The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-12-21

my husband never smoked" OBJ
served Aunt Tryphena, apparently adj
| dressing the lamp-post across the street.
'.He died, didn't he?" said Mr. Jen-
nings, turning with an air OF deep in
terest to his aunt-in-law.
.'Of course he died." said Aunt Try
phena, tartly.
81 thought So" said Mr.. Jennings.
"And l don't wonder. My DEAR" to
Clara, "since you disapprove of the
odor of a cigar, I'll take it next door,"
And off he walked.
CLARA. said Aunt Tryphena. sepul.
chrally, s'this is too much! Who lives
next door,"
MIR. Honeysweet," said Clara. '.He
was married on the same day that we
were. His wife is very pretty"
| "O-o-ei" groaned Aunt Tryphena.
'Does she allow smoking in her par
lor?'
"Oh, yes," said Clara. "All over
the house"
"My DEAR" said Aunt Tryphena,
'.your husband is being ruined. You
| must make stand"
'How do you mean make a standP''
| questioned puzzled Clara
You must make him defer to your
ideas and wishes little more. You
must teach him that man is not to be a
tyrant."
"He-he is very good husband
said Clara, with little gurgling sob in
her throat.
"Oh, WE'LL" said Aunt Tryphena, elf
you rant to be imposed upon"
'But what shall l do?" pleaded
Clara.
"My DEAR" said Aunt Tryphena,
''make this test question. Tell Mr..
Jennings that if he chooses deliberately
to set your wishes at defiance in this
matter of New Rochelle and his gay
bachelor friends"
But l dom know that they are bach
elors."
Bachelors or married men, what
does it matter? If, say. he chooses
to set your wishes at defiance, you will
leave him.
"Oh, Aunt Tryphenar'
"You will leave him." repeated Aunt
Tryphena.
'.But where shall / go?"
ITO California" said the old lady.
"1'll take you myself. I've a friend
there, married to district judge. But
depend upon it. my dear, he II never let
it come to that. He'll knuckle down at
once"
But to Aunt Tryphena's surprise, Mr..
John Jennings didn't "knuckle down at
once"
go to California, my love, by all
means" said he. II am told that the
climate there is delightful. l hope 1t
will agree with YOU"
John jennings" uttered Aunt
Tryphena, hoarsely, 'you are a
brute ~
Not at all, Aunt Tryphena," said
Mr.. Jennings. 81 am only man who
means to be the master of his own
house. shall certainly be polite to
my old friends, and if Clara objects to
it, can only view her objections with
the deepest regret. And as to Califor-
MIA, why, as / remarked before, it is a
lovely climate and remarkably health
full"
Clara" said Aunt Tryphena, eff we
sail in the Bride of the Vest. there is
no time to lose. Let us go at once and
pack"
Noon in New York Bay-the blue
waves all a-sparkle, the sun shining
down like mass of molten gold. The
Bride of the Vest, all decked with flags,
was on the eve of starting; the captain
bawling out orders; the crew on the
Qui rire; the passengers taking their
last adieu of a quarterback full of
friends who had come to see them off;
and Mrs. John Jennings, in an dqu
scuta,n cloak, and travelling hat
trimmed with mandarin yellow roses,
was sitting nervously by Aunt Tryphe-
mas side.
Clara" said that superior-minded
female, turning severely to her niece,
''what are you crying for?'
Because II can't stand it any
longer" said Mrs. Jennings, jumping
up and letting a dozen lemons which
Aunt Tryphena had purchased in view
of possible sea sickness, roll all over
the deck. ''Oh! Aunt Tryphena. l
can't leave John! I've treated him
shamefully, and I'm going back to tell
him so, and beg his pardon"
"Cla-ra!" uttered Aunt Tryphena, in
a voice like base-viol.
Il can't help it. Aunt Tryphena Oh.
yes. yes" TO the captain-.I want to
60 ashore before we start! Oh! hope
I'm not too late! Goodbye. Aunt Try
phena. hope you'll have pleasant
voyage"
Mr.. John Jennings was sitting by
the window alone, when there came
tiny knock at the door, and in walked
Mrs. John Jennings.
ats /, john" she cried, flinging
herself into his arms. II haven't gone
to California, after all; and-and I'm
so sorry l vexed you-and I'll never do
it again; and if you're determined to go
to New Rochelle, won't you keep a
place on the back seat for nie2'
My little darling, I'll do whatever
you ask me-" said Mr.. Jennings; but
-peeping around the door-'.Is Aunt
Tryphena there?"
Aunt Tryphena has gone to Cali