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

SagelY but you allow her to dictate
too much ! For instance, my wife
should never tell me not to smoke
IN the parlor on account of the cur
tains
1t does turn 'em yellow, observed
Mr.. Mickleberry, thoughtfully
Granted-but whit becomes OF
your conjugal superiority? And then
you didn't buy that corner lot be
cause she advised you not to. What
is woman's judgment worth in
matter of business like that, Mickle-
berry
Mary knows more than half the
men going, rarenthetically asserted
Mr.. Mickleberry.
Excuse me, M1ckleberry, but you
don't keep her in her place Don't
the Scriptures expressly say that
woman is the weaker vessel? |
should like to see Mrs Partanbridge
venturing to oppose me
Mr.. Mickleberry looked admir-
ingly at his big friend.
How do you manage it, Partan-
bridge' he questioned, a little
timidly.
Tact, my dear fellow-tact, dig
nifty, supremacy wouldn't have
mentioned it if circumstances hadn't
pointed directly to the fact, but you
are getting hen-pecked. Mickle
berry. Everybody notices it You
must gather up the reins of domestic
manag gement-you must assert your
self
Mr.. Mickleberry laughed.
But what is the use of asserting
myself? he asked, joco-ely. Every
thing goes on like clock work at
home-Nary always meets me with
a smile-she spends the money sem
sibly, and never asks me for an un-
necessary cent
Docs she tell you how she spends
it?
Not always, but
Mr.. Partanbridge interrupted his
friend with groan.
Oh, these women, these women !
| should like to see my wife buying
silk dre-s, as Mary did last week,
without first consulting me.
But she has saved the money out
of her housekeeping funds.
Then, my dear fellow, it's a sign
that you give her too much money
tor housekeeping Cut her down
draw thepurse strings little tighter.
Mr.. Mickleberry looked uncom-
Portable.
II should hardly like to do that.
Partanbridge.
You'll never be master in your
own house until you do.
Mr.. Moses Mickleberry went home
and told his wife all about what Par
cambridge had said. Mary laughed |
and colored, but she was a little
angry withal.
l 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. Mickle-
berry. A regular hen hussy-a
thorough-going Miss Many
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 | told him he might oc-
cupy our spare room for few days. |
Oh, I've no objections to that,
said Mrs. Mickleberry, composedly. |
Pm always glad to entertain your
friends, my dear, even if they are
not the most agreeable people in the
world, and | dare say | can get
along with Mr.. Partanbridge for a
few days
You're little jewel, my dear,
said Moses, and he forgot all Par
tanbridge's insinuations at once.
Mr.. Partanbridge came, bag and |
baggage, and took possession of the |
spare room in the Mickleberry man.
sion as Importantly as if she had |
been the Grand Trunk. And thence
toreward my wife began, hguratively |
speaking, to trample Mary Mickle-
berry into dust.
My wife spent no money my |
wife went nowhere my wife would |
sooner cut off her hand than go to |
woman's rights convention !; my |
wife was not literary, but spent her
days doing house work, and her
evenings mending stockings. She
held her husband in salutary awe,
never spoke when she WASH t spoken
TON short, knew her place.
And how did you manage it, Par
cambridge? asked Mr.. Mickleberry |
once again, in the admiration of his
soul.
Mr.. Partanbridge waved his hand |
lottily.
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 wig
orously as if every stitch were an
unuttered protest
And, went on Mr.. Partanbridge,
as if he had not heard the Interrupt
ton, it is a woman's duty to keep
silence
There goes the door bell, observed
Mrs. Mickleberry will you go,
Moses it is Bridget's evening out.
My wife, commence. Mr.. Partan
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