Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1891-06-27

out first consulting me-"
"But she had saved the money out of
her housekeeping funds"
"Then, my dear fellow, it's a sign
that you give her too much money for
housekeeping. Cut her down-draw
the purse-strings little tighter"
Mr.. Mickle berry looked uncomfort-
able.
IL should hardly like to do that,
Pantanbridge.
you'll never be master of your own
house until you do"
Mr.. Moses Mickleberry went home
and told his wife all about what Part
anbridge had said. Mary laughed and
colored, but she was little angry
withal.
81 wish Mr. Partanbridge would mind
his own business" said she. "l'm
tired of hearing about my wife. She
must be poor, spiritless concern"
"Partanbridge is man of great abil-
ity," said Moses, gravely.
"Fiddlesticks!' said Mrs. Mickleber-
ry. "a regular hen-hussy-a thorough
going Miss Nancy!"
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 a few days"
"Oh, I've no objections to that" said
Mrs. Mickleberry, composedly. "Tm
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.. Par
cambridge for few days"
"You're little jewel, my DEAR" said
Moses, and he forgot all Partanbridses
insinuations at once.
Mr.. Partanbridge came, bag and bag
gage, and took possession of the spare
room" in the Mickleberry mansion as
Importantly as if he had been the
Grand Turk. And thenceforward "my
wife, began, fguratively speaking, to
trample Mary Mickleberry into dust
MY wife" spent no money; my
wife" went nowhere; my wife" would
sooner cut off her hand than to go to a
woman's rights convention; my wife"
was not literary, but spent her days do
ing houseworll, and her evenings mend
ing stockings. She held her husband
in salutary awe, never spoke when she
| wasn't spoken to-in short, knew her
i
place.
And how did you manage it, Partan-
bridge?" asked Mr.. Mickleberry once
again, in the admiration of his soul.
Mr. Partanbridge waved his hand
loftily.
"Mickleberry" said he, 'then are
some things that can't be expressed in
words"
"Fortunatelyr' put in Mrs. Micllle-
berry. who was sewing away as vigor-
ously as if every stitch were an unut-
tered protest.
"And," went on Mr. Partanbridge
as if he had not heard the inter-
ruption, lit is woman's duty to listen
to submit-to keep silent.'
''There goes the doorbell," observed
Mrs Micllleberry; twill you go, Moses?
it is Bridget's evening out"
My wife" commenced Mr.. Partan-
bridge, would never have asked me to
perform so menial an office as
He stopped short as loud, mascu-
line voice was heard in the entry be-
low stairs.
"Does Job Partanbridge board here?
Yes? Oh. all right-tell 'em to bring
the trunks, and you, hackman, a dol
lars 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 he? A pretty chase I've had after
him."
Mrs Mickleberry looked up at the
blanching countenance of Mr.. Job
Partanbridge in surprise and bewilder-
ment.
'Who can that loud-voiced woman
possibly be?" she asked. Surely there
is some mistake
''N-no" quoth Mr.. Partanbridge,
with chattering teeth, sit is-my wife,
Mrs. Partanbridge? Can it be posi-
ble?" and hospitable little Mary Mickle-
berry dropped her work and hastene
to greet and welcome her new guest,
the paragon among women, the meek
and lowly and well-trained wife of the
doughty Job.
Mrs. Partanbridge came into the
room with the tread of giantess and
the aspect of an Amazon. She was a
tall, large woman, red-faced and reso-
lutte, with the faint shade of a mustache
on her upper lip, and deep voice like
that of a grenadier, and she wore hel
cloak as II 1t had been a mans over
coat, the two sleeves tied round hel
neck, while her sailor hat would have
been snug fit for her husband.
She sat down, at Mrs. Mickleberry's
invitation, with force that made the
chair crack and tremble in it's every
joint and thrust out her feet.
Pull off those rubbers," said she tc
Job, and the husband promptly went
down on his knees to perform the be
hest. ''Not SO rough-you're as clumsy
as ever, l see; and now tell me why
you didn't send the money for me tt
join you before?"
II couldn't spare it from my bust
ness, Drusilla, my dear" stammeret
Job, growing scarlet
Hang up my cloak to dry-and ger
me footstool for my feet!" command
ed Mrs. Partan bridge. ''Look SHARP