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A FIGHT wITH A GHOST, . : : ; . CHAPTER XX. A FAMILY JAR, . CHAPTER XXI, A CAsE oF MISTAKEN IDENTITY, : é - CHAPTER XXII My Moruer-in-Law, . : ; ; : 3 CHAPTER XXIII, JEWELL’S MoTHEr-In-LAw, : : oe CHAPTER XXIV. DISTURBING A MEETING, . ; ; ; s CHAPTER XXYV. A New VARIETY oF Fow1, ; ; : ; CHAPTER XXVI. ‘Tue Bureau oF VITAL STATISTICS,. . . CHAPTER XXVIII. PoLiItics AND REPENTANCE, j ; : ; CHAPTER XXVIII, How AN ANGEL was Foouen, . : CHAPTER XXTX, LirE INSURANCE AND DEATH, ; : CHAPTER XXX. How I Losr A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT, . CHAPTER XXXI. Tur VICTORY OF THE WOMEN, . . 262° © 212 >. 292 . 826 ~DoaerE DARLING, J USTICE aT LAST, : CONTENTS. BARA tI, CHAPTER I. AN AMBITION GRATIFIED, CHAPTER IL _I Do Some Goon, CHAPTER II. _A ScHEME, CHAPTER Iv. MIcE IN THE PLOT, : . ; CHAPTER Y. In JAIL, ; ; ; ; CHAPTER VI. THE FURIES, : : : : CHAPTER VIL. A PorntT GAINED, ‘HUnTGIL1, =e ean es a CHAPTER IX. THAT Horrip NAME, . x ; : CHAPTER X. CauGHT AT LAST, ; : : ; CHAPTER XI. THe UNGUARDED Hovr, ; ; CHAPTER XII. Lov Cra’s CONUNDRUMS, f 2 CHAPTER XIIL - Pur Yourseir in My Prace, CHAPTER XIV. CHAPTER XV. A LAWYER’s REMINISCENCES, . CHAPTER XV I. LiFe’s CHANGES, . CHAPTER XVII. Ie GnIs FaTvus EMOTIONS, . CHAPTER XVIIL CHAPTER VIIL | CHAPTER XIX. A GRAND CONCLUSION, . S $ LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. AvGUSTA AND I,. " ; GETTING A LICENSE, . ° IMPORTUNITY, : ‘= 7 IRRITATED, . . - fi A SURPRISE, é 7 : Harry THouGuHt, : DISAPPOINTMENT, ‘ ‘ In THE VESTIBULE, . : JACK, . 3 : F ~A Pretty Coat, é : INDIGNATION, : : ° THE FINAL SCENE, . - A Hasty Towrr, .. . TAKING A HAND, . : é UsELESs ARGUMENT, . x THE STATION AGENT, . . SHE MisseD SOMETHING, . THE TELEGRAM, . ° < REUNITED, . : THE GREAT Gai minknion, PART OF THE PROGRAMME, . THE PROMISE, : AN UNGRATEFUL he recs A New VENTURE, . . Tuer RESULT, . ‘ bs Tur RESCUER, ‘ 2 e ‘“‘Homng, SWEET Homes,” ,. Tur ELoQuENT CLERK, . ‘‘A Deposit PLEASE,” , A SwHarP BARGAIN, . $ FACING THE STORM, . ° A Heroic STRUGGLE, 5 TRYING THE ARTICLE, : Me VENT-HOLE; 3 = oo | A Nice Frx, : ‘ ’ PAGE. (Full — Sessa (Full Page) (Full Page) (xi) 21 Go WH W 0 dH oO 29 Co Ot a ®@ Oo ~ EXPERIMENTING, ; : : - ° ° : ‘ . . 144 Xi LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS, Page. OWHAT ARE THESE? 29 pe oak re ee ee A Water VIEw, BER Ben gee ate Phas anal Geena eae i ie ALONE, . : i ; : : Ga Oho . ss : BY fo : SMELLING BMOKI, Cre tN eo Nee he ls Gan ee AWAKENING THE WIpow, . Ce aigoue ee ‘ ; ‘ 80 A BARRICADE, . : n is 2 Z ; : i £81 ASSAULT AND BATTERY, . Fi, ae ‘ . 3 ; 83 CHRISTINE, . : 4 : ° ° e ° : ; < OF EXPRESS CHARGES, . Ei ‘ ° 3 : : , Shea. Rey. SHEPARDSKIN, . eee ° . : ‘ . 92 Tue SEARCH, , ; ‘ ° ° Pie tg a ; E . 94. How It Was Dong, . j - e ‘ Ps : Nae as . 95 THE DELIVERY, . . 3 > ‘ ° : 5 é . 96 A PasToRAL CALL, . : ; : hie afi es ‘ ! . 98 Too Mucu MEDICINE, é ° , 5 é : A . 100 THE TEMPERANCE COMMITTEE, . ° ° ° ° P . 101 BEHIND THE Door, . ~ 5 e e Piprae eb 5 102 AFTER THE STORM, . : : ° : 4 5 i . 104 ‘““Watco Mr Now!” . : : ‘ Ss 5 ; . 106 SatuRDAY Nigut BATH, . ; “ . gh a ; 107 SHE NEEDED THE PEDDLER, . ‘ A : a ‘ . 108 ARTISTIC WORK, . ‘ : : : ° 2 ;. E o SAO RED WITH WRATH, . ; * s Ps . i : THe SADDEST Man In New YORK,. 4. 6 « «6 » Bile Se 3 AROUSING THE INMATES, . s s ; : ‘ ‘| 112 ne CAUGHT IN THE ACT, ; . ae e Luar tre ; . 114 ; Mrs. BERKELEY RELIEVED, A ° . ° ° ° ‘ . 115 BUSINESS IN THE KITCHEN, i ° ° ° e : ‘ UTES ‘““THERE’S Two or “EM!” . : : . 4 ; ‘ : . 122 No. — BLEEKER STREET,. : i ° ° ‘ 2 « ABE GoInG ON A MISSION, . ; s ° ° ° ° ¢ x © 127 Srrivine FoR New LIFEs, . ° : ‘ a A < f . 128 ‘‘T,00K) HERE!” ©. : : ; eink Nebeditg see iat : pe e354 His Own SwEET WILL, . , . e ° F ; : 155 Dortne ITs WORK, oars . . ’ ; : , 3 . 