The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-05-05
COTTLE'S SCHOOL.


been indulgeut TO her.
Mrs. Gothic had discovered some little
pcculinritics in Mr.. Cottle. They wore
not serious onos, would bo easily cor.
rooted. All no needed was woman's in
iluence. Tho creatcst eccentricity no
had shown was an aversion TO cloves.
lie would not wear Thorn. Mrs. Gothic
laughed at this, confident she would
overcome 1t. She thought gloves OH
come occasions rs essential aa coats or
hats. "Twould DO sad for such n loving
couple to split on such trivial differ
cnce OF taste or opinion; but stranger
things have happened.
MIR, Cottlo drove up to his door to give
his wife first hiring behind his new
horse. He called to her. She respond.
cd from tho window. Seeing him in
baro hands she took down pair of his
gloves with her. Seating herself beside
him. sho said gently:
II saw that you had forgotten your
gloves, my dear, so l brought them to
you"
Save yourself trouble, Mrs. Cottlo l
don't drive in Gloves!"
"But, my dear, i. doesn't look we'll for
q gentleman to DO driving, and with
lady, too, without gloves"
Don't worry over trifles. Mrs. Cot
tie, ] don't want gloves, and Pm not 60
ing to wear them" saying which he
tossed tho gloves over her shoulder into
tho yard. 4,
Mrs. Cottle said nothing. He misln-
torpreted her silence as submission,
saying to himself: That's the way to
do 1t. Train 'em from the start, 60
there will be no nonsense In the long
run"
Mrs. Gothic was kind and pleasant
throughout tho ride, but not chatty or
cheerful. To think OF his not thanking
her for the gloves, of pitching them go
rudely into tho yard and speaking 80
positively, just to show that he would
have his own way! Did no forget that
she was lady, and that only few
weeks before he was swearing that he
would do anything toplease her? Mrs.
Cottle was destined to find out how
treacheroua mans memory ia about
such things. VI
The next time n pair OF bare hands
offended the refined little wife wns
when starting out to church tho follow.
ing Sunday.
mir. Cottle, do put on your gloves to-
day. I. is SO cold and raw, and your
hands will look SO red and uncomforta.
bleW
"Hump!" said Mr.. Cottle, looking ct
his wife for full three, minutes. "For
heavens sake, Mrs. Cottlc, why do you
keep nagging MO about gloves? Why,
you're not willing for me to have my
liberty in any thing! You amuse me,
you do, indeed" and his face was
wreathed in smiles OF Contempt
"By the way, Mra. Cottle | think your
toilet is incomplete to-day. You know
l always prefer to sec you wear veil
on the street"
II thought would not wear one with
this hat, but ii you think I look letter
with it will put it on, certainly" and,
going to her room, she reappeared
beneath tho dotted veil he admired so
much. Smiling as she seemed, sho was
pondering seriously on the merit or de-
lneri. OF tho rule that would not work
both wayai but he was again saying to
himself:
"That's tho way. Train en- from the
start. There's nothing 30 conducive to
homo comfort as yielding woman.
She never makes trouble for man, and
that's what he marries for-not TO be.
troubled"
Next camo the opera. Mrs. Cottle
was elegantly dressed. knowing she was
still cazed at as n bride.
"Going with me to the opera without
gloves, Mr.. Cottlel Why, you certainly
will acknowledge that it is in dreadful
taste."
Now. there you 90, Aramlntal
thought you know mo by this time. 1
wouldn't have married il I'd dreamed
women wore so-self.willed and teasing.
You harangue mo about such q petty
thing as gloves. Yet YOU 80 and array
yourself this evening in dress that
you know I abominate. and won't go
with you ii you insist upon exposing
your neck and shoulders in that way.
Do put on come other OF your many
gowns
"We'll DO late, Mr.. Cottle, if I do
that"
swell, leta BIO late. y
'.Mr. Cottle, don't you think you're
cxacting?
"No, madam, ] do not! It should be
q woman's first aim, always. to please
her husband. Shouldn't it?"
Certainly" Mrs. Gothic answered.
81 will change the dress if i. will please
YOU" She said to herself: perhaps
example. will prove better than pre-
cept." Mr.. Gothic, with so!i-gratula-
ton, said to himself, She's coming
around all right! That's tho way!
Train EN- from tho starti" and there
wasn't man in tho community who
stepped higher, and felt moro self
esteem and importance than Loonidas
Cottle. Pity there hadn't been some
friendly voice to whisper in his ear:
every dog has his day"-but its only
q day.
Society was in state OF Excitement.
Mrs. Scrumpshus' ball was near at
handwriting like it during the win
ter festivities. Mrs. Cottle. the bride,
would attend OF course. Twas her first
opportunity to wear her bridal dress.
Imagine her disappointment and
wounded love and pride that she could
not persuade Mr.. Cottl to wear gloves
on such m occasion! Now she was
convinced that she had no influence
with him! Hear tho petulance and dis
respect with which he replies to her,
after promising everything any any.
thing to mako her happy! As yet
broken pledges had proved no bard
pillow for him. He considered himself
a model husband 10 whose virtues and
excellencIes nothing could be added.
Tho ball was not u happy one to Mrs.
Cottle. Her dreams and ideals were
FADING Uere was another blight TO