New-York tribune., 1890-06-01
THEIR FIRST rNPLEASANTNESS.
From The Chicago Tribune.

From The chicago lIlDuh'
Mr.. and Mrs. Bolivar Pyke had been married ABOUT
six weeks, and were sun opprG'siYeH haPp}, N9t
ripple Of discord had ,tlrrcd me iios pohd o 'heI
domestic harmony and their NE had run a. smoothly
and unobstmctvely as a Chicago baseball Cube
progress down the to6oggan slide II theIc wa ahi
hing that could have made bohVaT haPp!er Il. uloi !
know what it wa-, unless, possibly, 1t was I" hca
that his tough, leathcry and gfaaping oid uncle IN
California had gone u The good "oiIa ~m.e inc % i
dtou of forty more cuTbOards and clgsele 10 tho
housc could hardly have added to the felicity oi his
Thls may sound like exaggeration. but you have
positively no idea how unrcd>onabN ana absuiuP
wal an evening IN May-an ordinary evening IN
May. Io00-and the rain hadn't stopped. 1t wa, wa,
falling as II fell in the seventeenth day OF The second
mnnt6 of the GOOh year OF the life Of one Noah and
in sheer despair the signal service man had begun 10
p'eoi9 BicnsyistaS said Eollvar, looking abstractedy
about the room, If it wouldn't w. asking too great a
iDVoI What is it. dearl' asked Mrs Pykc, ondery.
Please try the other knee awhile This one l.
You have never said anything like that before.
Bolivar" she protested reproachIully "Terhaps Pd
To% don't get huny. darling. You don't look so
pretty when yOu frOwn.'
" / am not frow ming Bolivar
" You certainly are buenay.sta' , ,
Then don't 4Qoh prety M y & she exclaimed, a., oGuhf r,p
Mr.. Pyle! You you-y"u're getting Urea oi me-
I-I-wish was n...,... aon,, 10 too,,h
There's nothing 10 quarrel about
"Im not quaTeng, ,rl I'm not going 10 to gnarrc
st,fr se Ic one Va W2o doe ' it, @ W. PIKE yHe N ''
= glad 10 hear ii. my dear"
"You needn't call me your dear. am not dcar
Il II thought you said you we're not going to quar-
rel"
! ~ did sir, and / not. In spite of your con
duct, MIR ryke, am stl your LOVING WIFE
Ho oe" sr a. am not your dearest
! Wcll, Buenavista, thcn-if you prefer it'll you
are stll my loving WIFE won't You please sing some
What for1 Are vou afraid I'll try 10 sit on your
30 no. Buenavisa. l thought it might cleaI lea
up the a,mos pcre Of this room little. That's all
With the aspect Of "A martyr going checrfnlly to the
stake, Mrs. Pyke went to The piano and sat down
before II.
What shall | slngl7 she asked meckly.
! Perhaps perhaps il would make thing
seem more cheerful if you should tackle Home sweet
Mrs Pyke fixed her eyes a spdt near the celnt
where tie wall paper didn't exactly match, and
walled ont the touching melody:
mid pie -surcs and paa laccs. tho o ugll'-
| know we'll enough. Mr.. Pyke you have only asked
| me TO sing this to make me appear ridiculous, bu
| Pm going 10 do il we may r0oo am, Be II
| c-e-evc- eer SOL think any who tries 20 MAKE
his wife the object OF Tldculc, never. never carcf
| anything for hcr-'hu u-u mble. there's nooo place
Iike'-I have always done everything cOnld % make
home pl p pleasant. and yon, you know tho ONE
4 cha arm from the sklles seems to,-scems hI'
have it-.haa lIo % ow the c-erc, Which see eel
| through the wo-oorld IS necr mce-et with else
| through If IL k.kkills me-.swc c e-ect. swc G ecc
home There's no 90 place lilc'ain't you ASHAMED
Of yourself Bolivar yhc, 10 sit there pretending yo
care anything about our home any more Or me either
| dear can'tl Yes will! | will !-'ho-o O-ome !! -
As her quavering voice sounccd the laht wOfd o
the song a manly voice Joined IN with deep bass
her trembling little fingers we're gathered In clos'
| grasp her head sank B0livars shoulder, and -
| Bnt what business has any outside barbarian u
! he intrndne hcrel Let us retire