157 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. xiii PREPARING FOR. COLIC, ‘ 3 ‘ si : x i : . 161 THERE I Was, .. f 3 ‘ 7 5 ; : . 168 Miss SLIMPSKITE, - A 7 * : ‘ “ : : . 164 Happy MoMEntTs, "| 3 A : : ; ; ; : . 165 EXTREMES MEET, -. “ ; a : : : < ‘ . 166 mou sAve A COLD?! <6.) ull Pape): 2 >. 168 A Provup Man, . . 4 : : ; 3 - ; : . 170 RM eT IU TTC UT OCS UGS pte Se ee Fis . 173 A DiIstTURBED is Gem oaa : > ; ; 3 . : me of ls" “AMEN!” = ; ; 5 . ; é . 1%6 OVER THE Aipvar WaALz,’ ‘ . . A é F 5 . 179 A TRAMP ACT, . ‘ ; : P : j ; : . 180 SHowine THEM How, .. ‘ ‘ 5 (Full Page,) . . 184 A CHILp’s Toy, . . = ; : ; - : . 186 - CHANGING PLACES, . : ‘ ; F ; . ‘ . 187 SALT AND ALCOHOL, . : ‘ : ; , 5 ; . 188 Domne THEIR LEVEL BEst, P 4 ; 7 K 3 ; . 189 STRANDED, . : : j ; : 5 . é ‘ 491 TAKING AN Levenroy : ; ; 2 ; = ‘ d . 192 THe Lost Founn, : 2 : 4 A : F . 198 Up THe RIvER, . : ; : ‘ : Sesh i . . 202 Domestic DuTIES, . : . F : ‘ ‘ ‘ ; . 203 “Wait a MrinutTse!” . ? 3 S 5 ‘ 3 . 204 A Goop SHoT, . : x : : : : ‘ = . 205 At THE CAPTAIN’S ‘Ounce, “ ‘ . - ‘ : y . 206 BEHIND THE BARS, . ‘ A 4 2 : ‘ ‘ : . 208 A Pie RACKET, .. . é ‘ ° ° ° ° ; ; . 211 Bie Insun, . 4 : : 2 : S 5 . : ; . 215 Frisky FrRocs, . m é _ R ‘ . ; eet With CreEAM GRAVY, ‘ 4 é é ‘ ‘. 3 é . 220 BERKELEY'S CREAMERY, . ; 7 ‘ ‘ A ‘ ‘ . 222 A DiIscIiPLE OF TANNER, . : ; ; ‘ ‘ : - . 224 SISTING: FIG IGNIRY, <2 fo crco a) oy, ate en we ees hy BOR On A COLLECTING TouR, . . 5 ; 2 . ‘ ; » 227 A Warm RECEPTION, : ; ; ‘ a ‘ : ; . 229 A DILEMMA, R ‘ ‘ ; 2 ; < : , ‘ . 230 LUXURIOUS QUARTERS, 3 . F ; ’ ; ; ; . 233 A Mipnicut SHOWER, : ; : ; ; , z . 285 A Ranpom SHOT, : ; Z . : (Full Page,) . >» 287 “WHO ARE You?” . “ 3 A ‘ : : : . 240 Her APPEARANCE, ... Ce ay ) Joa eee Cie aT STEPPING OUT, . . F A . 3 : P 5 : . 242 Home AGAIN, . ; : “ - K 5 ‘ j . 243 A DELICATE SUBJECT, é : ‘ y ‘ ; : * . 245 BEHIND TIME, . : - A : ‘ P a > . 247 A STARTLING Barats ion: . . . ‘ ; : ‘ . 246 xiv | LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. JEWELL’S MOTHER-IN-LAW, TENDER RECOLLECTIONS, . : ° F “Watcu Out THAR!” : ; : “« Waar 1s [T?” . : ; : rs 3 THE BrRICKSEE MARCH, Reig = ° SUSPENDED PAYMENT, : : . SETTLING His AccouNT, . i . ¢ AN ATTACK OF THE CIMEX LBECTULARIUS, — Fancy STock, ; ‘ ; 5 IN THE INTEREST OF ScnNcE, - : SOMETHING WRONG, . ‘ - A ‘‘Looxs KiInpDER LIke It!” . : ; How Pa Drip It, £ i s . é How J.D It;:: ; - ‘ ; In DIsGuisE, : 4 J ; ‘ THE DROWNED Boy, . s : ‘ ° THE OPPOSITION PAPER, . A e ° OvuR RECONCILIATION, & A ° ° A CELEBRATED MEDIUMESS, . . AN OLD SCHOOLMATE, i r . ahi THE VISIT OF THE ANGELS, » : # THE HOROSCOPE, : Pa : ° Her Most Peacerun Days, . . . CORROBORATING EVIDENCE, ‘ ° . EXPERIENCE MEETING, : : . ° PREPARING FOR DEATH, . F ° ‘ WasTIne AWAY, . : P : . ; Tue Last FAREWELL, ‘ ; e ° A Lasr Act, : : é P . = Just My Luck, . “ > ° F . Brtne A HERO, . 5 ; ‘ : 5 SATO PUI =o : . . ‘ : INQUIRE WITHIN, eeleatig omaha ; TRANSFIXED WITH FEAR, . - . ; Aw Excitep Boy, : - j . ° Tue HInARious OFFICER, my . . AcROSS THE Boa, ‘ ; : ; Joun Hotcuxick TIED Fide TO A Post, . Lov Cra VISITS THE PRISON, HUNTGILL CONFESSES, Mrs. Lesiiz SEARCHING FOR Han Cup, (Full Page,) (Full Page,) (Full Page,) (Full Page,) (Full Page,) (Full Page,) (Full Page,) aoe S| 46° 5 pee CHAPTER -f. A WEDDING EXPERIENCE. “WAS to be married on the first day of May. The place was Chicago. The clergyman whom I had engaged to officiate explained to me that, by the laws of the State, it would be necessary for me to go before the Clerk of the County Court, answer certain questions, and procure a marri- ‘age license. To impress this important fact on my memory, he was good enough to tell me several amusing anecdotes concerning parties who had made great preparations for a grand wedding, only to discover at the last moment, when all the company were on the gut vive, that the license had ~ been forgotten. “Many of my