also
vanished-yes, and the bank book
In PHYS name, why had her husband
needed that? Had he gone on to New
York with Miss Ebbitt?
Transfxed with horror at the sas
picion, the miserable young wife glarec
at the dismantled wardrobe till reused
to physical fear by a terrific thunder
bolt. Then. half frenzied. she lighted