The Penn's Grove record., 1891-06-05
my WIFE"

Micklcberry, a very nice woman, in
deed" said Mr.. P~artanbridge, sagely
.'but you allow her to dictate too much
For instance, my wife should never tell
me not to smoke in the railor on account
of the curtains
lit does turn 'em yellow" observed
Mr.. Mickleberry, ~thoughtfully.
'sGranted-but what becomes of your
conjugai superiority And then you
didn't buy that corner lot because she
advised you not to- What is a woman's
Judgment worth in a matter of business
like that, Mickleberry!'
.'Mary knows more than half the men
going" pareuthetically asserted Mr..
Mickleberry.
Excuse me, Mickleberry, but you
don't keep her in her placed Don't the
Scriptures expressly say that woman is
the weaker vcssel2 j should like to see
Mrs. Partanbridge venturing to oppose
mel"
Mr.. Mickleberry looked admiringly at
his big friend.
flow do you manage it, Partan-
bridgc2" he questioned, a little timidly.
''ract, my dear feIlow-tact, dignity,
supremacy! wouldn't have mentioned
it il circumstances hadn't pointed di,
rectly to the fact, but you are getting
hen-pecked, Mickleberry. Everybody
notices it. You must gather up the rein'
Of domestic management-you must as
sert youiselfi'
Mr.. Mickleberry laughed.
'.But what is the use of asserting my
self2" he asked, loosely. Everything
goes on like clock-work at home-Mary
always meets me with a smile-she spends
the money sensibly, and never asks me
for an unnecessary cent"
''Does she tell you how she spends it2'
"Not always, but"
MIR. Partanbridge interrupted his
friend with a groan.
''Ob, these women, these women. ]
should like TO see my wife buying a silk
dress, as Mary did last week, without
first consulting me-"
.'But she has saved the money out Of
her housekeeping funds"
"Then, my dear fellow, it's a sign
that you give her too much money fol
housekeeping. Cut her down-draw
the purse strings q little tighter"
Mr.. Mickle5erry looked uncomfort.
able.
Ell should hardly like to do that,
Partanbridge."
you'll never be master in your own
house until you do"
Mr.. Moses Mickleberry went home and
told his wife all about what P~artanbridgt
had said. Mary laughed and colorcd,
but she was a little angry withal.
al wish Mr.. Partanbridge would mine
his own business" said she. .'I'm tired
of hearing about my wife, She mus
be a poor, spiritless concern"
oPartanbridgc is a man OF great abil-
ity," said Moses, gravely.
'Fiddlesticks, "said Mrs. M%ickleberry.
"a regular hen hussy-athorough-goin
Miss Nanyl"
I'm sorry you feel so about him, my
dear said Moses; 'for he doesn't lik,
the place where he is boarding now, ant
l told him he might occupy our SPAR
room for a few days"
"oh, I've no objections to that" sale
Mrs. M~ickleberry, composedly. "In
always glad to entertain your friends, m!
dear, even if they are not the mos
agreeable people in the world, aud
dare say I can get along with Mr.. Par
cambridge for a few days"
you're a little jewel, my DEAR" sai'
Moses, and he for lot all Partanbridge's
~lnsinuations at once.
Mr.. Partanbridge came, bag and bag
gage, and took possession of the ''spart
room" in the Mickleberry mansion as i'm
portantly us if she had been the Crane
Turk. Aud thenceforward tiny wife" be
gan, 6guratively speaking, to tramplt
Mary M~ickleberry into dust.
my wife" spent no money; in,
wife" went nowhere; ''my wife, woul,
sooner cut off her hand than go to
womsu's rights convention; ''my wife
was not literary, but spent her days dom.
homework, and her evenings inendin;
stockings. She held her husband il
s%alutary awe, never spoke when sh
wasn't spoken ton short, knew he
place.
''And how did you manage it, Par
tanbridge9' asked Mr., Mic&leberry one
again, in the admiration OF his soul.
Mr.. P~artanbridge waved his hant
loitily.
"Mickleberryl' said he, ''there ar
some things that can't be expressed il
words"
fortunately" put 10 Mrs. Mickle
berry, who was sewing away as vigor
ously as if every stitch were an unuttere,
protest.
And" went on Mr.. Partanbridge. a
II he had not heard the interruption, ri
is a woman's duty to listen-to submit
to keep sileuce!"
There goes the door-bell," observed
Mrs. Mickleberry; twill you go, Moses
it is Bridget's evening out"
"My wife," commenced Mr.. Partan