friends, knowing my proclivity to forget everything, kindly took it wpon themselves to jog my memory repeatedly about the license. Hach one had known some- body who had drifted into a ridiculous dilemma because _ that essential document had been forgotten. One bride told that her marriage must be postponed, she backed d6¥ had been so indignant at the groom’s negligence, that, ee and out completely, and finally married bode else, = Another was so chagrined because the whole congregation te laughed in her face when she turned to leave the church— still in a condition of aged singleness—that she wenr home < and committed suicide. * an 18 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. These sad and truthful accounts so impressed themselves aes upon my mind that I hastened to the Court-house four weeks as ees before the marriage day, and became the proud possessor of ee Bs a, veritable official permission to have and to hold forever, if é oe a need be, Augusta Brownlow—said blessed privilege to take effect the moment any proper authority should pronounce us husband and wife. —~ = SSS = j 4 H) a4 fA SBS LALA, Ss Mee e: . : GETTING A LICENSE. Without any unnecessary delay, I carried the license to a) my minister and requested him to keep it for me tillit was oe wanted. With this simple request he refused to comply. | He was a man of unyielding method, and his method was to have the license handed to him by the eroom immediately preceding the ceremony. He wanted to flourish it before the assembly, and to recite, in his solemn, pompous style, “I hold in my hand an instrument sanctioned by the State and legalized by the great seal of the court, by which I am authorized, etc., etc.” . rf 5 j v¥. groomsmen were ready, the brides- exception of putting on my new wed- A WEDDING EXPERIENCE. | 19: On his refusal to take charge of the license—for which I have never forgiven him—I hurried away, resolved to trust it to Augusta’s care, for I knew well enough I should lose it if I undertook to keep it myself. I lose everything. From Augusta it received a cordial reception. So did I. My friends still continued to warn me not to forget the license. Toward the last, the question “ Have you got your license?” became very monotonous, and I was never so tired of any subject in my life.. Those who had never asked it before asked it now; and those who had already asked it a dozen times, asked it again. The hour arrived. The carriages that were to take us to the church were in waiting at the door. The maids were ready, the bride herself was ready and so was I, with the IMPORTUNITY. ding-boots. - . At this point in the proceedings four or five persons were simultaneously possessed of the same inquiry, namely: “Have you got the license ?” | “Do not be alarmed,” answered my precious intended, “There is little danger of my neglecting that.” So saying, she came forward, and with her own hands put the docu- ment into the breast pocket of my wedding coat, where it would be easy of access at the time required. I was then left alone for a few minutes to struggle with my new boots, which, being a size too small for my feet, went on vexatiously hard. Before I had fairly settled down to the task, a servant girl handed me a letter, which, as I soon discovered, con- 20 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ‘tained the bill for a box of cigars. I had bought them a~ week previous and had forgotten that they were not paid for. . “ What shall I tell the messenger?” inquired the girl, ee as T resumed work on my boots. “He is at the door wait- ae ing for the money.” ig I replied petulantly. 