Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-05-08

wanted TO know II was not injuring
my health sitting up late.
In the morning was pale, but per
fectly calm and collected; had do,
cided on the course / was to pursue.
cooked tho breakfast and poured
out the coffee for Mr.. Martial, and |
didn't put the poison for the rats in his
cup-though l felt like il, when he
said something about his shirt buttons
not being we'll sewed on and hoping l
would insugurate the New Year by p
reform In that particular.
Thinks |, you're going Ito inaug'ir-
ate the New Year with a vengeance;
but said nothing.
/ had to fly around pretty smart TO
get my work done and myself fixed up
by ten O'clock; but 4 did it and had on
my green plaid and my velvet head
dress, with the bugles and lace just as
the clock struck; for | was determined
that that woman should see and feel
the difference between me and her, IL
she had any feeling left in her.
When she did come my heart beat az
! il had been running; and it was
mighty hard work to keep my hands
out of them pipe-stem curls OF hers.
The only way l managed it was to
be very lofty and Ccol and bite my
tongue when felt like bursting out;
and when she had finished her riga
marole about five children and no
work l just engaged her without
further ceremony and set her down to
work in my second story front room,
opened the closet door where my gray
silk hung and went out, pretending
that forgot to shut it.
It was one OF those deep closets, with
shelves and drawers that connect the
front and back sleeping rooms in most
houses nowadays; and | had taken
care 10 lock the door leading into the
back room and take the key; SO, the
minute that mademoiselle put down
her work and after looking all round.
stole into the closet. l whisked in from
the little hall bedroom. where l had
been watching her, shut tho door
locked it and had the key in my pocket
as quick rs a Hash.
Then / went chuckling down stairs
but not stitch OF work could do for
laughing. Ideclare, l was so tickled
that almost forgave Mr.. Martial who
was scared out Of his wits. when he
found / could not pour the tea for
giggling. and upset tho gravy dish, as
| happened to think of mademoiselle
shut up all day without mouth:ul TO
eat and squalling herself hoarse TO get
out.
But what is it?' says Mr.. Martial
oh. nothing" sa-s /.
"It's Mysteries. says he. and |
shall go for the doctor"
No. you needn't" says 1; Its only
YOU won't tell?"
mo; / won't tell
We'll, it's only something funny
I've got upstairs. Want to see it?
You mustn't make bit OF noise. then;
come on your tip-toes."
ats in there" l whispered. I'M
docking the back door this time. just
in-THERE" pushing him in and lock-
| ing the door like lightning.
You'd better believe there was a
concert then. He believing fire and
she squalling murder. but didn't
mind. but off / went for my brother
Sam and Pa and Ma Martial.
Brother Sam came fast enough, for
ms always thought Mr.. Martial was
"small potatoes and few in hill at
that" but Pa and Ma Martial wouldn't
believe u word OF it.
"Oh. very we'll" says l. seeing is
believing" and opening the front door
I marched them up stairs and unlocked
the closet door.
Out came mademoiselle like starved
tiger cat. and, when he couldn't help
1t. out snealed Mr.. Martial after her,
his hair all rough, and his shirt collar
tumbled.
There, Ma Martial" says /, what
DO you think now? Pretty couple,
they are, 30 run away together and try
10 assassinate me and steal my dresses.
Nice romantic young lover, isn't he?
And she's a beauty too, amt she?"
"Tll have satisfaction" squealed
Enademoiselle. IN SEQ IL am to be
locked up in closets and starved and
irsulted."
land TIL see," said /, IF / am TO
have my Dresses stolen. don't care
abusut Mr.. Martial. You might have
him aud welcome; but won't lose my
gray silk"
MI Martial began TO cry and brother
Sam was going to collar Mr.. Martial,
wheG Pa Martial stepped between
them.
''See here. George" said he, what
all tins about? Speak up like man.
Who b. this wOm3n?'
Shes dressmaker," whiDpered
Mr. Martial. II bought a dress for
Mrs. Martial for New Years, and as
tho lsst time I gave her one she said
the tredble of making it was worse
than having no dress at all, thought
I'd have il all ready-made; and hear
ing this lady was an uncommon fit
told her about it and asked her II she
conldnt .smuggle one of my wife's
dresses away and make it by that. be-
cause daren't go near her closet my
SELF and my wife must have heard part
of what we said and contrived to shut