Alpena argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1893-1909, 1893-05-03
A TOO DEVOTED HUSBAND.


like him well enough, suppose"
Mrs. Cameron was just nineteen,
a bride of six months, and lovely
hazel-eyed brunette. She had every
thing that heart could desire, and,
consequently, wasn't exactly pleased
with anything.
Mrs. Cameron liked pink, and MIR.
Cameron had furnished her boudoir
in rose-color and silver. She was
partial to flowers, and her husband
had given a standing order to the
florist to keep her wants supplied.
She was fond of birds, and three
or four gil'led cages swung from
the ceiling, each one TIN illing with
delicious melody. In fact, Mrs.
Cameron had everything she want
ed, and, as previously intimated,
was far from satisfied.
Like him well enough" repeat
ed Anna Clarke, who, having just
graduated from school, thought
that a young wife, who had welded
the man she loved ought to be ex-
tremely happy. "Oh, Nina! how
coldly you speak"
well, l can't help it, said Mrs.
Cameron, letting her head fall
languidly back on the rose-satin
puffings of the low easy-chair on
which she sat. One gets tired of
cake and champagne all the time.
Sometimes think | should be
happier if Clarence didn't worship
me quite so devotedly."
"Oh, Nina"
ITS bore, you know" said the
young wife, confidentially. ut
would be relief if he would find
fault occasionally. He's too good!
Now, Sophia Markan is actually
afraid of her husband great,
handsome six-footer of fellow,
with a lovely black silk beard like
an Italian brigand. Oh it must be
charming to be afraid of ones
husbandw
Nov, Armina,' cried the as
founded Miss Clarke, what non
sense are you talking!"
II dare say it may seem so to
you, child" said Mrs. Cameron,
patronizingly. But if ever you
get married.
"Of course ] SHALL" said pretty
Anna, who had not the slightest
idea of being an old maid.
well, when you are about to
get married don't marry man
that is sugar and spice and all
that's nice; it's much too insipidw
You'd recommend, on the con-
trary, snaps and snails and puppy
dogs tails, eh?" laughed Anna,
also quoting the nursery rhyme.
mot exactly that; but one does
get tired of perpetual honey and
sunshine" said the unreasonable
Armina, as she reached out her
hand for her embroidery. "And
now, you know, you promised to
tell me all about Ruth Albright's
trousseau."
AS it happened, Mrs. Cameron's'
elegant parlors were separated from
her boudoir by portieres.
Mr.. Cameron, reading his paper,
sat on the other side of the draper
les, and heard this conversation
an evesdropper in spite of himself.
His cheeks burned; he bit his lips,
and the blood rushed in little ting
ling, needle-like particles through
his whole frame.
SO Nina was getting tired of him!
Well, after all, it was better to
thoroughly comprehend the
whole state Of the case. He was
too amiable, was he? Mr.. Came
ron rose, flung aside the crumpled
newspaper, and walked once or
twice the length of the rooms.
"I'll see that the fault is correct
ed" he said to himself with grim
smile.
And he went off to business with
out the usual goodbye kiss" in
which he generally INDUCED.
Mrs. Cameron went out shopping
in the afternoon, and was detained
n little, but it did not worry her in
tho lpaet