The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-01-28

again that l won't drink swill; and 1
won't Now, will you remember it?"
Crash! At the question ne had swept
the plate off the table to the tloor,where
it lay in twenty pieces, in pool of
| greasy soup that soaked rapidly into
the rich carpet.
| held my breath. DcSiree held herS
also. and looked for one Wild dismayed
moment into her husbands fiery eyes.
Then she recovered herself.
You are rrright," she said, with at
least three RS. Perfectly rrright. 1t
ees swill. BAH" and without the culver
Of an eyelash she swept her plate su-
perbly into the middle of the room, and
the two greasy pools crept amicably
towards each other. Then she rang
the bell and calmly ordered the joint to
be brought on.
| must say for Bagley that he knows
when he has gone far enough; he took
his cue from his wife, ignored the cha
OtiC messes on the carpet, and allowed
the meal to proceed to a really pleasant
conclusion. But he was simply dumb
struck with surprise. The conversa-
tion. as might be expected, was formal;
and ] did most of (which was also
to be expected. Bagley wae aware
that by going into the crockery bust
ness herself his wife had spiked his
biggest gun. The man was dazed.
Desiree had a blazing color in her
face, and looked dangerous, but shL
invited us to the DarlOr after dessert
| with the SuaVity of a duchess, and
never weakened once, not even when
the distant tinkling of soup pla:e DEM
onstrated that the work of reconstruc-
tion was going on in the dining room.
| was really afraid to leave the house:
so | swallowed my objections to him as
n man and brother, and played chess
with Baglcy.
At 10 O'Clock, as was his wont, Young
Julius woke up and howlod. After a
period Of irresOlution his mother rose.
Sarah" began Bagley. with an om-
NOUS polish Of tone, sit down. Let
him yell himself to sleep. It's good
for him"
This last argument destroyed the
balance
stuff said Desiree with fine ap-
preparation Of her husbands favorite
ejaculation. IF it ees good for him to
yale. 1t ees bettair for him to be at
tended on" and she very decidedly
left the room.
II was but five minutes work for me
TO Checkmate after this. and, after the
achievement : made a frantic and sue
cesstul attempt To get out of the house.
l was no longer afraid of the madame.
IL her young eyes was the strong dawn
of resolve To defy church and state.
ana get finger in her own pie at
last. And she did.
told the tale all over san Fran
cisco. You can't imagine how pleased
Bagleys friends were We rallied
around little Sarah to d man. and.
taking advantage of a months absence
or BdgleN's thc was sent Oh business
BY his lirm), We took her ANA uu aunt
OF julius 10 many amusements. and
chcered her up, and did some training
on our own accounts In two days'
tlme the bang eappeared--doGble the
quantity Of it, too.
That was several months ago, She
snuhs Bagley now as often as he needs
H. and never turns a hair. She isn't
half as sweet as she used to be. but
Lord! who could expect it? We often
wonder where her shy submission has
49, ''''N nave NOAlt 10 lIle con-
cluslon that in year and half of uuies-
cence she was merely getting her
bearings, and allowing the land TO lie
rallow for fine harvest later on.
She has found her tongue at last. has
got grip on the language, and rattles
away with twice the volubilty of an
Englishwoman, and with a finer stock
Of idiOms.
Bagley is just nowhere when he be-
gins TO argue with her, for she has a
nimble wit, which invariably turns the
laugh on him, even when she is in the
wrong and knows it,
When she gets tired now, she goes to
peu' On cold nights, she thinks moth
ing of enjoying the warmth OF the par
lor as long as possible by putting up
her bangs in curl-papers under the
very eyes OF the Queens subject. Once
or twice she has overturned our hands
at whist and yawningly sent us home.
she Is really little spitfre; but who
can blame her? Al she hadn't been
curbed to the kicking point. she'd be
trotting along as good as gold to this
very moment.
We uphold her hands, as it were, and
egg her on, and the fun is immense.
But the trouble is, this sort of thing
is so apt TO end in divorce-Marlon
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