The Penn's Grove record., 1891-06-05

your grumbling. So he's here, is hef A
pretty chase I've had after him."
Mrs. Mickleberry looked up at the
blanching countenance of Mr.. Job Par
cambridge in surprise and bewilderment'
"who can hat loud voiced woman
possibly bel" she asked. "Surely there
is some mistake"
s'N-no!" guoth Mr.. Partaubridge,
with chattering teeth, ait is-.-my WIFE,
'Mrs. Partaubridgef Can it be posi-
blea" and hospitable little Mary Mickle'
berry dropped her work and fastened to
greet and welcome her new guest, the
paragon among women, the meek and
iowly, and well-trained wife OF the
doughty Job.
Mrs. Partanbridge came into the room
with the tread Of a g%iantess and the as
pect of an Amazon. She was a tall,
large woman, red faced and %resolute,
with the faint shade Of a mustache on
her upper lip, and a deep voice like that
Of a sreuadicr, and she wore her cloak
as il it had been a mans o%vercoat, the
two sleeves tied round her neck, while
her sailor hat would have been a snug I'll
for her husband.
She sat down, at Mrs. Mickleberry'.
invitation, with a force that made the
chair crack and tremble in its every
Joint, and thrust out her feet.
.'Pull off those rubbers," she said Il
job, and the husband promptly wen
down on his knees to perform the be
hest. 'cNot so rough-you're as clums,
as ever, l see; and now tell me why yol
didn't send the money for me to ioir
you beforea"
"l-I couldn't spare it from my bust.
ness, Drusilla, my dear" stammered Job
growing scarlet.
"Hang up my cloak to dry-aud &c
me a footstool for my feet" commanded
Mrs. Partanbridge. "Look sharp abou
it, too! Well, | borrowed fifty dollar
from Deacon Underhill, and I've conn
on on my own hook. I'm tired of being
poked away in the backwoods Will
you're playing the fine city gent, and III
not stand it any longer; besides, wanted
to attend the Woman's Suffrage Associa
| ton, and Pm q member of the Scleyvill,
Branch of Female Rights Advocates
You've got a nice house here, ma'am,
turning to Mrs. Mickleberry. ~ nigh
have had a house Of my own if Job Par
cambridge had used common sense in hi
business affairs, and listened to my ad
vice a little"
'.Drusilla, my dear" interpose'
! Mr.. P~artanbridge, but his wife darted
l%eonine glance at him.
.'Job Partanbridge, will you hold you
tongue, and speak when you're spoke
to?" she demanded, tartly.
"Certainly, my dear, certainly"
'sThen let's have a specimen of it. A
I was saying, Mrs. Mickleberry-Job, 6
down stairs, and look in the b%ig-handlc'
basket on top of the trunk in the hal
and get me my handkerchief and tn
camphor bottle with the little wicker
case round it-as | was saying, that sor
of thing is Just about played out, so ia
as / am concerned. Job hasn't no NOR
wit than a yellow dog when he's left
himself-you know you haven't, Job, s
YOU NAV Just as well leave off openin,
and shutting your mouth like a newl
landed fish-aud | mean to be boss my
self, Job
"Yes, dear"
"Bring me the rocking .chair-no'
move the screen so the fire won't shine j
my eyes. And get a hack early t.
morrow morning, and see that l al
furnished money; l want to do a littl
shopping"
..Yes, my DEAR" said Job Psrtau
bridge.
"Aud be ready to go with me at 1
to the Suffrage Rooms. l must rende
the report OF the Scdleyville Branch.
Yes, DEAR" asseuted the husband.
At this stage Mrs. Mickleberry inter
rupted the orders of the commandin,
General of the Partanbridge Division b
a tray containing tea, toast and othe
feminine refreshments. Mrs. Partan
bridge received them with u contemptu
Gus sniff.
"My good lady" said she, ~ dare 50
you mean well, but l don't feed off sue
slops! Job"
"Yes, Drusillal"
"Go round to the nearest ~restaurar
and get me a bottle of Dublin stout an
a dish of stewed tripe. You'll excu'
me. ma'am," to Mrs. Mickleberry, ''br
we all have our little ways, and this
niue"
Away went Job Partanbridge, like a
arrow fleeing from the bow, aud o ri
turned with the required dainties, o
which my wife supped sumptuously.
"Take my things upstairs, job" sal
Mrs. Partanbridge, when she had sati
fed the cravings of nature; s'l've had
long day of travel, and ! guess I'll go
bed e%arlv."
If ever mortal mar looked cowet
wretched, and dismal, Job ~Partaubridg
did the next morning, when he made HI
appearance at the breakfast table. Mr.,
Mickleberry could not resist one lit
mischievous hit.
II congratulate you, Mr.. Partal
BRIDGE" she said, ''upon the excellel
manner in which you have develope
your theories as to conjugal discipline.
Mr.. Partanbridge choked convulsive'
over his coffee.
"Hush!" he cried. "Hush! che
comins!"
"Who is comingl"
my wife,"
"But, ali! how differently he pr,
nounced the low, magic words from tn,
in which he had spoken them twent,
four hours ago.
Mr.. and Mrs. Job P~artanbridge le
the Mickleberry roof that very day for
hotel handler to the ''Woman's Suffras
Bureau, and that was the last Mary an
her husband ever heard of "my wife,
her humble slave, the devoted job
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