Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1901-06-20
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HONEYMOON;

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1t was the day after the wedding and
wet enough to damp the ardor Of the
most devoted of bridegroOms. And
John Hampton was not the most de-
voted. He had married. as most eau
tious and selfish young men do. be-
cause he wanted home And some one
to look after his home comforts. He
had tried housckeepers. but they had
proved failures one and all. They
wanted too many evenings out, and
their appearance was not calculated to
decorate any smart little suburban
villa.
And SO John meditated deeply about
the matter. Should he hamper himself
with wife or should he engage an
other lady housekeeper and see how
that worked?
why not combine the two and get
q wife as we'll rs lady hOusekeepcr!"
thought John. and SO he kept sharp
eye round him for bright. pretty do
mesticated girl whom he could honor
with his intentions with view to mat
TimOny.
And at last his diligent search was
rewarded. Madeline Gray possessed
every attraction and virtue that John
had determined his pretty wife should
have. She was pretty, brilliantly pref
ty. Her hair was like spun gold. and
her eyes were as blue as the bluest Of
china: but, as John Hampton remark
ed. beauty was not everything. and
Madeline's hands. though small and
white, were the nimblest in the world.
She could knit. and she could sew. she
scrub, and do it all in the daintiest and
most becoming manner too. Truly
Madeline Gray was jewel which only
required the setting of that little Nor
wood villa to perfect.
And John Hampton thought himself
extremely lucky when this model Of
virtues accepted his attentions and lat
or his dignified proposal OF marriage,
and that was how he happened to be
looking out Of the window of his mod
est little apartments at Brighton one
very wet day in May.
The scene was depressing enough.
The sea looked dark aud gloomy. the
beach was deserted. and now and then
a detected looking individual envcloped
In macintosh hurried along the pa
rade with the seeming object OF get
ting home as quickly as possible.
"HOneymoOns are a mistake said
John to himself. IF hadn't wanted
a change Of air. shouldn't have come.
It's an ideal morning for the seaside, !
must say"
At that moment Mrs. Hampton en-
tered the room. and he turned to greet
her.
mot a very charming morning, my
dear, is it?" said he amicabiy
well, what can you expect from a
place like Brighton?" said his wife
coolly. ITS all the same here whether
1t rains or Shines"
John raised his eyebrows in surprise.
why, my dear he began anxious
ly.
You thought / liked Brighton. sup
pose" interrupted Mrs. Hampton calm
ly. well. it's pity you didn't trou-
bic to inquire before AS you arranged
this holiday yourself, you mustn't
grumblc. and now come and have your
breakfast"
To say that Mr.. Hampton was sur.
prised is stating the case too mildly
He was simply astounded. He looked
Mt his wife as at some Chinese puzzle.
Was this self possessed and command
ing woman really the meek and sub
dued little maiden he had married the
day before?
And yet there she sat, her golden
head as golden as ever, her eyes as
blue. pouring out the coffee with as
much sang froid as il she had been
Mrs. Hampton for years.
II presume you ordered this break.
fast" she said as she finished her task
Yes. dear" said John. rs there''-
mo. there isn't anything like" she
replied. without troubling him to finish
his remark. and looking at the viands
On the table. "Win you please ring the
hell?'
John obeyed. and when the maid ap
peared she gave an order for a new
laid egg and piece of hot toast. pass
ing the cold meat to her husband Will
the dignity of a queen.
And very good breakfast she mad
too. John was rather taken aback. l,
his idea delicate and refined wome,
should eat very little and of the dainti
est viands. and this morning meal o
his wife's surprised him as much a
her manner had done. She had ac,e,