The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-08-15

room with the tread Of q giantess and
the aspect Of an Amazon. She was a
tall, large woman, red-faced and reso-
Lutte with the faint shade OF q mus
tache on her upper lip. and q deep
voice like that Of a grenadier, and she
wore her cloak as II Il had been a
mans overcoat, the two sleeves tied
round her neck. while her sailor hat
would have been " snug At for her hus-
band.
''Pull OF those rubbers." said she TO
Job and the husband promptly went
down ON his knees to perform the be-
hest. Mot 30 rough-you arc as
clumsy as ever. i see; and now tell mo
why you didn't send the money TO mo
! to join you beforee"
al couldn't spare Il from my bus
mess Drusilla my DEAR" stammered
job growing scarlet
Hang up my cloak TO dry---and get
me foolstool for my feet!" COM
manded Mrs. Partapbridge. Look
sharp about it too! Well. borrowed
Fifty dollars. from Deacon Underhill.
and I've come on on my own hook. I'm
tired of being poked away In the back
woods while you're playing the fine
city gent and Ill not stand 1t any
longer; besides, / wanted to attend the
Woman's Suffrage Association. and
I'm member of tho .Sedleyville
Branch Of Female Rights Advocates
You've got a nice house here. ma'am. /"
turning to Mrs. Mickleberry. II might
have had house OF my own II Job
Partanbridge had used common sense
in his business affairs, snd listened to
my advice little"
.Drusilla, my dear" interposed
Mr.. Partanbridge but his wife darted
a leonine glance at him.
JOB Partanbridge. will you hold
your tongue, and speak when you re
spoken to-" she demanded, tartly.
Certainly, my dear. certainly"
Then let's have a specimen OF 1t.
AS was saying. Mrs Micklcuerry-
Job. go down stairs. and look in the
big basket on top of the trunk
in the hall, and get me my handker-
chief and the camphor bottle with the
little wicker-case round it-as / was
saying. that sort OF thing is just about
played out. so far as am concerned.
job hasn't no more wit than yellow
dog when he's left to himself-you
know you haven't Job. SO you may
just as well leave off opening and
shutting your mouth like a newly
landed ashland l mean to be boss
myself. Job"
Yes, dear"
Bring me the rocking chnir-now
move the screen SO the fire won't shine
in my eyes. And get hack early to-
morrow morning. and see that ! am
furnished money; want to do little
shopping"
Yes, my DEAR" said Job Partan-
bridge.
'And be ready to go with me at
eleven to the Suffrage rooms. l must
render the report OF the Sedleyville
branch"
.Yes DEAR" assented the busban
At this stage Mrs. Mickleberry in
terrupted the orders OF the command
ing general OF the Partanbridge Divi-
sion by a tray containing tea, toast
and other feminine refreshments. Mrs.
Partanbridge received them with u
contemptuous sniff.
my good lady," said she, day say
you mean we'll but don't feed off such
slops! Job!'
Yes, Drusilla!"
go round to the nearest restaurant
and get me bottle Of Dublin stout and
dish OF stewed tripe. You'll excuse
me, ma'am," to Mrs. Mickleberry,
''but we all have our little ways and
this is mine"
Away went Job Partanbridge. like
an arrow fleeing from the bow. and
soon returned with the required
dainties, off which .'my vito" supped
sumptuously,
Take nv things up stairs. Jobw
said Mrs. Partanbridge. when she had
satisfied the cravings Of nature; 1--WE
had long day OF travel, and / guess
I'll go to bed early"
II ever mortal man looked cowed,
wretched, and dismal. Job Partan-
bridge did the next morning. when he
made his appearance at the breakfast
table. Mrs. Mickleberry could not
resist one little mischievous hit.
II congratulate YOU MIR. Partan-
bridge. y she said. upon the excellent
manner in which you have developed
your theories as to conjugal discip-
hpe."
Mr.. Partanbridge choked convulsive-
ly over his coffee.
"Hush!'' he cried. Hush! she is
coming!"
Who Is comingp"
my wife,
But, ali! how differently he pro-
nounced the low. magic words from
that In which he had spoken them
twenty-four hours ago!
Mr.. and Mrs. Job Partanbridge left
the Micklebery roof that very day for
n hotel handler 70 the Woman's Suff-
rage bureau. and that was the last
Mary and her husband ever heard OF
my wife" or her humble slave. the
devoted Job.
A Good Complexion.
How few people know what good
complexion 10! A very young man Is
mt IN think that the yirl whosa com.