The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-08-15
"MY WIFE"

deed!" said Mr.. Partanbridge, sagely;
''but you allow her to dictate too
much! For instance, my wife should
never tell mo not to smoke in the par
Tors on account of the curtains"'
1T does turn 'em yellow" observed
Mr.. Mickleberry, thoughtfully.
Then Job Partanbridge went into a
long discourse as to the training of
lated his own experiences as proof Of
his theories.
Mr.. Moses Mickleberry went home
and told his wife all about what Par
cambridge had said. Mary laughed and
colored, but she was little angry
withal.
II wish Mr.. Partanbridge would
mind his own business" said she.
I'm tired Of hearing about my wife. :
She must be poor spiritless con-
Germ"
..Partanbridge Is a man of great
ability" said Moses. gravely.
.'Fiddlesticks!" said Mrs. MiclSle-
berry. "A regular hen-hussy-a
thorough-going Miss Nancyr'
I'm sorry you feel so about him.
my dear, said Moses; for he doesn't
like the place where he is boarding
now, and l told him he might occupy
our spare room for few days"
.'Oh. I've no objections to that"
said Mrs. Mickleberry. composcdly.
''rm always glad to entertain your
friends, my dear. even II they are not
the most agreeable people in the
world. and dare say can get along
with Mr.. Partanbridge for few days"
You're little jewel. my dear"
said Moses. and he forgot all Partan-
bridges insinuations at once.
Mr. Partanbridge came. bag and
baggage, and took possession OF the
spare room" in the Mickleberry man
sion us importantly as II he had been
the Grand Turk. And thenceforward
my wife" began. fguratively speak
ing, to trample Mary Mickleberry into
dust.
MY wife" spent no money; my
WIFE went nowhere; my wife" would
. sooner cut off hcr hand than to go to n
woman's rights convention; my wife"
was not literary but spent her days do
ing housework. and her evenings mend
ing stockings. She held her husband in
sanitary awe, never spoke when she
wasn't spoken TON short, knew her
place.
"And how did you manage IT. Part
anbridgep" asked Mr.. Mickleberry
once again, in the admiration Of his
soul.
Mr.. Partanbridge waived his
hand loftily.
"Mickleberry!" said he. 'there are
some things that can't be expressed in
words"
Fortunately" put in Mrs. Mickle-
berry who was sewing away as vigor<
ously as II every stitch were an unut-
tered protest.
And" went on Mr.. Partanbridge,
as II he had not heard the Interruption,
ut is woman's duty to listen-to sub.
mit--to keep silence!"
There goes the door-bell." OBJ
served Mrs. Mickleberry; will you go,
Mosesp it is Bridget's evening out"
my wife," commenced Mr.. Partan-
bridge would never have asked me
to perform 80 mental an Office As"
He stopped short ms loud. mascu-
line voice was heard In the entry be-
,,low the stairs.
Does Job Partanbridge board
herep Yesp Oh. all right-tell en- TO
bring the trunks and you. hackman.
a dollars enough fare. You'll get no
more out OF me. Clear out and let's
hear no more OF your grumbling. So
he's here, Is hep A pretty chase I've
had after him."
Mrs. Mickleberry looked up ut the
blanching countenance OF Mr.. Job
Partanbridge in surprise and bewilder-
ment.
..Who can that loud voiced woman
possibly bep' she asked. Surely
there Is some mistake"
'N-no!' quoth Mr.. Partanbridge.
with chattering teeth, 'itis-my wife. "
!: Mrs. PartanbridgeP Can 1t be pos
siblep" and hospitable little Mary
Mickleberry dropped her. work and
: hastoned to greet and welcome her
!. new gsest, the paragon among women.
the meek and lowly, and well-trained
wife OF the doughty Job.
Mrs. Partanbridge came into the