2 ee eo “Tell him to go and hang himself ! ” To be dunned while putting on a tight boot is enough to — eee irritate the ripest saint living. The more I thought of it, the more ex-" cited | became. I ought not to have thought of it at all, for as will appear in the sequel, there were other matters to which I should have given more careful attention... IRRITATED. “Tt is time to go,” said Augusta, speaking in the same low, calm, musical tone which had always made her voice so charming to my ears. “Yes, my dear,” I replied, “the boots are on at last. Don’t they look nice? Irounded the toes. The man who made them told me it would improve their appearance.” — Augusta had no idea what I meant, nor did she at that moment, particularly care. | When we arrived at the church, it was filled to overflow- _ing with the elite of the city—or rather of that part of it in which ates and I had lived, moved, and had our being. ON I think I felt a little touch of pride as I arenes up the broad aisle, leading one to whom others had vainly offered riches and honors—and who now was the cynosure of a thousand sparkling eyes. pointed. I tried the other breast A WEDDING EXPERIENCE. A Bee However, if I allowed myself to be too much puffed up, my downfall was speedily approaching. “J will now receive the license,’ said the minister in a loud, clear voice, as we arranged ourselves in front of the altars.—‘ What does this mean!” he exclaimed, in a lower tone when he had taken the paper from the envelope which I presented him. ‘It ap- pears to be an unpaid bill fora se i> SE oo Se an box of cigars.” *¢ A thousand pardons,” said I suffused with blushes and shame. 2% Es = Cz \y oS “Simply a mistake. I have the ZS license right here.” Thereupon l = iffy Mp dove into the pocket where I sup- \\/ « <= SS. ~ PA NS wy ‘\) iy Na ‘ii v SHIN ea NI wtih PSN i \ . 8 “sa (\ , ie | posed it was, only to be disap- W ty AE A oe pocket, then the two other pockets sites ag. of my coat, then the two side pockets of my pantaloons, then the hip pocket, and finally the vest pockets, even to my watch pocket. Afterwards I examined my pocket book, and opened my pocket diary. This accomplished, I began at the beginning and repeated the explorations in detail, amid the suppressed laughter of the congregation. Oh my, how the perspiration poured off of me! — My prolonged search, having met with no success, I gave the minister a most despairing look and said: ‘“ What shall I do?” | He had a heart of stone. “ Nothing can be done,” said he, “but to adjourn the meeting until you either find the old, or obtain a new license.” ~ “Viook here,” said I, “ Why can’t you go on with your _ ceremony ? You know I had the license. I offered it to you long ago.” pay MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “True, you did,” he replied, ‘“ but I must have the license in order to return it according to law. Every thing must- be done decently and in order.” So aggravating was his solemn manner of saying this, that I mentally resolved to do him some bodily harm at the first decent and or- on. derly opportunity. | ee Meanwhile Augusta had cater digs s/o patched a fleet-footed boy to see if the missing paper had not dropped out of my pocket while I had been laboring with my new boots. HAPPY THOUGHT. | : ai Nothing could have served better than this unhappy affair to bring out the beautiful coloring: of Augusta’s disposition. So entirely self-possessed did she ‘remain that the whole congregation were kept at ease. ‘Not a frown escaped her brow, nor the slightest reproof her lips. A reporter who was present—one of the kind who is all ears, from the top of his head down and out—made notes _ of the whisperings he overheard while we were waiting. “Tsn’t the bride charming!” was said by several. ‘“ Alto- gether too good for him!” was occasion- . ally the reply. “Oh, he’s a tip-top good fellow,’ remarked the more thoughtful, “only — oe he is such an unsophisticated, impulsive, Mi absent-minded, forgetful ' blunder-head, j that one never knows what scrape he will get into next.” The