The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1891-07-04

possibly be? she asked Surely there
is some mistake.
N-no quoth Mr.. Partanbridge,
with cha.. ering teeth, it is-my
wife.
| Mrs Partanbridge Can it be pos
sible? ? and hospitable little Mary
Mickleberry dropped her work and
fastened to greet and welcome her
new guest, the paragon among
women, the meek and lowly, and
well-trained wife OF the doughty
Job.
Mrs. Partenbridge came into the
room with the tread of a giantess
and the aspect OF an Amazon. She
was tall, large woman, red faced
and resolute, with the faint shade OF
a mustache on her upper lip, and a
deep voice like that of a grenadier,
and she wore her cloak as if it had
been a mans overcoat, the two
sleeves tied round her neck, while
her sailor hat would have been a
snug fit for her husband.
She sat down, at Mickleberry' S
invitation, with force that made
the chair crack and tremble in its
every joint, and thrust out her feet.
Pull off those rubbers, she said to
Job, and the husband promptly
went down on his knees to perform
the behest. Not so rough-you're
as clumsy as ever, see ; and now tell
me why you didn't send the money
for me to join you before7
II couldn't spare If from my
business, Drusilla, my dear, stam-
mered Job, growing scarlet.
Hang up my cloak to dry-and
get me footstool for my feet, COM
manded Mrs. Partanbrige. Look
sharp about it, too ! Well, | bor-
rowed fifty dollars from Deacon
Underhill, and I've come on my
own hook. Pm tired of being
poked away in the backwoods while
you're playing the fine city gent,
and I'll not stand it any longer be-
sides, | wanted to attend the
Woman's Suffrage Association, and
I'm a member of the Sedleyville
Branch of Female Rights Advo-
Gates. You've got nice house here,
ma am, turning to Mrs. Mickleberry.
| might have had a house of my
own il Job Partanbridge 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.
Job Partanbridee, will you hold
your tongue, and speak when you're
spoken to? she demanded, tartly.
Certainly, my dear, certainly
Then let's have a specimen of it
As | was saying, Mrs. Mickleberry
Job, 90 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 bot
tie with the little wickercase round
it-as | was saying, that sort OF
thing is just about played out, so far
as am concerned. Job hasn't no
more wit than yellow dog when
he's left to himselt-you know you
haven't, Job, so YOU may just as
well leave oft opening and shutting
your mouth like newly landed fish
and | mean to be boss, myself,
Job.
Yes, dear.
Bring ME the rocking chair-now
move the screen so the fire won't
shine in my eyes And get hack
early tomorrow, and see that | am
furnished money; want to do a
little shopping.
Yes, my dear, said Job Partan
bridge.
And be ready to go with me at II
to the Suffrage Rooms. | must
render the report of the Sedleyville
Branch.
Yes, dear, assented the husband.
At this stage Mrs. Mickleberry in
terrupted the orders OF the COM
handing general of the Partanbridge
Division by tray containing tea,
toast and other feminine refresh
ments. Mrs. Partanbridge received
them with contemptuous sniff.
My good lady, said she, dare
say you mean well, but l don't feed
on such slops Job
Yes, Drusilla
Go round to the nearest restaurant
and get me bottle Of Dublin stout
and dish OF stewed tripe. You'll
excuse me, ma am, to Mrs. Mickle-
berry, but we all have our little
ways, and this is mine.
Away went Job Pa-tanbridge, like
an arrow fleeing from the bow, and
soon returned with the required
dainties, off which my wife supped
sumptuously.
Take my things upstairs, Job d!
SAID Mrs. Partanbridge, when she
had satisfied the cravings of nature
I've had long day OF travel, and l
guess I'll go to bed early.
If ever mortal man looked cawed,
wretched, and dismal, Job Partan-
bridge did the next morning, when
he made his appearance at the
breakfast table. Mrs. Mickleberry
could not resist one little mischievous
hit.
| congratulate you, Mr.. Partan-
bridge, she said, upon the excellent
manner in which you have developed
your theories as to conjugal dis