The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1891-06-25

''BR1NG ME- THE ROCKING CHAIR"
ruption, sit is woman's duty to listen
to submit-to keep silent!''
There goes the doorbell," observed
Mrs. Mickleberry; twill you go, Moses?
it is Bridget's 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.
docs Job Partanbridge board here?
Yes? Oh, all right-tell 'em to bring
the trunks, and you, haclzman, 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 he? A pretty chase I've had after
him.
Mrs. Mickleberry looked up at the
b]anching countenance of Mr.: Job
Partan bridge in surprise and bewilder-
ment
"Who can that loud-voiced woman
possibly be-" she asked. ''Surely there
is some mistake"
"Nno!'' quoth Mr.. Partanbridge,
with chattering teeth, 1T is-my wife. -
Mrs. Partanbridge? Can it be posi-
ble?" and hospitable little Mary Micklc-
berry dropped her work and hastene d
to greet and welcome her new guest,
the paragon among women, the meek
and lowly and well-trained wife of the
doughty Job.
Mssc ~ hrsSl s-A-
room with the tread of a giantess and
the aspect of an Amazon. She was a
tall, large woman, red-faced and reso-
lutte, with the faint shade of mustache
on her upper lip, and deep voice like
that of a grenadicr, and she wore her
cloak as if it had been a 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. Mickleberry's
invitation, with force that made the
chair crack and tremble 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. mot so rough-you're as clumsy
as ever, l see; and now tell me why
you didn't send the money for me to
join you before?"
IL couldn't spare it from my bust
ness, Drusilla, my DEAR" stammered
Job, growing scarlet.
Hang up my cloak to dry-and get
ME a footstool for my feet!" command
cd Mrs. Partan bridge. "Look sharp
about it, too! Well, l borrowed fifty
dollars from DEACON Underhill, and I've
come on on my. own hook. I'm tired
of being polxed 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
of the Sedleyville Branch of Female
Rights Advocates. You've got a nice
house here, ma'am." turning to. Mrs.
Miclxleberry. II might have had a
house of my own if Job Partanbridge
had used common sense in his bust
ness affairs, and listened to my advice q
little"
"Drusilla, my dear" interposed
Mr.. Partanbridge, but his wife darted
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 q specimen of it..
AS l was saying, Mrs. Mickleberry-
Job, 60 downstairs, and look in the
big-handled 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 I was
saying, that sort of thing is just about
played out, SO far as 1 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
shutting your mouth like a newly
landed ashland mean to be boss my
self, job"
ayes, dear"
bring me the rocking
move the screen so the fire won't shine
in my eyes. And get a hack early to-
morrow morning, and see that I am
furnished money; want to do little
shopping"
eyes, my DEAR" said Job Partan-
bridge.
'.And be ready to go with me at
eleven to the suffrage rooms must
render the report of Sedleyville
branch
eyes, DEAR" assented the husband.
At this stage Mrs Mickleberry inter-
rupted the orders of the commanding
general of the Partanbridge division by
tray containing tea, toast, and other
feminine refreshment. Mrs. Partan-
bridge received the m with a contemp-
tuous sniff.
my good lady," said she, II dare
say you mean we'll, but I don't feed off
such Stops! Job!" ,exsr-.a,
Eyes, Drusilla"
go round to the nearest restaurant
and get me bottle of Dublin stout
and dish of stewed tripe. You'll ex-
cuse me, ma'am, to Mrs. Mickleberry,
''but we all have our little ways, and
this is NINE"
Away went Job Partanbridge, lie