The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1891-08-29


Mr.. Miclsle berry looked uncomfort
able.
IL should hardly like to do that
Pantanbridge.'' sri
You'll never be master of your owl
house until you do -.-.s--s--,.ss.
MIR. Moses Miclsleberry went HON,
and told his wife all about what Part
anbridge had said. Mary laughed ane
colored, but she was q little angr,
withal.
II wish Mr.. Partanbridge would mint
his own business" said she. ..ru
tired OF hearing about my wife Sh.
must be poor, spiritless concern"
"Partanbridge is man of great abil
ity," said Moses, gravely. w
"Fiddlesticksr' said Mrs. Miclleber
ry. "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 told him he might occupy our
spare room for few days"
| "Oh, I've no objections to that" said
Mrs. Mickleberry, composedly. "I'm
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.. Par.
cambridge for few days"
You're little jewel, my DEAR said
Moses, and he forgot all Partanbridge' IS
insinuations at once.
Mr.. Partan bridge came, bag and bag
gage, and took possession of the spare
room" in the Mickleberry mansion as
Importantly as if he had been the
Grand Turk. And thenceforward ssmy
wife" began, figuratively speaking, 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 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 manage it, Partan-
bridge?" asked Mr.. Mickleberry once
again, in the admiration of his soul
Mr.. Partanbridge waved his hand
loftily.
"Mickleberry!" said he, '.there are
some things that can't be expressed in
Words
"Fortunatelyr' put in Mrs. Mickle-
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 silentr'
There goes the doorbell," observed
Mrs Mickleberry; twill you go, Moses?
it is Bridget's evening out"
My WIFE" commenced Mr.. 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.
Does Job Partanbridge board here?
Yes? Oh. all right-teIl 'em to bring
the trunks, and you, hickman, 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 |
blanching countenance of Mr.. Job !
Pa-tanbridge in surprise and bewilder-
nept
'.iYho can that loud-voiced woman
possibly be?" she asked. Surely there |
S some mistake"
"N-nor' quoth Mr.. Pareanbridce.
With chattcring teeth, ut is-my wife"
Mrs. Partanbridge? Can il be posi-
'le?" and hospitable little Mary Miclsle-
Jerry dropped her work and hastene d
o greet and welcome her new guest,
he paragon among women, the meek
md lowly and well-trained wife of the
doughty Job.
Mrs. Partanbridge came into the
DOM with the tread of giantcss and
he aspect of an Amazon. She was a
all. large woman, red-faced and rcso-
ute, with the faint shade of mustache
n her upper. lip, and deep voice like
hat OF a grenadier, and she wore her
loak as if it had been a mans over
oat, the two sleeves tied round her
eek, while her sailor hat would have
cen snug fit for her husb band.
She sat down, at Mrs. Mickleberry's
nvitation, with force that made the
hair crack and tremble in its every
pint and thrust out her feet.
Pull off those rubbers," said she to
Oh, and the husband promptly went
own on his knees to perform the be-
est. met SO rough-.you're as clumsy !,
5 ever, see; and now tell me WHY
on didn't send the money for me to ,
,in you before?"
IL couldn't spare it from my BUSH. :
ess, Drusilla, my DEAR" stammered Z
oh, growing scarlet
"Hang up my cloak to dry-and get ,
e footstool for my feetr' command
Mrs. Partanbridge. Look sharp | ]
bout it, too. Well, / borrowed fifty !
'llars from Deacon Underhill, and I've Z
me on on my own hook. I'm tired !