New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-08-04
ers and beard slightly frosted

|ers and beard slightly frosted With
gray her own husband in fact.
| Enlightened, Mabel" cried he, blink.
ing at the lamp light. "Why, my
blessed girl, the shower is quite over.
See how bright it isl
He threw back the shutters and let
! the sun shine full in her fearful eyes.
s.What-why-how did you happen
to come back" gasped she, flutterlne
from his embrace with the dignity o!
| an insulted sparrow.
Cordial query, little wife! I came
Cor my dinner, but it seems l was not
expected
Dinner Mrs. Gerrish choked with
Indignation. To be put off like
! baby in this manner was too humill
| ating.
Her husband regarded her in sur
prise Glow i'll you look!'' he said,
| tenderly Strange thunder showers
should PROSTATE you so. Don't try
to come down. I'll forage for myself
in the pantry. Must bolt my dinner
in order to be at the store by 81
Sat 2! It chances to be past 5 al.
ready"
Past 5! My dear Mabel, how inco.
herently you are talking! Don't tell
me you've been struck by lightning!'
cried he, in real concern. "Look at
my watch It's just 1.15."
One-2-3-4-5-6, disputed the
| clock below, with lying impotence.
Mr.. Ger1ish threw back his head and
| fairly roared with laughter. ''Oh,
that's the game, is it? So much for
my tipping the thing over-takine
time by the forelock, as you might
say. But, dearie, how strange that
you didn't suspect that the clock was
going two hours in onel How alb
sorbed you must have been this morn
ing!"
''More absorbed than you were?'
| queried Mrs. Gerrlsh, viciously.
"Well, no, Pussy, maybe not" re-
sponded her sublimely unconscious
husband, with a roguish twinkle
you see, this is young Mrs. Gerrish's
first birthday, and I've been deeply en-
crossed in choosing gift worthy o.
| her"
"Warrenp'
"We've been engrossed. I should
say. Jenny Ebbitt's Judgment has
been everything to me. We didn't
find everything satisfactory last week..
and had to wait till o-day for thenew
lot; but Jenny declal es that we've at
last hit upon the sweetest toned piano
in Boston. Pm draadfully cut up be-
cause you can't have it on your Dirth-
day; but you can try it tomorrow.
Meanwhile, here's the bill Of sale,
made out in your name, as you'll per-
ceive Mrs Ger1ish, allow me to pre-
sent it to, you with your husbands,
love-"
"Warren, Warren, you're lots too
good for ME, sobbed his little wife,,
with self-upbraidings as wild as her
grammar.
Nonsense, goosie; no man created.
could be that" TESTED he, highly flat
tered He thought her simply over
wrought by the fierce tempest without.
OF the fiercer tempest that had ragged
within he knew nothing, either then or
afterward.
Next day along with the piano, came
Mr.. Gerrish's valise containing the
suit LETT at the tailor's for alteration.
And the post brought letter from
Miss Ebbitt. The writer had secured
a lucrative position as organist in a
New York church, might sheresign her
former position in favor OF Mrs. Ger
IRISH?
How kind OF her! It's more than
deserve, Warren cried the contrite
young wife.
And it gratified her husband to see
that she put the letter carefully away
in the very drawer which held his
dead sisters curl.-Harper's Bazaar.