boy who had been sent for the PI4PPOINTMENT. lost license returned, with the graphic report that “ nobody couldn’t find hide nor hair of it.” ee ee ee ke he ee ae te ee WY Pe PR ee RS at ae Oe OS Bey Ao Ag eel ,. Re Ma Py MEE FT Ns 1 er ere A Ray dete aerate Cr al te ened So oe ME he Wer etn, eo RE be Ra pry Ate Ay eran oa ts ae Sais . : S A WEDDING EXPERIENCE. ‘ 23 Just at this moment, there came to me one of those sudden flashes of recollection which are remarkable for nothing except that they never come till they get ready. Suddenly I turned to Augusta and said: “I see through it all! That miserable license is in the toe of one of my boots. The shoe-maker told me they would be a little long at first, and advised me to put a wad of paper, or some- thing, into the toes of them. I suppose I must have thought I was using that dunning letter for that purpose.” “Step right up to the minister, ” said Augusta, “and ask him to excuse you while Ma go into the vestibule and take your boots off!” Acting on this wise counsel, I forthwith made an explana- tion to the clergyman and withdrew. Imagine my feelings as I went out alone, having to face the high tide of a great sea of upturned faces! How different it was from my coming in, when Augusta was upon my arm and we were escorted by a brilliant retinue of grooms and maids! It was a dreadful moment, and I got out of the church as quickly as I could. Reaching the vestibule, of course there was no chair to be had, so I sat down on the floor and began tugging at my boot. Do you think I could stir it a peg? Indeed, I could not. My feet had been swelling ever since I put the boots on. In fact, I had been so hot and excited that I was swollen all over. Pretty soon one of the ushers came out: “ What in the - world are you doing?” said he. “Hold your tongue,” said I, “or you will have the whole congregation out here. Lay hold of that boot and pull for dear life!” SS d the Ie % aT ha SERN “‘ Don’t you see you are my wedding clothes A few more jerks like that Zero I set him at work on the other rtain which one conta IN THE VESTIBULEe— “Youll spoil MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. dragging me all over the dirty floor.” NN aN He did as he was told, but he might as well have tried to” Then the wretch laughed till he could not pull at all. “ Hold! Hold!” cried I, when they had both seized my Two other men were sent for to take me by the shoulders and hold me back. pull up a liberty pole by the roots. * You don’t pull right,” said I. pulling me instead of the boot. last one and off comes my leg.” boot, for I was not quite ce Another usher came out. lower extremities. 94 license. ~ “Jack.” ‘In due time, the boy returned with one of those house-lifting screws,. more to the purpose, is what surprises A WEDDING EXPERIENCE. 95 Then the report got started and spread though the con- eregation like wild-fire that I had fainted dead away, and many believed that I had retired for that purpose. This brought several ladies with their fans and smelling salts, post-haste into the vestibule. Those who came first spoke hopefully. They said the blood was returning to my face nicely. They told the others to stand back so that I could get more fresh air; but they themselves never budged an inch, and not a breath of fresh air did I get. Meanwhile one of the ushers had dispatched the fleet- footed boy to borrow a boot-jack. Un- fortunately, however, the usher, in his haste, had abbreviated the order to which goes by that name. Why he didn’t get a four-legged jack, and done with it, which would have been me. : JACK, As the ladies became more numerous, more sociable and at least I felt’so —which may explain how it happened that one of my boots sympathetic, I grew smaller and smaller finally loosened its grip and suffered itself to be removed from my long-suffering