The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1886-03-06

e" Yes, and the widow tapped a
small 'ee't upon the carpet mus
ingly.
at seems to me that you7 second
husband understood you better than
the Others" remarked the dress
maker.
"How so? no matter; but you
must see that l am right in think
ing you do not know how to man
age your husband, Mrs. Fittem."
"You have not told your secret"
t'Do you not guess it?"
1t seems to me that you let them
have their own way"
"To be sure did. 1t 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
indifferent to ALL"
The widow Redeemed.
Perhaps l am naturally of that
kind, while you, Mrs. FIFTEEN, op-
pose, fret, scold, and 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
like mine, where a man drinks?"
81 would manage just the same. "
"But how, ma'am? how?"
"Well, well, muttered the widow
half to herself, 81 can't find opin-
ions and make annotations on
them"
"Do tell your secret, now l can
not for my life guess what it is"
"Dear Mrs. FIFTEEN, you are an
admirable dressmaker-my silk, to
use my own illustrations, sets like
a ducks foot in the mud but you
don't know how to manage hus-
band. You must come the morning
| am to be married and see that l
am all right. Mr. Blank is fastidi-
Gus. My hat is a perfect love of
hat, and makes me look charm
ingly; but let me advise you," lay
ing at the same time a nicely gaun-
tleted hand on Mrs. Fittem's
shoulder, "let your husband have
his own way" and she whirled her
Timber little shape out of the door,
with musical laugh that did not
crinkie her cheeks nor pucker her
eyes.
Mrs. FIFTEEN gave the moon
upon-the-lake dress a somewhat Wig
orous kick and exclaimed,-
"She's devel-that's what she is
and that's the way she has made
herself three times a widow"
$50 are all women hiccoughed a
maudlin voice, just coming in over
the rear threshold. "Who are YOU
contemplating, lovey? Who is it?
The dressmaker eyed him
moment scornfully, but the calling
her "lovely" did the business for
him with mingled tears and smiles
she patted his dusty shoulder, and
replied,-
"Dear, dear ducky, the nice little
widow has been telling me how
l might be a widow"
She has? She understands the
business, should think" The idea
had the effect to sober him. "What
did she want you to do, lovey?"
"Well-it was dreadful"
"Well, well, what was it? I'll
have warrant out and arrest her
I'll have her shown up for what she
is-the she Harry Tudor-the she
Blue Beard that she is" and he
went so far as to kiss the cheek of
his poor wife, who quite broke down
under this unwonted tenderness,
and threw herself into his arms.
81 will never do it, duckey,
never"
81 am sure of it, can trust you.
You are not to be a poor lone widow.
You need the protecting arm of
some husband.
Mrs. FIFTEEN drew herself up bit
at this; there was rebellion in her
look.
"Yes, she told me her secret" she
said.
"What was it lovey? 1 am sure
you would not hurt hair of the
head of your poor, devoted"
Here he broke down from some
cause or other, and staggered to one
side.
81 told her about your drinking
SO, James, and how you spent my
earnings, and how get out of pa
tionce and sometimes well nigh hate
you" This was said with grave
solemnity, and then she added
briskly. "What do you think she
told me to do 9n
Couldn't guess; but Pm very