Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1891-09-04

berry, who was sewing away rs vigor-
ously rs if every stitch were an unuttered
protest.
and" went on Mr. Partanbridce, rs
if he had not heard the interruption, sit
is Il womans duty to listcn-to submit
to keep silcncc!'
"Thcrc goes tho door-bell," observed
Mrs. Micklcberry; twill you go, Moses.
it is Bridget's evening out"
"My wife," commenced Mr.. Partan-
bridge, "would never have asked me to
perform so mcninl IN office u.s."
lie stopped short MS n loud, masculine
voice was heard in the entry below stairs.
docs Joe Partanbridgc board here3
Yes! Oh, all right---tell 'crn to bring the
trunks, and you, hickman. Il dollars
enough fa:c. You'll get no more out of
me. Clear out and lets hear no more of
your grumblinS. So hes here, is hca A
pretty chase I've had after him."
Mrs. Mick!eberry looked up mt the
blanchiny countcnancc of Mr.. Job Par
cambridge in surprise and bcwilderncnt.
"Who can that loud voiced woman
possibly bci" she asked. "Surcly there
is some mistake"
"N-noV Iuoth Mr.. Partanbridcc,
with chattcring teeth, sit is---my wife"
Mrs. Partanbridgc? Can it be posi-
blc" and hospitabc little Mary Micklc-
berry dropped her work and hastcned to
greet and welcome her new guest, the
paragon among women. the meek and
lowly, and wcll-traincd wife of the
doughty job.
Mrs. Partanbridse came into the room
With the tread of u ginntcss and the as
poet OF M Amazon. She was tall,
large woman, red faced and resolutc,
with the faint shndc of mustachc on
her upper lip, and IL deep voice like that
Of Il grcnadicr, and she wore her cloak
rs il it had been n mans overcoat, the
two sleeves tied round her neck, while
her sailor hat would have been a snur fit
for her husband.
She sat down, at Mrs. Micl5.ebcrry's
invitation. with force that made the
chair crack and trcmblc in its every
joint. and thrust out her feet.
'pull oil those rubbcrs," she said to
Job, and the husband promptly went
down on his knees to perform the be-
hest. ''Not so rough-yourc rs clumsy
rs ever, see; ard now tell me why YOU
didn't send the money for me to join
you beforc:'
ell couldn't spare it from my bust
ness, Drusilla, my dear" stammcred job,
growing scarlet.
"IIang up my cloak to dry-and get
ire Il foots;ool for my feet" commanied
Mrs. Partanbridgc. "Look sharp about
it, too, Well, | borrowed fifty dollars
from Deacon Cndcrhill, and I've cumc
on on my own hook. I'm tired o! being
pokcd away in the backwoods while
you're playing the fine city gent. and I'll
not stand it any longer; besides, I wanted
to attend the Woman's Suffrage Associn-
ton, and Pm n member Of the Sclcyvillc
'ranch of Female Rights Advocates.
You've got nice house here, ma am"
turning to Mrs. Mickleberry. az might
have had Il house Of my own if Job Par.
cambridge had used common sense in his
business affairs, and listened 30 my ad.
vice n little"
"Drusila, my dear" intcrposed
MIR. Partanbridgc, but his wife dartcd
lconinc glance at him.
"Job Partanbridgc, will you hold your
tongue, and speak when you're spoken
!o!" she demanded, tartly.
"Ccrtainlv, my dear, certainly"
''Then lets have Il specimen of ii. As
| was saying, Mrs. INSTRUMENTATION. 20
down stairs, end look in the big-handcd
basket on top of the trunk in the hall
and get me my handkerchief and the
camphor bottle with the little wicker.
case round it-as was sayne. that sort
OF thing is just about played cut, so far
rs am concerned. Job hasn't 10 more
wit than yellow dog when he's left to
nimself-you know you haven't, job, So
you may just rs we'll leave of opening
and shutting your mouth like newly
landed tish-and mean to be boss my
self, Job.
"Yes, dear"
"Brng me the rocking chair-now
move the screen 20 the lire won't shine in
my eyes. And .ct hack early to.
morrow morning, and see that I am
furnished money; want to do little
shopping"
"Yes, my dear" said Job rArtan-
bridge.
"And be ready to go with mo at II
the report Of the ScdIeyvillc Branch"
YES, dear ass-nted the husband.
At this stage Mrs. Mick c5crry inter
rupted the orders OF the commandinr
General of the Partanbridgc Division by
u tray containing tea, toast and other
feminine refreshments. Mrs. Partan-
bridge rccei".d them with IL contcmptu-
Gus sniE.
"AIy good lady," said size, 81 dare say
you mean we'll, but don't feed oil such
slops! job"
"Ies, Dr,silla!"
$50 rorni to the nearest restaurant
and get mo " bottle of Dublin stout and
dish of s:ewcd tripc. You'll excuse
ne. ma'air. to Mrs. Micsleberry, "but
we all HAYS our little ways, aud this is
mine"
Away wHnt job parianbrdge, like an
arrow tccirg from the bow, aud soon re.
turned with the required daintics, oil
which my wife suppcd sumptuously.
Take n.J things upstairs, Job!" said