foot. | Contrary to my usual run of luck it proved to be just the boot we wanted. The sorry-looking license was brought to _ light. . But my troubles were not at an end. In trying to get my : _ boot on again, so great was the strain upon my wedding- =— 26 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. coat that it parted in the back revealing a gap about twelve inches in length. I begged the ladies to go into the church and be seated. They went: I was so overcome with in- dignation that I stepped to the door and hurled the offending boot into the street. ‘‘ Now,” said I, “who will lend me one.” Just here a new difficulty arose. It was the opinion of good judges A PRETTY COAT. that there was not a boot in the congregation large enough to fit me. It so happened that just at that moment a policeman was passing. Who says the police are always absent when they are wanted? I called him in and briefly explained the situation. He was very kind. He said he had never stood up at a wed- ding himself, but he should be proud to have one of his boots stand up at one. With a slight turn of his ankle pe he kicked off the leather which encom- passed his foot and bade me climb into it. I don’t know anything about the numbering of boots, but if that was not a number fifteen there never _AMY — = ae. INDIGNATION, was one. | As I marched into church with it on, it seemed to come wabbling in after me as though Prag pL = a _ —— === > OL Daun sts rH NN ‘ \ Ni J - : He 3 B a/\\= \ | : Yh} ; i\ \ E ——— a ~. “2 ? Z = : “Ugg : : Za =Y Zs SDS Seem: : = kee é vs} (L {PF} / Ney wf a My aI AAs P ane? i OS == ——— THE FINAL SCENE. A WEDDING EXPERIENCE. 29 uncertain of its surroundings. It was never in such a place before. True to the instincts of its owner, however, it arrested—nothing in particular except everybody’s attention. . How it takes the conceit out of a man not to be properly clothed! It is so of ideas. That was the trouble with our officiating clergyman in all his preaching. He would dress a tiny thought in such flowing robes of language—such immense phraseological boots that it would require two deacons to lead it. However, we were married. Thus endeth the first chapter. CHAPTER IT. A TRAVELING EXPERIENCE. S soon as the wedding was over my wife and I took farewell leave of our Chicago friends, for we had resolved to make our home in New York City. We got away without mishap, and nothing occurred to mar our pleasure till the train stopped at Zania, a good sized station on the Lake Shore and Michigan Southern road. Here I was awakened—it must have been about two o’clock in the mor ning—by loud, excited voices oryIng: “Take him away!” “Put up that knife!” Kall him!” “Don’t shoot! ” I immediately recognized the fact that a desperate fight . . : . . ~ was going on just outside our sleeping-car. Nothing could have interested me more. For many years I had been constantly employed in gathering items for a leading news- paper. It is scarcely to be supposed that a professional and experienced reporter can quietly turn over and go to sleep again after being roused by a murderous outcry. I was determined to take in as much of that fight as possible, so I quickly pulled on that single outer garment which, strangely enough, we call “a pair,’ and without disturbing my slumbering beloved, hurried out of the car. (80) A TRAVELING” EXPERIENCE. GE As nearly as I could learn, some track-layers employed by the railroad company had taken advantage of night-time to lay down rails and secure a new road just where the citizens did not want it. These separate interests had just met in violent conflict. Stones had been thrown; revolvers had been used; and, as a result, there were a few broken heads and considerable wasted blood on the battle-field. The conflict as now rag- TT Ae a ay S25 <2 ing was mainly between 2 me =P the chiefs of the two ee oe OS = ze parties, and each was — bent on annihilating the ae ear: Ss other. As I stepped off the platform of the car an se oat SSS a a (cae Lahn PPL z= insanely excited young LM a man brushed past me, LT a aD ae exclaiming, ‘* Where is MMB 5 i IN i: #y i a a a a a ee ee oo zz Sa rer Co Ete Pa he? Show him to me! Pt fix him And knew he meant it, for ro ara, e FL Lh phghele —e a a a I heard the click of -his pistol as he cocked it ready for use. A HASTY TOILET, It was but the work of a moment for me to seize his arm and relieve him of his deadly weapon ; but no sooner had I accomplished the deed, than with the agility of a cat he turned and sprang upon me. Here was something I had not counted-on. Never in my life had I been engaged in a hand-to-hand knockdown. My voice was still for peace. It may serve to give one a 82 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. little insight into my naturally pacific disposition, when I say that I allowed that fellow to hit me right and left at least seven times, although it did not take him long to de it before I got real mad. I never like to be thoroughly exasperated, because somehow it seems to have the effect te make me impulsive. Aiter a while I began to pay back the liberal capital he TAKING A HAND. . had given me, and I added interest with no niggardly hand. I surprised myself. For an inexperienced athlete I had reason to be proud of my prowess. Of all the blows I aimed at my enemy only the last one failed to take effect, and this was owing to the interesting circumstance that just previously he had landed so far away that I could not reach him. — s - was my coat and vest, hat A TRAVELING EXPERIENCE. . ou But my troubles were not ended. My vanquished opponent had friends. No sooner did they witness my victory than they pounced upon me from every direction. Now ensued a struggle that I will not undertake to describe. 1 fear I came out second best, but it was so dark, and I was so completely mixed up in the promiscuous crowd that I can not positively swear just how I did come out. Suffice to say, when the scrimmage was over the train was gone. So was my sweetly sleeping wife. So and boots. What to do I did not know, and for a long time ANN ity | sie I kept on not knowing. Then it occurred to me to send a telegram to some station ahead of the train, to be delivered to my wife on its arrival, telling her to stop off and wait for me. Into the telegraph office I rushed and wrote a mes- sage accordingly. The op- USELESS ARGUMENT. erator would not receive it without having it paid for in advance. At this stage in the proceedings I was brought ‘suddenly to the realization that I had not a cent of money in my possession. All the capital I had in the world was in my purse, and that was under the pillow in the berth of the sleeping-car. Vainly did I plead with the operator to show me some favor in view of my misfortune. Vainly did I explain to a y a aa a. oe pnd ees oP oe eee ye Re REV er NS ee) oe ote at . Sa ea wEny PS Fae eee ee os 2 A eee Ed oct 5 : CNr a 34 | MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ae “him how I had just saved a human being’s life, and was therefore fairly entitled to some consideration. To all. that I could say he returned the most surly answers. He even went so far as to express the wish that I would be compelled to continue my journey on foot, and that I might never succeed in overtaking my wife. J demanded an explanation. Then it came out that I had been fighting against the Ra. railroad men. What favor could I expect from the railroad a te ~s Ree ta SE in return? Why had eS ~~ SSSSe ——. not I stayed in the car aS <—S —— and minded my busi- . Se SS ene — 7s SS RSs SS Se eae = ness, instead of coming Pee SSS outside to lend sympa- is Ss thy and support to a set of