The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-04-09
BOTH TO BLAME.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

oii'' ''tt'IlS tIdIi7 ICC9tt' II NlOS9 liC
mean We all have our trials" il
means, Nobody ever had or ever vii
| have, such trials as [ am called upon
to endure" So at least Mrs. Dyer
understood it, fer she exclaimed eager
Iy:
DO tell me what you mean, dear
Is Tressler Inkind to yOu?"
20. he's kind enough, as far a5 that
goes" sighed the pretty mouth be
hind the laced pocket handkerchief
'Ge5-he's uniformly kind"
He doesn't gamble" Mrs Dyer
dropped her voice mysteriously on the
! last word
No; | don't think he has a single
bad habit; not one"
We'll then, what is the troubled"
Nothing only am miserable
But why are you miserable|
Mrs Trpssler would not tell why She
was miserable, however; she only took
refuge behind the general statement
that life was full Of trials and she
couldn't, expect to be exempted from
| her share"
But, Sarah, what DO You mean?
Nothing
And i'll vain Mrs. Dyer coaXed and
argued and reasoned when finally
she rose to take leave, Mrs Ircssler
cried and kissed her and protested,
more vehemently than ever, that
nothing was the matter.
Come and see me soon again. dear
sobbed Mrs Tressler. for am SO un-
happy"
I'm glad I'm a woman, said Mrs.
Dyer, as she went away For. other
wise | might get pretty thoroughly
ont OF patience with the SEX
SO Mrs Tressler went back to the
bright room where the piano was hold
ing out its ivory fingers to welcome
her, and the merry sunbeans laughed
a golden. voiceless peal upon the
crimson roses OF the carpet, and the
pmoquet swung on his perch like a
trCpic burst Of scarlet flame. and sat
dOWnin the gloomiest corner she could
find, TO cry.
Some people are born to trouble
some have their troubles thrust upon
them-and some people make their
troubles for themselves. And to this
latter class belong Mr., and Mrs Alon-
70 Tressler
It's three o'clock said Mrs. Tress-
ler, the next day, looking at the
enamelled toy she called a watch, and
Alonzo is not home yet, He is never
punctual now days. Home and wife
have alike lost their power to please.
Oh, dear, if | had only stayed home
with mamma An unlOved wife has
nothing further to live for; only wish
| was dead and out Of Alonzo's way
While at this very identical mo-
ment Mr.. Tressler was inserting his
night key in the latch of the door.
She never comes runningto meet me
now unused Alonzo, knitting his Jove-
like brows. CJoye-like, we suppose,
means square and massive, and rather
sIllkyD We'll. we'll, / know I'm an
old fogy, twelve years older than she
Is, and | ought to have known better
than to marry little blue eyed bios
som like her. Halo, young Jones
card on the hall table. What's he
plOhlillS ItIt IOl, INO VI tultt Ilillc5
q week He's young and I'm not
that's the long and short of the mat
ter, and | ought not to blame Sarah -
poor little Sarah
SO, 10y way of not blaming Sarah,
Mr., Tressler stamped sayagely into
the room with his Jove like brows
very much contracted and his nose
high in air, without noticing his wife's
presence in any way.
Good afternoon" said Mrs. Tress
ler, stil1ly She had risen with the in
tention of running into his arms and
sobbing out her grefs upon his breast,
but she saw that this was no fitting
time for wifely condolences.
Oh SAID Mr.. Tressler. Good
afternoon"
4 suppose you did not see me-"
SAID Sarah, with cutting irony.
Yes" said Alonzo, Il saw you
VIII dinner never be ready"
Il am not cook" said Mrs. Tressler,
biting her lip very hard
On said Mr. Tressler. scowlirg.
and a silence ensued. Has any one
been here to call this morning" he
asked, at length
Several persons
IressIer set lis teeth. ''She won't
mention young Jones, of course"
Sarah looked very pretty as she sat
in the window with her bright hair
touched with golden CLEANS of sun
shine, and her blue eyes humid with
the tears she would sooner have died
than let fall, and Tressler remember
ed with pang how very good looking
Claaencc Jones was, while he-Pshaw
a stout, burly. red faced man, more
like the comic pictures in the weekly
papers than anything else what had
he to boast Of?
Ill bring this matter to a focus, or
II know the reason why" he said to
himself.
So. after stnding up and down the
room twice or thlice. he stopped
abruptly before the little figure in
purple muslin.
Mrs. Tressler, l am going ont Of
town this evening"
Sarah started ana the color rose.
D dllCb blNNC. ~ ltt CAtth. lDul Sllr
repressed all sound, externa! show of
emotion, and sat. moyeless rs statue.
with her eyes fixed abstractedly on
the pink little tips Of her fingers.
'1es2'
And | do not exactly know how
long shall be gone-perhaps amonth
perhaps longer
SILL S0pa ~, ,atln M,
If you'll pack my shirts, maa'am,
yolll do me great favor" said Mr..
Iressler, with scathing excess of po-
htenesS.
oh, certainly SAID Mrs. Tressler,
sweeping gracefully ont of the room
By Jove" calculated Mr. Tressler,
shifting his forehead with clenched
hand, she don't care two straws
She's relieved rather than otherwise.
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