Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-05-29
COnnubial Trouble.

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tons, and not button on this shirt
bosom, Bess!''
We had been married year and
more. And now we had quarreled-
about buttons.
/ did not think then what an as
founding thing a woman must feel it
to be taken from the pedestal on
which her lover has enshrined her as
a goddess and scolding about some
household matter. All men do it.
Invent to town. My business was
transacted in a moody dream.
drowned my misery in cigars and
went home as angry as had left it.
No Bess met me at the gate. found
Ter in the dining room, and she look
ed up with proud, cold face expect
ing an apology perhaps, but I gave
her none Fortunately had griev-
ance-the mutton was not cooked to
suit me, and there were no capers.
began once more on the subject of
a wife's duties. Bridget must be over
looked. A bachelor might leave the
dinner to a servant, but not mar
ried man.
Bess did not not tell me what knew
ishing seminary the superintendent
of cook was not taught and that a
year is not long experience.
She sat quite quiet and enraged me
so that before 1 sought my pillow [
had said very cruel things, she had at
last dropped one bitter, ranking
speech into the momentary silence
and shut herself in her baby's nursery.
And SO it went on through all the
bitter days of the long week. At last
it was Saturday morning. I gave her
a cruel stab-an unjust one, las I knew.
When L spoke [ had my back turned
toward her and was looking out upon
the cloudy sky, SO that l did not see
her when she said:
"You have made me hate you.'
I turned at that. She was standing
quite pale, even to the lips, and saw
that she had drawn her wedding ring
from her finger.
81 hate that,' she said, "and I hate
you"
And she flung the ring upon the car
pet and made a gesture as though she
were finging her love from her also
and left the room without another
word, though waited for her to come
back for nearly an hour.
l, To n Ioo4 h11Ci
appointments which should have been
attended to forthwith-but long after
had reached my office in the city 1
found myself sitting wretchedly in
chair, with my head upon my hands,
thinking over and over again those
words, 81 hate that, and l hate you"
And my love came back, and was
Robert walking with Bessie under the
trees again, not the stern married
man determined to teach his wife her
duty.
looked at the clock. I had just
time to catch the noon train for home.
Who cared for business-for Jones,
Brown and Thompson? I must go
home and make up with Bess. [ seiz-
ed my hat and flew down the street
I reached the depot. was in a car
-breathless with exertion and anxiety.
We were thirty minutes in reaching
p. To me it seemed 80 hours.
At last I was there. Before me
arose our little cottage, with it's slope
of velvet green from the door to the
rivers edge.
Usually all was quiet and scarcely
soul to be seen. To- day group of
women stood by the river. Two men,
one a sailor neighbor from the village,
were there also, and among them
Bridget raised her shrill voice.
ssThey've took to fightin' lately, and
they had it hot and heavy this blissed
mornin', shouldn't wondher. How
DIV father, there's the masther now,
and she fed"
saw them all looking at me in awe
stricken silence. | saw also my little
row boat lying wet upon the sand,the
oars not with her.
L felt my heart stand still and gasp
cd out:
sWhat is the matter?"
NY sailor neighbor answered;
ssWe're afraid there has been an ac-
cident. Tom Bowling took your boat
out this morning and the boat has
b zen picked up and = and Tom
h in't."
Young Tom Bowling often borrowed
nv boat. 1 was not surprised at that.