Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-07-23
any WIFE,"

''She's very nice woman. my dear
Mickleberry, a very nice woman, in
deed.' said Mr.. Partanbridge, sagely;
"but you allow her to dictate toe
much! For instance, my wife should
never tell me not to smoke in the par
lors on account of the curtains"
at does turn 'em yellow" observed
Mr. Mickleberry, thoughtfully.
Then Job Partan bridge went into a
long discourse as to the training of
wives as helpmeets for man. He re-
lated his own experiences as proof OF
his theories.
Mr.. Moses Mickleberry went home
and told his wife all about what Par
cambridge had said. Mary laughed and
colored, but she was a little angry
withal.
Il wish Mr.. Partanbridge would
mind his own business" said she.
'rm tired OF hearing about my wife,
She must be a poor, spiritless con-
cern."
"Partanbridge is q man of great
ability" said Moses, gravely.
'.Fiddlesticks!'' said Mrs. Mickle-
berry. "A regular hen-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 l told him he might occupy
our spare room for a few days."
"Oh, I've no objections to that, "
said Mrs. Mickleberry composedly.
"Tm 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. Partanbridge for few days. ="
you're little jewel, my DEAR"
said Moses, and he forgot all Partan-
bridges insinuations at once.
Mr.. Partanbridge came, bag and
baggage and took possession of the
spare ROOM in the Mickleberry man.
sion as importantly as if he had been
the Grand Turk. And thenceforward
my wife" began, fguratively speak
Ing, 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
sanitary awe, never spoke when she
wasn't spoken TON short, knew her
place.
And how did you manage IT, Part
anorldge" asked Mr.. Mickleberry
once again, in the admiration of his
soul.
Mr.. Partanbridge waived his
hand loftily.
"Mickleberry!" said he, 'there are
some things that can't be expressed in
words"
'fortunatelym put in Mrs. Mickle-
Jerry who was sewing away as vigor-
ously as If every stitch were an unut-
tered protest.
And, " went on Mr.. Partanbridge,
as II he had not heard the interruption,
~ ~ Is womans duty to listen-to sub
"lt-to keep silence!"
There goes the door-bell," OBJ
served Mrs. Mickleberry; will you go,
'ioses' it is Bridget's evening out"
my wife," commenced Mr.. Partan-
.sage. would never have asked me
perform SO mental an Office as-''
y, ne stopped short as loud, mascu-
nne voice was heard in the entry be-
low the stairs.
Does Job Partanbridge board
h hsIe' les? Oh, all right-tell EN- to
= lug the trunks, and you, hackman.
mo ooliars enough fare. You'll get no
lure lure out OF me. Clear out and let's
h hear no more of your grumbling. So
h he mere is he? A pretty chase I've
aad after him."
hrs rs' Mlckleberry looked up at the
p.anching countenance of Mr.. Job
nent ' r. A'o Oh" "" ''"0'
,o Who can that loud voiced woman
tbHssloiy be?" she asked. Surely
er ere Is some mistake"
Viii Mo-" quoth Mr.. Partanbridge,
VA, ehattering teeth. 'itis-my wife"
s;h,a Mrs ar Partanbridge? Can it be pos
Mo-, and hospitable little Mary
bas,A'eoerry dropped her work and
| new to greet and welcome her
tho guest the paragon among women.
|wifo meek as and lowly, and well-trained
Ne Ne OF the doughty Job.
" fartanbridge came into the