Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-11-18
ABOUT GEORGE MARTIAL.


Shouldn't it be. l should like to know
Here's my husband been writing this
rear or more, and / confding in him
AL the time. as unsuspicious as a new.
born baby.
There's 'loving and cherishing" for
You' A man coming in. and eating his
dinner. calling mo Polly. and dear. Jus,
as II all the time he wasn't writing un.
known TO me. and getting oceans OF
money. that he spends on-the dear
knows what. for don't; and''<Tll war
rant. he's told all about the hollow place
IN the bed where he has to sleep. and the
shirtouttons, and the way l got my
gray silk at Ubsdell & Persons. But
I'll show him up. and just let evepy-
body know what u pitiful. underhanded,
boft-soaping Molly OF man he is.
He write. indeed, I'd as soon think
N our old gray cat oitting up by the
Ire with spectacles on and trying to
crochet.
But this amt the story.
You must know that it happened just
before New Years. I'd been making
up my mince pies and giving the house
NASlAAAAA5 OAS anu was pEtllf
tired. had just got off my dress when
Thought heard something like talk
Ing down stairs.
Now. Mr.. Martial was down there
and. OF course, / suspected mischief.
Tor haven't lived forty-one years
kood graciousi how my pen slips.
mean urty-fve-without knowing that
ledgert up to a mans neck and ink
enough to drown him are no safeguards
against his own natural wickedness
and. slipping on my gown stole softly
down the stairs, bound TO find out what
that talking meant. as sure as my
name was Polly Martial.
The door of the sitting room was
. little ajar, as good luck w5uld have
It sitting there in his dressing-gown-
The gown made for him, and wonder
it, didn't burn him-and his ledger
open teiore him (the old hypocrite);
but who he was talking to- 1 couldn't
Tor the life OF me make out. till it came
into my head to look through the crack
Of the door.
And then--but forty-one U mean
thirty-five) years of experience OF the
meanness OF men in general. and his,
Ia particular. never would have made
me believe. if hadn't seen it with my
own eyes, that Mr.. Martial would have
Seen sitting in his own dining room at
eight O'clock in the evening right under
the picture Of his blessed mother. and
talking. and not only that but looking
- lean. scraggy, curly headed
frenchwomAn.
wonder that ne wasn't afraid that
dis mothers portrait would come out
bg the frame and how he could take
Geoegy on his knee. as he had done
that very evening. and kiss hin-there.
BY daubing himself dreadfully with
nolasses s--while he had all that wick
edness in his heart is a mystery beyond
Uy comprehension
My first thought was to rush In and
confound them both. Then l rcmem-
bered had no hoops on; and 1t struck
me that it might be as well to find out
the full extent of his depravity before
{ annihilated him. y
i don't know how we shall manage
It." he was saying. My wife has
such sharp ears that she could hear q
eat stealing after mouse"
ut will be difficult without doubt
answered mademoiselle; but mon
sieur's affection will, am sure. over
come all-what you call emp
obstacle"
Il don't know" he said, rubbing his
oald pate. III she hadn't such ears;
but I'm afraid, now. she'll be in Cd
US"
And then, how can we get at her
dresses? / can't go near her closet
and II she should find you there"
Think of that! That scraggy thing
In my closeti As If it wasn't enough
TO run away with my husband, but she
must want my clothes alsol
Well" answered mademoiselle.
suppose try and see her. ] can
minutes"
Fix meme, Polly Martial! The
demons meant to assassinate mel
But it would be better if you had a
Dress" insisted Mr. Martial Her
gray silk, for instance"
Suppose you call and tell her you
are poor seamstress in want OF work
and offer to sew for her at three shill-
tngs day. She'll nibble at that bait,
and when she goes out of the room you
can just whisk up to her closet and
slip out with the gray silk"
There ladies! There's Mr.. Martial
for you.
My best silk that / bought ct
Ubsdelrs, and paid eight dollars for
the making and trimming! and that
iean-yellow-faced trollop was to ''whisk |
up" and 'slip out with my silk" Ugh. !
the wretch!
don't faint because I am too heavy
and was too mad for Mysteries: but |
the awful discovery OF his perfidy. and /
her cool lmpudence actually made me I
20 dizzy that don't rightly know what |
else was said and done. only she was
10 come at ten o'clock the next MORN
ing to play the part of the poor seam
stress; neither can | tell how got to
my own room, or how l ever managed
10 speak civilly to Mr. Martial who
came up about ten minutes later and
wanted to know if l was not injuring
my health sitting up late.
In the morning | was pale, but per.
iectly calm and collected; / had de.
sided on the course | was to pursue
cooked the breakfast and poured
out the coffee for Mr.. Martial. and
ldnt put the poison for the rats in his
| felt like it, when he
laid something about his shirt buttons
aot being well sewed on and hoping I
would inaugurate the New Year by
reform in that particular.
Thinks /, you're going Ito inaueur-
rse the New Year" with a vengeance,
but I said nothing
had IN fv aro,,aa -..