The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1891-06-26

housekeeping. Cut her down-draw
the purse-strings a little tighter
Mr.. Mickle berry looked uncomfort-
able.
II should hardly like to do that,
Pantanbridge.
You'll never be master of your own
house until you do"
Mr.. Moses Mickleberry went home
and told his wife all about what Part
anbridge had said. Mary laughed and
colored, but she was a little angry
withal.
II wish Mr. Partanbridge would mind
his own business" said she. I'm
tired OF hearing about my wife She
must be poor, spiritless concern"
''Partanbridge is man of great abil-
ity," said Moses, gravely.
"Fiddlesticks!" said Mrs. Mickleber-
ry. "a regular hen-hussy-a thorough
going Miss Nancy"
Tim sorry you feel so about him. my
the place where he is boarding now,
and l told him he might occupy our
spare room for few days"
''Oh, I've no objections to that" said
Mrs. Mickleberry, composedly. I'm
always glad to entertain your friends,
my dear, even if they are not the most
agreeable people in the world, and l
dare say can get along with Mr.. Par
tan bridge for few days
You're a little jewel. my dear said
Moses, and he forgot all Partan bridge
insinuations at once.
Mr.. Partanbridge came, bag and bag
gage, and took possession of the spare
room in the Micllleberry mansion as
Importantly as if he had been the
Grand Turk. And thenceforward my
wife began, fguratively speaking, to
trample Mary Mickleberry into dust.
My wife spent no money; my
wife" went nowhere: my WIFE would
sooner cut off her hand than to go to a
woman's rights convention: my wife
was not literary, but spent her days do
ing homework, and her evenings mend
ing stockings. She held her husband
in salutary awe, never spoke when she
wasn't spoken TON short, knew her
place.
And how did you manage it, Partan-
bridge?" asked Mr.. Mickleberry once
again, in the admiration of his soul
Mr.. Partanbridge waved his hand
loftily
''Mickleberry!" said he, there are
some things that can't be expressed in
words"
"Fortunately!'' put in Mrs. MCKEE
berry. who was sewing away as vigor-
ously as if every stitch were an unut-
tered protest.
And" went on Mr. Partanbridge,
as if ne had not heard the inter-
ruption, 1t is woman's duty to listen
to submit-to keep silent"'
There goes the doorbell," observed
Mrs Micllleberry; will you go, Moses?
it is Bridgets evening out
My wife," commenced MIR. Partan-
bridge, would never have asked me to
perform so mental an Office as
He stopped short as loud, mascu-
line voice was heard in the entry be-
low stairs.
Does Job Partanbridge board here?
Yes? Oh, all right-tell EN- to bring
the trunks, and you, hackman, a dol
lars enough fare. You'll get no more
out of me. Clear out and let's hear no
more Of your grumbling. So he's here,
is ne? a pretty chase I've had after
him.
Mrs. Mickleberry looked up at the
blanching countenance of Mr.. Job
Partanbridge in surprise and bewilder-
ment
Who can that loud-voiced woman
possibly iee?" she asked. surely there
is some mistake -
''Nno" quoth Mr.. Partanbridge,
with chattering teeth, lit is-my wife"
Mrs nartanbridge? Can it be posi-
ble?" and hospitable little Mary Micl1le-
berry dropped her work and hastene d
to greet and welcome her new guest.
the paragon among women. the meek
and Lowry and well-trained wife OF the
doughty job.
Mrs. Partanbridge came into the
room with the tread OF a giantess and
the aspect of an Amazon. She was a
tail, large woman. red-faced and reso-
lutte, with the faint shade of a mustache
on her upper lip, and deep voice like
that of a grcnadier, and she wore her
cloak as if it had been mans over
coat. the two sleeves tied round her
neck, while her sailor hat would have
been snug fit for her husband.
She sat down, at Mrs. Mickleberrv's
invitation, with force that made the
chair crack and trembl in its every
Joint and thrust out her feet.
pull off those rubbers," said she to
Job, and the husband promptly went
down on his knees to perform the be-
hest. Not so rough-you're as clumsy
as ever, | see; and now tell me WHY
you didn't send the money for me to
Join you before?"
II couldn't spare it from my bust
ness, Drusilla, my dear" stammered
Job, growing scarlet.
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