The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-07-16
my WIFE. ="

Shes 4 very nice woman, my dear
Micklebcrry. IA very nice woman. in
deed!' said Mr.. Partanbridge. sagely;
but you allow her to dictate too
much! For instance. my wife should
never tell me not 10 smoke in the par
lOrs on account of the cGrtains!
at does turn 'em yellow observed
Mr.. Mickieberry. lhoughtfullv.
'Granlcd-bnt what becomes of your
coHiugal superiority? And then YOU
didn'r buy that corner lot because she
advised you not TO! What is Il woman's
judgment worth in Il matter of business
like that, Mickieberryr'
Mary knows more than half the
men going" parenthetically asserted
Mr.. Mickleberry.
Excuse me, Micklcberry, but you
don't keep her in her place! Don't the
scriptures expressly say that woman is
the weaker vessel? | should like to
see Mrs. Partanbridge vertluing to op-
pose me!'
Mr.. Micklcberry looked admiringly
at his biz friend.
How do you manage it. Partan-
bridge?' he questioned little timidly.
Tact, my dear fcllow-tact.d dignity,
supremacy! wouldn't have mentioned
It if circumstances hadn't pointed
directly to the fact but you are getting
en-peckcd, Mickleberry. Every body
notices it. You must gather up the
reins of domestic managemeut-you
must assert yourSelf!'
Mr.. Micklcbcrry laughed.
But what is the use of asserting
myself?n he asked. jocosely. Every
thing goes on like clockwork ut home
Mary always meets me with a smile
-she spends The money scnsibly, and
never asks me for an unnecessary
cent?
Does she tell you how she spends
Not always, but"
Mr. Partanbridgc interrupted his
friend with a groan.
'Oh, these women, these Woment |
should like to see my wife buvinT silk
dress, as Mary did last week, without
first consulting me-
But she had saved the money out
Of her housekeeping funds"
Then, my dear fellow. it's a sign
that YOU give her too much money for
housekeeping. Cut her dowu-draw
the purse-slrings little tighter"
Mr.. Micilebegry looked uncomfort-
able.
IL shnuli hardly like to do that,
Partanhridgc."
you'll neycr he master in your own
house until you do.
Moses Micklebcrrv went home and
told his wife all about what Pal tam
bridge had said. Mary laughed aud
colored, but she WAS little angry
withal.
Il wish Mr. Partanbridge would
mind his own business, said she. Pm
tired of hearing about my wife She
must hc Il poor, spiritlcsS concern"
"Partanbrid@e is Il man of great
ability" said Moses gravely.
"Fiddlesticksi' said Mrs. Mckleber-
ry. "A regular het-hussy-a thorough
going Miss Nancy!'
I'm sorry YOU feel so about him, my
dear, said Moses for he doesn't like
the place where he is boarding now,
and | told him he iLht occupy our
spareroum for Il few DAYS"
"Oh. I've no objections to that said
Mrs. Micklcberry. composedly. I'm
always glad to cntertain your friends.
my dear. even If thev are not the most
agreeable people in the world, and |
dare say | can get along with Mr..
Partanhridge for few days"
You re Il little jewel. my dear" said
Moses and he forgot all Partanbridge's
insinuaiiDns ut once.
Mr. Partanhrilge came. bag aud
baggage, and took possession of the
'sparc-room' in the Mickleberry man
sion as Importantly as if he had been
the Grand Turk. And thenceforward
my wife began. iiguratively speak
ing, TO trample Mary Mickleberry into
dust.
My wife" spent no money; my
wife" went uowh here; my wife, would
sooner cut off her hand than 90 to
woman's rights conventions; my wife,
was not literary, but spent her days
doing homework and her evenings
mendng stockings. She held her hus-
baud in Saiutary awe, never spoke
when she wasn't spoken to-iu short.
knew her place.
And how did you manage it. Par
tanbrdge?' asked Mr.. Mickleberrv
once again, III the admiration of his
soul
Mr. Partanbridge waved his hand
loftilv.
.'Micklcberry, said he, "there are
some things that can't be expressed in
words"
''Fortuuatelvw put in Mrs. Mickle-
berry. who was sewing away as vigor-
ousy as if every stitch were an unut-
tered protest.
And" went on Mr.. Partanbridge,
as If he had not heard the interruption,
lit is woman's duty 10 listen, to submit.
to keep siience!
There goes the door-bell, observed
Mrs. MickIeberry; "wil. you &c, Acses?
Ii is bridgeIs evening out"
My wife. commenced Mr. Partan-
bridge. would never have asked NE
to perform 50 mcuial an office ass
He stopped short as loud. masculine