Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1892-07-02

about 'c house. and Slam doors aiul kick
over chairs. at which only said, Softly.
softly. dear,' which only made him
worse
Il believe YOU" said tho dressma!;o:.
scr, VI a tender fit, and quoted Sha'
r"are: 'P-r,lition catch my soul. hut l
d. love theer He said | would sit per-
rcty calm on husbands coffin while
ne smothered beneath, but what is &
woman to do but be quiet when big,
trong man is raging about nothing. In
one of these spells he broke blood ves-
sci on the brain, and an autopsy showed
disease of the head which was pitiful
to think about"
81 wonder he hadn't killed you" was
tie response of Mrs. FIFTEEN.
"My third husband was all sentiment.
and called me pet names that would
have delighted Fannie Osgood, the poet.
[ took them all patiently"
"Pati, nly!" c,i d her hearer. at
must have bern delightful"
Yes. When he called me pet had all
excuse for being girlish; if birdie, l
might trill my notes; queeny might be
cold and proud, so he had it all his own
way. But your sentimental man wants
a good deal of sentiment in return; must
he INDUCED and coddled, and see every
thing in a sweet Arcadian light: wants
lis wife to dress in out of the way style les,
quotes poetry.
81 went around mindless of the ces-
b,,c # nd
showing my beautiful hair, and dawdled
over Moore and Byron, fealing internally
that l was poor goose and sort of fraud.
for too much sentiment is very tiresomc.
And he died like the rest?"
"Y-e-s." And the widow tapped
small boot on the carpet, m,,singly.
1T seems to me that your second hus-
band understood you better than tho
o'h"rs?" remarked the dressmaker.
"How so? No matter; but you must
SOC that l am right in thinking tat you
10 not know how to manage your hus-
nnd. Mrs. Fitem"
You have not yet told me the secret
"no you not guess it?"
"lt seems to me that you let them have
.',eir own way"
TO be sure did. 1t is fatal to man
nr to woman always to have their own
way. a little contention is the passpor5
II love Nothing is more fatal than in-
difference.
And you married three men and wero
Indifferent to ALL"
The widow redeemed.
Perhaps | am naturally Of that kind:
while You. Mrs. FIFTEEN, oppose. fret, and
jc"!d, and are not happy Yourself, nor DO
not make him any the better man. Men
re not easily turned about"
'What would you do in case like
miIe where a man drinkS?"
Il would manage just the same"
But how, ma'am, how"
"Well, we'll, muttered the widow,
half to herself, Il can't find opinions
and make annotations on them"
"Do tell your secret, now can not for
my life guess what it is. :"
Dear Mrs. FIFTEEN, you are an admir-
able dressmaker; my silk, to use your
own illustration, sets like ducks foot
in the mud; but you don't know how to
manage husband. You must come the
morning I am to be married, and sec
that am all right. Mr.. Blank is fas-
tidious. My hat is perfect love of hat,
ard makes me look charming; but let
me advise you, laying at the same time
a nicely gauntleted hand upon Mrs. Fit
TENS shoulder, "let your husband have
his own way. And she whired her linn
Der little form out of the door, with
musical little laugh that did not crinkle
her cheeks nor pucker her eyes.
Mrs FIFTEEN gave the moon upon the
lake dress somewhat vigorous kick and
exclaimed:
She's devil, that's what she is. and
that is tho way she has made herself
three times widow"
80 are all women" hiccoughed
maudlin voice, just coming over the
rear threshold. who are you contem-
plating, lovey7 Who is it?"
The dressmaker eyed him for mo-
ment scornfully, but the calling her
"lovey" did tho business for him; with
mingled tears and smiles she patted his
dusty shoulder, and replied:
Dear, dear ducky, the nice little
NiuO" Deeh tolllHB llO"~lOW
l might be a widow"
"She has She understands the bust
ness, should think" The idea had the
effect to sober him. "What did she
want you to do, lovey?"
"Well-it was dreadful.
"Well, well, what was it? I'll have a
warrant out al d arrest her; I'll have her
shown up for what she is-the she
Harry Tu lor-the she Bluebeard that
she isl" And he went so far as to kiss
the cheek Of his poor wife, who quito
broke down under this unwonted ten
derness, and threw herself into his arms.
81 never will do it, ducky, never!"
II am sure of it. l can trust you.
You are not fit to be poor lone widow.
You need the protecting arm of some
husband.
Mrs, FIFTEEN drew herself up bit at
this, there was a rebellion in her look.
Yes. she told me her secret" she slid.
"What was it, lovey! l Lam sure You
would not hurt hair on the head of
your poor, devoted"
Hire he broke down, from some cause
or other, and staggered to one side.
al told her about you drinking so,
James. and how YOU spent my earnings
and how get out Of patience a"'i SO "r-
times we'll niCh hate you. This Mas
said with grave 'o'rlnnjIy, and l.nn she
ndicd hr>l,ly, What do you think she
toli me to do!'
"CuuI,ln't gurss; but I'm very surc
you won't do it,