The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1899-07-13
A QUESTION OF HEREDITY,

Papa and Mamma Both Claimed the
Sweet Disposition.
There was plainly trouble in the
Dewey menage.
Mr.. Dovey's morning chops lay undis-
turbed upon his plate as he nervously
SKINNED over the headlines of his
newspaper, while Mrs. Dewey took
gulping sips of coffee and stared fixed
ly, with red, swollen eyes at the sugar
bowl. The silence that momentarily
reigned was like that electric oppres-
siveness in the air just before thun-
derstorm.
"Pshaw!" at length exclaimed Mr..
Dewey, throwing his journal on the
floor, "the papers never print anything
in the way of news now" And he
looked across the table at Mrs. Dewey
in anticipation of some sort of contra
diction.
But the woman vouchsafed no reply
beyond talking another gulp of coffee
and shifting her gaze from the sugar to
the cruet-stand. Mr.. Dewey got mp,
upsetting his chair as he did so.
81 suppose" he said, sarcastically,
as he savagely bit off the end of a cigar
and ruined it, II suppose, now that you
have succeeded in spelling my whole
day, you are supremacy happy?"
"Happy!" echoed the young wife,
with bitter laugh. mo. 1 am su-
premely disguised. That is all"
"Oh, indeed" sneered Mr.. Dovey, as
he put on his overcoat, ''if 1 disgusted
you, wonder you ever made up your
mind to marry me-"
II didn't" was the quick rejoinder.
"Icould not have had any mind. I must
have done it in a moment of emotional
insanity"
The hand came off Mr.. Dovey's UNI
brella in his hand and he threw tbs
umbrella under the sofa, much to the
terror of the pug dog, who had sought
refuge there at the beginning of the
storm.
II don't Think" he said, through his
teeth, as he buttoned each button o1
his coat into wrong button hole, "that
can plead insanity in having married
you. It was something else.'
''Idiocy, suppose" Suggested Mrs.
Dewey in faint voice, evidently pre-
pairing for another outburst of tears.
"No," returned the husband, as he
turned to go, mot idiocy. Charity!"
''Brute!" came the reply in scream
And Mrs. Dewey sank onto a lounge,
bursting into a torrent of tears. Mr. Do
vey picked up the chair he had upset and
then threw it across the room. Then
he kicked the pug, who had emerged
from his place of concealment in favor
of the umbrella, into the coal scuttle;
shut the door with bang that knocked
down several pictures and left the house.
''Now, what on earth is the matter?''
asked Mrs. Dovey's bosom friend, Marie,
just then entering the room. Il met
Mr.. Dewey in the hall, and when I
smiled at him he scowled like disap-
pointed offceseeker."
'EOh, dear! Oh, dear!" sobbed Mrs.
Dewey on her friends shoulder. ~
have been through a dreadful scene.
We have had an awful quarrel, and
and-and think I am the unhappiest
woman in the world"
'sThere now, don't cry" said Marie,
sympathetically, "but tell me what it
is all about
''Oh, he was so cold-and so cruel
and so abusive-and so violent. And
he said such perfectly terrible things
and he called me such fearful names. ~
Mrs. 'Dovey managed to get out, be-
tween her sobs-''that I don't think l
ever care to see him again"
"And did you let him say all those
things to you without making any re-
ply?" queried her friend, Indignantly.
''No," replied the young matron, a
faint CLEAN of satisfaction struggling
through her tears; II think I managed
to hold my own"
"But what was it all about?" asked
Marie.
''Oh, we got into dispute, and at
last with a fresh sob) he told me
that he only married me out of charity
AS though there were no other man on
earth for me!'
"But," persisted Mrs. Dovey's friend,
'you have not told me what it was all
about?"
"Why, yes 1 have. We got into a
dispute, and then we raved and stormed
at each other in terrible way"
''But, my DEAR" repeated Marie, de.
spairingly, 'swhat was the argument
about? What did you dispute about?
You haven't told me that"
Haven't I?'' asked the little matron,
wrinkling her brow. "Why, no; !
don't believe I have. Well, III tell you.
We got into dispute as to which one
of sit was that the baby inherited it's
sweet and lovable disposition from. y
N. Y. Herald. =.
Young Philosopher.
He is only six, and he has been quoted
in print before. His humor is natural