The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-02-22

little severely. But 1 must run
along, so good-by till tea time;" and
she tripped daintily down the long
fight of stairs, out into the street An
odd smile crept around Johns mouth
as he turned back to his desk, and, dip
ping his stub-pen into his ink-well,
he hastily finished his weekly article
for the Globe.
The weeks sped by, and Catherine
Blucstocking's interest and enthusi-
asm in the Ideal club remained un-
abated. She was unfailing in attend
ance, and devoted to the preparation
of the papers she was called upon to
write. She haunted the public libraries
in search of knowledge, and spent hours
porting over musty books of reference.
Day by day, and night after night, she
bent over her desk piled with papers,
and scrubbed to her hearts content;
while John sat by, smoking his solitary
pipe.
Occasionally, when Catherine had
become so-absorbed in her writing as
to be utterly oblivious of his presence,
John would slip away to the Hob-Nob,
and while-away an hour with his
friends at game OF whist.
Despite this diversion, however,
Johns spirits were steadily failing him,
and one night he walked into the Hob
Mob clubhouse in quite savage mood.
A half-dozen or more gentlemen were
lounging about the room when he en-
tered, and walking up to them he said,
as he twirled a button of his coat that
was hanging by one thread: Boys,
Rave yon ever heard Of the Ideal club?'
Jim Solid and Sam Verybrigl,t looked
at each other and smiled, while Tom
Wisdom threw down his paper with a
loud sigh.
II should say we had" cried he.
Don't our wives all belong to It'll"
Mrs. Bluestocking has joined 1t,
| too" said John.
~ concluded So" answered his
| friend, CHANGING significantly at the
| loose buttons on Johns coat, and pull
ing down his own sleeve to hide g
frayed cuff.
"She writes papers from morning till
night, and never has moments time
TO talk to a fellow, or to-to-sew or
his buttons" cried John, growing rec
in the face Now, l say something
must be DONE"
There must" cried the others il
chorus.
And l have an idea," continued
John.
Air it," cried the chorus.
"Hypnotism," said John, slowly.
The men stared.
"You've all read 'Trilby,' O.
course" said John, impatiently. "Nov
Svengali hypnotized Trilby and made
her sing, and ! propose to hypnotic
Catherine and make her sew"
A burst of laughter greeted this an
nounccment; but after little discus
sion the four gentlemen shook hands
and departed to their several homes
intent on trying the experiment.
The next evening. as Catherine Blue
stocking bent over her desk, her hus
band walked softly into the room. Plac
ing n pile of buttonless shirts, ant
stockings with airy heels and open
worked toes, on a stand, together will
his wife's work basket, he moved it Gloss
beside the desk. Fixing his eyes on he
face with an intent gaze, he begai
making silent passes before her witt
his hands, and presently she looked up
what is the matter, John? Are yo'
ill?" said she, meeting his stern eye
with surprised look.
John made no answer, but still glare'
L. l.. l.
"How ridiculously you are behaving
John. What do you mean?" cried Cath
crime, pushing back her chair and turn
ing around. AS she did so, her eyes fel
on the workstand with its pile of mend
ing. and quick as flash the situation
dawned upon her.
Sitting desire to laugh which nearl
strangled her. she dropped her lids owe
her eyes, and leaned back in her chat
with IL long sigh. Slowly and mechan
cally she reached out her hand 10 tn
workbasket, and, picking up the littl
gold thimble, placed it upon her ink
stained finger; and Johns heart bega
to beat fast at the success of his expo
riment.
\ long silence fell upon them, Will
Catherine fastened buttons to their II
spective places, and swiftly filled u
holes with dainty weaving; while job
sat bolt upright in his chair, not DARN
to move his eyes from her face, lest til
spell be broken.
At the next meeting of the Ideal clu
it was noticed by the other member
that Catherine Bluestocking, Mary wis
dom and Dorothy Verybright each o'
cupied their hands with sewing of u dc
nestle nature during the exercises
and for once Mrs. Bluestocking failc
to have her paper ready Mt the appointe
time.
"Is marriage failure?" was the sui
ject of said paper; and those member
who still enjoyed single blessednes
were anxiously looking forward to i
hoping it might be guide to futul
! action.
The Blustockings were at supper on
evening shortly after this, when job
noticed that his wife was arrayed in