Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1891-08-21

"Fortunatciy" put in Mrs. 4Tickle-
berry, who was sewing away as vigor-
ously MS if every stitch were an unuttcred
protest.
and" went on Nh PartanbridSc. us
it ne had not heard the interruption, cit
is woman's duty to iistcn-to submit
to keep silcncc!"
There goes the door-bell," observed
Mrs. Micklebcrry; ''will you go, Moses
it is Brdget's evening out"
"My wife," commenced Mr.. Partan-
bridge, ''would never have asked inc to
perform so mcninl IN office as--'
lie stopped short MS loud, masculine
voice WINS heard in the entry below stairs.
Docs Joe Partanbridge board hcrel
Yes! Oh, all right---tell 'ern to bring the
trunks, and you, hackman. n dollars
enough fn!c. You'll get no more out of
ne. Clear out and let's hear no more of
ypur grumblin.. So he's here, is he1 a
pretty chnsc I've had after him."
Mrs. Micklcberry looked up mt the
blanching countcnance of Mr.. Job Par.
cambridge in surprise and bcwilderment.
"Who can that loud voiced woman
possibly bc'" she asked. "Srrely there
is some mistake"
"N-nol" quoth Mr.. Partanbridpc,
with chatterin@ teeth, ait is---my wife"
"AIrs. Partanbridgc2 Can it be posi-
bic" and hospitable little Mary Mickle-
berry dropped her work and fastened to
greet and welcome her new guest, the
paragon among women. the meek and
lowly, and wcll-traincd wife of the
doughty job.
Mrs. PartanbridSc came into the room
with the tread Of u giantcss and the as
pcct of m Amazon. She was n tall,
large woman, red faced and rcsolutc,
with the faint shade Of n mustache on
her upper lip, and deep voice like that
Of grcnadicr, and she wore her clonk
rs if it had been Il mans overcont, the
two sleeves tied round her neck, while
her sailor hat would have been snug fit
for her husband
She sat down, ut Mrs. Micl,.cbcrry' 5
invitation. with a force that made the
chair crack and trcmblc in its every
joint. and thrust out her feet
"Pul oil those rubbcrs," she said to
Job, and the husband promptly went
down on his knees to perform the be-
hest. 'Not so rough-you'rc rs clumsy
rs ever, | see; and now tell me why YOU
didn't send the money for me to join
you beforc!'
'l-l couldn't spare it from my bust
ness, Drusilla. my dear, stammcrcd Job,
growing scqrlet.
"lInng up my cloak to dry-and get
me Il footstool for my feet" commanled
Mrs. Partanbridgc. "Look sharp about
it, too! Well, borrowed fifty dollars
frcm Deacon Undcrhill, and Two come
on on my own hook I'm tired OF being
pokcd away in the backwoods while
you're playing the fine city gent, md I'll
not stand it any longer; besides, I wanted
to attend the Woman's Suffrage Associa-
ton, and I'm a member Of the Sclcyvillc
Branch of Female Rights Advocates.
You've got nice house here, ma am"
turning to Mrs. Micklebcrry 81 might
have had 4 house of my own if Job Par.
tanbridgc had used common sense in his
business affairs, and listened 80 my adj
vice little" ,su gaIo
'Drusilla, my dealt intcrposcd
Mr.. Partanbridge, but his wife darted a
lconine Glance at him.
sob Partanbridge, will youhold your
tongue, and speak when you're spoken
!o!" She demanded, tartly. ..,,s.
"CertainlY, my dear, certainly"
'tThcn lets have n specimen of it. As
I was saying, Mrs. Neutrality-suspicious.. go
down stairs, and look in the big handled
basket on top Of the trunk in the hall
and get me my handkerchief and the
camphor bottle with the little wicker.
case round it-as was snying, that sort
of thing is just about played out, so fer
as am concerned. job hasn't no more
wit than Il yellow dog when he's left to
nmsclf-you know you haven't, job, So
you may just as we'll leave off opening
and shutting your mouth like y newly
landed tish-and mean to be boss my
self, Job.
"Yes, dear"
bring me the rocking chair-now
move the screen 80 the fire won't shine in
my eyes. And =et hack early to.
morrow morning, and see that I am
furnished money; want to do . little
shopping"
Yes, my dear" said JOB Partan-
bridge.
"And be ready to go with me at IL
to the Suffrage Rooms. must render
the report Of the Scdeyvlle Branch"
''Ies, dear" assented the husband.
At this stage Mrs. AIicklcberry inter
ruptcd the orders of the commanding
General of the Partanbridgc Division by
II tray containing tea, toast and other
feminine refreshments. Mrs. Partan-
bridge receir:d them with contcmptu-
Gus suiE.
'My good lady," said she, 81 dare say
you mean we'll, but don'r feed Off such
Stops. Job"
"Yes, D.Wsilla"
$50 ro,ni to the nearest restauraa.
and get ms " bottle of Dublin stout and
dish of s:ewed tripc. You'll excuse
ne, an " to Mrs. Mcklcberry, "but
we all hayA our little ways, aud this is
niue"
Away wHnt job partanbridgc, like an
arrow fleeing from the bow, aud soon re-
turned with the required daiDties, oil
which my wife summed sumttuo,slc