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

no more of your grunbling. So he's
here. is he? A pretty chase I've had
after him."
Mrs. Mickleberry looked up at the
blanching countenan0a of Job Partan.
bridge in surprise and bewilderment.
Who can that loud-voiced woman
possibly be?" she asked. Surely there
is some mistake"
''N-no.' quoth Mr.. Partanbridge.
with chatteriug teeth, lit is-my wife. y
Mrs. Partanbridge? Can it be pos
sib!e?' and hospitab!e little Mary
Micklebcrry dropped her work and
FASTENED TO greet and welcome her lie "
guest. the paragon among women. the
meek and lowly and well-trained wife
of the doughty job.
Mrs Partaubridge came into the
room with the tread of giantesS and
the aspect of IN Amazon. She WAS ii
tail, large woman. red-faced and re-
solute. with the faint shade Of Il
mustache on her upDer~lip and IA deep
voice like that of n grenadier. and she
wore her cloak as if it had been a
mans oveTcoat, the two sleeves tied
round her neck. while her sailor hat
husband.
She sat down, at Mrs. Mickleberrv's
invitation. with force that made the
chair crack and trcmbIc in its every
joint. and thrust out her feet.
Pull off those rubbcrS." said she to
Job. and the husband promptly went
down on his knees to perform the be-
hest. Not so rough-youre as clum-
sy as ever, see; and now tell me why
YOU didn't send the money for me to
join you before?'
IL couldn't spare it from by busi-
ness. Drusilla. my DEAR" stammercd
Job, growing scarlet.
Hang up my cloak to dry-and get
me footstool for my feet!' command
ed Mrs. Partanbridge. Look sharp
about it, too! Well. / borrowed so
from Deacon Underhill and I've come
on on my own hook. I'm tired Of
being poked away in the backwoods
while you're playing the fine city gent.
and I'll not stand it any longer; be-
sides. | wanted TO attend the Woman's
Suffrage association. and I'm Il MEM
ber of the Sedleyville branch of Fe-
male Rights Advocates. You've got a
nice house here na'am." turning to
Mrs MicklebeFry. Il might have had
house of my own if Job Partanbridge
had used common sense in his business
affairs, and listened to my advice a
little"
',Drusila. my DEAR interposed
Mr.. Partanbridgc. but his wife darted
leonine glance at him.
.,.TDbu p.trto hril ua will Won hold
your tonguc. and speak when you're
spoken to?' she demanded. tartly.
Certainly. my dear, certainly!'
Then let's have specimen of it.
As | was saying, Mrs. Mickleberry-
job 90 downstairs and look in the
bighandled basket on top of the trunk
in the hall, and get me my handker
chief and the c;tmphor bottle with the
little Wicker-case round it-as | was
saving, that sort of thing is just about
PLAYED out, so far rs | am concerned.
Job hasn't no more wit than a yellow
dog when he's left to himself-you
know YOU haven't, Job, so YOU may
Just as well leave off opening and shut
ting your mouth like IL newly landed
iiSh-and | mean TO be boss myself,
Jobr'
Yes. dear"
Bring me the rocking-chair-no
move the screen SO the fire won't shine
in my eyes. Aud get Il hack early to-
morrow morning. aud 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 II
to the suffrage rooms. | must render
the report of the Sedleyvile branch"
Yes, dear aSscnted the husband.
At this stage Mrs. Mickleberrv inter-
rupted the orders of the commanding
general of the Partanbridg re division by
IL tray containing tea, toast, and other
feminine refreshments. Mrs. Partan-
bridge received them with contemp-
tuouS sniff.
My good lady" said she. Il dare
say you mean we'll but don't feed off
such slopS! Job!n
Yes. Drusilla.'
go round TO the nearest restaurant
and get me Il bottle of Dublin stout
and Il dish of stewed tripc. You'll ex-
cusc me, ,ma'am, TO Mrs. Micklcberry.
"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 dain-
ties, off which my wife" supped
sumptGously.
Take my things upstairs ,Jobr' said
Mrs. Partanbridge. when she had salts
lied her cravings of nature. I've had
Il long day of travel. and | guess I'll go
TO bed early"
If ever mortal man looked cowed,
wrctched and dismal Job Partanbridge
did the next morning W hen he made his
appearance ut the breakfast table Mrs.
could not resist one little
hit.
Il congratulate you. Mr.. Partan-
bridge, she said. "upon the excellent
manner in which you have developed
your theories as 10 conjagaI discip-
line"
Mr.. Partanhridgc chokcd conyu!sive-
ly over his coffee.
''Hushi" he cried. Hush! she is
.'Who is coming?"
MY wife,
But. ah! how differently he pro-
nounced the low, magic words from the
way in which he had spoken them
twenty -four hours ago!
Mr.. and Mrs. Job Partanbridge left
the Mickleberry roof that very day for
a hotel handler TO the "Woman's Suf-
frage Bureau and that was the last
Mary and her husband ever heard of
my wife" or her humble slave the de-
voted job. .-Hc'cn Forest GraUeS in n.
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