Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1891-07-17

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wife" went nowhere; ''my wife, would
sooner cut off her hand than TO go to a
woman's rights convention: ''sny wife"
was not literary. but spent her'days do
ing housework, and her evenings mend
ing stockings. She held her husband
in salutary awe, never spoke when she
wasn't spoken to-in short, knew her
place.
And how did you manageit. Partan-
bridge?" asked Mr. Micklebcrry once
again. in the admiration of his soul.
Mr. Partanbridge waved his hand
loftily.
"Mielzleberry!' said he, there are
some things that can't be expressed in
words"
Fortunately put in Mrs Miekle-
berry, who was sewing away as vigor-
ously as if every stitch were an unut-
tered protest.
And went on Mr.. Partanbridge,
as if he had not heard the inter
ruption, lit is woman's duty TO listen
to submit-to keep SILENT
There goes the doorbell," observed
Mrs. Mickleberry; ''wil you go, Moses?
it is Bridget's evening out. ="
s.My wife" commenced Mr.. Partan-
bridge, would never have asked me ID
perform so menial an office as"
He stopped short as a loud, mascu-
line voice was heard in the entry be-
low stairs.
Does Job Partanbridge-bos here?
Yes? Oh. all right-ten EN- to bring
the trunks, and you. hacl,man, dol
lars enough fare. You'll get no more
ont of me. Clear out, and let's hear no
more of your grumblings So he's here,
is he? A pretty chase I've had after
him
Mrs. Micllleberry looked up at the
blanching countenance of Mr.. Job
Partanbridge in surprise and bewilder-
ment.
''Who can that loud-voiced woman
possibly be?" she asked Surely there
is some mistake -
.'N-nor' quoth Mr.. Partanbridge.
with chattering teeth, 1T is-my wife. ."
Mrs. Partanbridge? Can it be posi-
ble?" and hospitable little Mary Mickle-
berry dropped her work and hastened d
to greet and welcome her new guest.
the paragon among women, the meek
and lowly 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
| tall. large woman, red-faced and reso-
lutte, with the faint shade of mustache
on her upper lip, and deep voice like
that of grenadier. 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 a 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 ''Not 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 busi-
ness, Drusilla, my dear" stammered
Job, growing scarlet.
"Hang up my cloak to dry-and get
me footstool for my feetl" command
ed Mrs. Partanbridge. Look sharp
about it, too! Well. | borrowed fifty
dollars from Deacon Underhill, and I've
come on on my own hook. I'm tired
of being poked away in the baclzwoods
while you're playing the fine city gent,
| and III not stand it any longer; be-
sides, / wanted to attend tho Woman's
Suffrage association, aud I'm member
of the Sedleyville Branch of Female
Rights Advocates. You've got a nice
house here, maam." turning to Mrs.
Mickleberry. II might have had
house of my own if Job Partanbridge
had used common sense in his busi-
ness affairs, and listened tc my advice a
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, tarfly.
Certainly, my dear, certainly
'sThen let's have a specimen of it.
AS l was saying, Mrs. Mickleberry-
Job, go downstairs, and look in the
big-handled basket on top of the trunk
in the hall, and get me my handl1er-
chief and the camphor bottle with the
little wiclzcr-case round it-as 1 was
saying, that sort of thing is Just about
played out, so far as l am concerned
Job hasn't no more wit than yellow
dog when he's left to himself-you
know you haven't, Job, so you may
just as we'll leave off opening and
shutting your mouth like a newly
landed fish-and mean to be boss my
self, job"
"Yes, dear"
Bring me the roc.:ing- g-chair-now
move the screen so the fire won't shine
in my eyes And get hack early to-
morrow morning, and see that / am
furnished money; want to do a little
shopping"
Yes, 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
"Yes, dear" assented the husband.
At this stage Mrs Mickleberry inter
rupted the orders of the commanding
general of the Partanbridge division by
a tray containing tea, toast, and other
feminine refreshment. Mrs. Partan-
bridge received them with a contemp-
tuous sniff.
'eMy good lady" said she, 81 dare
say you mean well, but l don't feed OFF
such slops. Jobr'
Eyes, Drusillay'
''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 Micllleberry,
''but we all have our little ways, and
this is mine
Away went Job Partanbridge, like
an arrow fleeing from the bow, and
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