The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1907-09-03
THEIR
FIRST
QUARREL.

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guest, but 1 was sorry for her, any
way. They seemed to get along quite
well at first, and everybody said what
a happy couple they were. OF course,
ne was polite, but anybody could no.
itice the sarcastic tone of his voice,
and although she laughed at what he
said her cheeks were pretty red I
guess it wasn't their first spat by
good many"
II always thought they got on well
together, said Mrs. Wachilope. He
always seemed very nice to her, /
know, and she seemed devoted to
him.
you can't always tell" said Wac
Hope.
mo. indeed, agreed the visitor.
Whenever / see a couple so particu-
larry loving and sweet I always say
to myself, Look Quit" II make up
my mind that it isn't all honey and
molasses"
We'll, you mustn't think that of
us. laughed Mrs. Wachilope
"0h, dear, mol" said the visitor,
with tremendous emphasis upon the
dear
Because" said Wachilope, with
conscious pride, I'VE haven't man
aged to accomplish our first quarrel
yet
isn't that lovely!" said the visitor.
Don't you believe him. said Mrs.
Wachilope. I'VE quarrel dreadfully.
He's the worst tyrant.'
my dear!" demonstrated Wachi-
lope
You know you are,' said the
young wife. Don't you remember
when we were going to the theatre
the other night how fearfully savage
and impatient you were with me be-
cause You were afraid we were going
to miss the train?"
"Oh!" said Wachilope, with sud
den enlightenment eYou allude to
my action in throwing you down the
stairs and then dragging you out to
the vestibple by the hair of your
head. / admit that I was a little
impatient then"
Why, darling!"
but then you exasperated me by
throwing boots at me as came up
the stairs
Henry, dear, don't think it nice
Of you to say such things even in
jest"
Well, perhaps it was only one
shoe and it hit me in two places
ut really wasn't any such thing"
explained Mrs Wachilope, turning
with a distressed air to the visitor.
He's telling stories
Now. that's nice thing, isn't it?"
said Wachilope, likewise appealing to
the guest. "A lady in her own house
and not married six months coolly
and deliberately tells her friend that
her husbands addicted to untruths."
Hush, my dear, or Mrs. Junker-
son will think that we are quarreling
now"
"Oh, no; I'm sure you are not, ;"
said the visitor, rising. We'll, / de-
clare I've been here for nearly an
hour and didn't mean to stay more
than twenty minutes at the outside.
really must so. I'm ever so glad to
have found you at home. Now, you
and Mr. WachiIope must come soon
and see us. My bag? Oh, yes.
Well, good-by Now, don't forget to
come soon. Good-by."
Wachilope noticed that his wife
had more than the usual color in
her cheeks as she came back into the
parlor
We'll, the old lady went, did she,
sweetness?" he called cheerfully.
Eyes, said Mrs. Wachilope, with a
slight chill in her voice, and she's
gone off to spread it all over the
neighborhood that we have had a
quarrel"
"A quarrel!"
why, certainly I'm sure you did
your best to give her that impress
sion
My dear, what did say?"
How can you ask me? You know
very well what you said"
About dragging you around by
the hair of your head? My dear,
why Ha, ha! You don't mean
to say You think she had any idea
of taking that seriously? Ho, no!
That's good joke
You said it seriously enough.
You ought to be ashamed of your.
self, Henry, dear"
my own, l wouldn't have men
TONED it. but don't you think it was
little hard on me to say was a
tyrant and savage and impatient to a
stranger? wouldn't have minded
with anybody else. but that old
hen
Il don't think it's nice to call
lady hen. Besides, she had just
said she suspected things when people
were too nice to each other, and /
thought you would have seen tnat"
"Oh, I'm dense, know-and
coarse. That's twice this afternoon
you've accused me Of not being nice. Y
II don't think it was nice
"Just because ioked little and
t--oh, what's the use OF trying to ex-
plaing''
And because joked little.
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