The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-03-03
MRS. B~UTTERPAT'S CALL.
How a Lucky Attack of Chills
Made All Things Right.

Sii'ooh w " iOiAidi ScIltlelltu III III
white goods trade. with a vast idea o
his W importance as 4 landed pro
prietor, who inherited his place out o
town from his grandfather, found one
or two things in her new home tina
were not comfortable.
Firstly, no city servant would 90 out
to Peveril on the Peak, because of the
dearth of eligible beauxin hatlocality,
and her domestic assistant was Maria,
a big young woman, who had stipulat-
ed that she was to be ''treated respect
full" and whoconsidered herself great
ly her lady's superior in intellect.
Secondly, Mrs, Butterpat had not
called on her, though she arrived in
March, and it was now June. At Pew
erii on the Peak ones social position
was established by q call from Mrs,
Butterpat. Goodness knows why.
There is no reason in such things; and
social distinction was Mrs. Boerum's
hobby. All good wives take their tone
Of thought from their husbands. and
little Mrs. Boerum had done so natu-
rally. So though left quite TO herself,
she might never have understood how
important this call was; under the tut
ton of her formal spouse she grew
morbid about it, and longed intensely
to see the Butterpat carriage drive up
to the gate. and Mrs. Butterpat, doubt
less in gorgeous satin and Lace, wear
ing great diamonds in her ears, sail up
the path and hand her card to Maria.
The little woman kept herself dressed
for the occasion that never came, and
hardly dared leave the house lest she
should miss the honor, which grew
daily more improbable,
1t was 4 terrible modification; more
over her spouse perpetually "nagged'
her on the subject.
at must be your fault, some way,
my love- he said one morning at
breakfast. II confidently expected
Mrs, Butterpat would call Oh you
amongst the first. The Boerums and
the Butterpats have been friends for
generations. You've said something
in your reckless way that has been
carried to her, u she'd have called on
my wife, as she always did on my
mother, though of course your family
not known in the neighborhood."
At this Mrs. Boerum grew angry;
remarked to Mr.. Boerum that she con-
sidered her folks quite as good as his.
and set the cream jug down with such
a whack that she Clipped 4 bit off the
bottom. And then and there they had
the first quarrel of their matrimonial
life.
Mr.. Boerum went off to catch the
for the city without kissing his
wife, and she went to her room to cry
md try to die, so that he should find
lergone forever IN his return at night,
md repent in dust and ashes of his
to he had called his angel
,nly a few months before.
1t was not, however, quite so easy to
lie at twenty, with a good constitution.
Is a broken-hearted bride might mag
nc; and when her nose was red, her $
swollen shut, her upper lin ,
nilamed and thick, and all the crimp
ut OF her hair, she sat up and gave ,
yer the attempt, and listened to a !
apid knocking on the door, which s
anne. as she guessed, from the knucklcs ;
t Maria, the girl who had undertaken
he light homework. !
Come in" she cried; and Maria &
ntcred. y
I've such a headache" said little
Boerum, with a handkerchief over |
er face. =
"Yes'm,' said Maria, sympathetic. $
lily. 81 knowed you would when | h
card master answering you back this Y
If ever I'm m%isfortunate /
nough to marry, my husband shan't
nswer me back, that l know" i
Perhaps you'd better confne your \
IF to your own affairs. Maria,' said
|rs. Boerum. I
80 l shall, if that's the thanks / get; n
nd don't you forget it. Mrs. Boerum," n
lid Maria. But what l came up !,
bout was the washwoman. She amt f
,me. and it's one o'clock" \
"Oh, dear! And / want my blue d
uslin!' sighed Mrs. Boerum. 81
you needn't cover up your face
ON me, Mrs. Boerum," said Maria. \
know jest how you look. Here. III
1t solne bay rum into the wash water. d
ID you battle your face good. How CT
Iarrelsone men Is, to be sure! Now, :"
all / 90 for Peter PiDk's aunt? W
washes. Or shall | wait unit. to- C,
| ant hired to laundry, you
.ow?" &c
ooh. wait until Tomorrow said W
re, Bocrum.
well; and I'll make you a cup So
ten said Maria. ''And don't you n,