Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-07-23

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lutte, with the faint .h,ao ',s ''' ieso-
''cne on her upper lip, and a dna,
voice like that of a grenaaier AND sba
wore her cloak Is if it had ba.r -
man oVercoat, the two slnara., 49,,
round her neck, while her s,ilo,. hn.
would nave been ii snug fl, for her brs.
band. Aei hAs-
,'rnll off those rubbers, -" said she 70
'oo ana the husband promptly went
w" Ii vi ms Knees to perform the be.
ires' MOT so rough-you are AZ
clumsy as ever. see; and now toll, ma
why you didn't send the money tn ma
to join you before?o" " '
II couldn't spare it from my bus.
mess DrusillA my dear" stammered
Job growing scarlet.
''Hang up my cloak to drv-ana c.t
me a foolstool for my feet, com.
manded Mrs. Partanbridge. Look
sharp about it. too. Well | borrowed
NIFTY dollars from Deacon Underhill
ana I've come on on my own hook. I'm
tired OF being poked away in the back
woods while you're playing the fine
city gent, and III not stand it. any
longer; besides, | wanted to attend the
Woman's Suffrage Association. and
IN member of the Sedleyyille
Branch of Female Rights Advocates.
lou We got nice house here, ma'am.r
turning to Mrs. Mickleberry. Il might
nave had house of my own if job
fartanbrldge had used common sense
IN his business affairs, and listened TO
my advice little"
"Drusilla, my dear" interposed
Mr.. Partanbridge, but his wife darted
leonine glance at him.
dob Partanbridge, will you hold
your tongue, and speak when YOU re
spoken top she demanded, tartly.
Certainly, my dear, certainly"
Then let's have specimen of it.
AS was saying, Mrs Mickleberry-
JOB. go down stairs, and look in the
big-handled basket on top of the trunk
in the hall, and get me my handker-
chief and the camphOr bottle with the
little wicker-case round it-as | 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 well leave off opening and
shutting your mouth like a newly
landed ashland I mean to be boss
myself.
Eyes, DEAR
Bring me the Observation-Disclosures
move the screen so the fire won't shine
in my eyes. And get hack early to-
morrow morning and see that l am
furnished money; l want to do little
shopping"
YES, my dear" said Job Partan-
bridge.
And be ready to go with me at
eleven to the Suffrage rooms. l must
render the report Of the Sedleyville
branch"
Eyes, DEAR" assented the husban
At this stage Mrs. Mickleberry in
terrupted the orders of the command
ing general OF the Partanbridge Divi-
sion by tray containing tea, toast
and other feminine refreshments. Mrs.
Partanbridge received them with
contemptuOus sniff.
my good lady," said she, day say
you mean we'll, but l don't feed off such
slops. Job!"
"Yes, Drusilla!"
go round to the nearest restaurant
and get me bottle of Dublin stout and
a dish of stewed tripe. You'll excuse
me, ma'am," to Mrs. Mickleberry,
''but we all have our little ways and
this is mine"
Away went Job Partanbridge, like
an arrow fleeing from the bow, and
soon returned with the required
dainties, off which my wife" supped
sumptuously,
Take nv things up stairs. Job"
said Mrs. Partanbridge, when she had
satisfied the cravings of nature; give
had long day Of travel. and guess
I'll go to bed early"
If ever mortal man looked cowed,
and dismal. Job Partan-
bridge did the next morning, when he
made his appearance at the breakfast
NAI NuAShACOCIty NOuAo AO0
resist one little mischievous hit.
Il congratulate you. Mr.. Partan-
bridge" she said, 'upon the excellent
manner in which you have developed
your theories as to conjugal dlscip-
liae."
Mr.. Partanbridge choked convulsivo-
ly over his coffee.
"Hush!" he cried. Hush! she is
coming!"
who is coming?"
my wife,"
But, ali! how differently he pro.
nounced the low, magic words from
that in which he had spoken them
hours ago!
Mr.. and Mrs. Job Partanbridge left
he Mickleberry roof that very day for
, hotel handler to the Woman's Stuff
rage bureau. and that was the last
Mary and her husband ever heard Of
my wife" or her humble slave, the
devoted Job.
A Good Complexion.
How few people know what good
is! A very young man is
inf IN think that the pirl whose com.