prejudiced, hot- ~<> Y, Ny yp headed citizens, who, if they could have their way, would break up every railroad corpora- tion in the country? As the tempestuous operator spat out these interrogatories I ob- served that his left THE*STATION AGENT. eye was swelling. I knew then what. was affecting his bile. He had been engaged in the late unpleasantness. I could almost recog- — nize the prints of my knuckles on his face. | I inquired for the ticket-agent. He also was wounded. Some of his comrades had just taken him home on a shutter, After considerable search I succeeded in finding the station- agent, but to my great disappointment he would neither lend A TRAVELING EXPERIENCE. 35 me a dollar nor provide me a place of shelter. His head was freshly bandaged and he was on his way to the drug- store. I waited for him to purchase a bottle of liniment and get away, when I entered the store, hoping to find some one who was not a railroad man. This hope was fully realized, for the night-clerk of that store turned out to be a perfect gentleman. I can never over-estimate the obligations to him under which his kindness placed me. No sooner had | told him my sad story than he enthusiastically eommended the course I had pursued. The railroad com- pany, he said, was bent on destroying the pride of Zania by cutting in two its beautiful park on which fronted the finest residences of the city. His own father had been engaged that very night in endeavoring to thwart the plans of the unholy monopoly. T had no difficulty in borrowing money of my new friend. He furnished me also with coat and vest, and was anxious to add a pair of boots, but he did not happen to have any that he could spare. However, he brought’ me a pair of - fur-topped overshoes, which 1 managed to get on. Thus respectably garbed I returned to the telegraph office and succeeded in getting a message sent to my wife, which, as I thought was very nicely and clearly worded, but which, as the sequel will show, proved to be quite the reverse. Meanwhile that lady awoke. At firstshe did not miss me. Why should she? Todo her full justice, however, it must be confessed that she did experience an undefined impression, as she opened her eyes and looked around and extended her arms and felt about, that something—she could not quite recall what—was actually missing. By chance her gaze fell upon two immense objects at the foot of the berth. She was thoroughly startled. At no a8 y 3 - * @& 36 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. * previous time in her life had she been suddenly called from Us te dream-land to face such great, black, hideous things as she Oe now beheld. They were my boots. No sooner had she recognized this fact than she began to wonder where I was. Without a moment’s delay she thrust her head out between the curtains and examined the floor to see whether I had not fallen out of bed in my sleep. Then she began to worry. Her imagination conjured up a thousand calamities that had SHE MISSED SOMETHING. befallen me. For five minutes she almost ceased to breathe in listening for my returning footsteps. This painful sus- pense could be endured no longer. Hastily dressing herself, she began to search for me through the train. Meeting the conductor, she plied him with a perfect shower of questions. All that officer could say was that there had been a general row at Zania, and that he had seen a half-dressed passenger get off and engage in it, and had not seen him since. This was anything but pleasant news to a young and — A TRAVELING EXPERIENCE. 87 trusting wife; but, bless her good heart, she did not lose faith in me for a single second. When, at the next station, the conductor received my message she wept for joy. THE TELEGRAM, Tearing it from the envelope she read as follows: “ ZANIA, 8 A. M., May 2, 18—. “To Mrs. Augusta Berkeley: “My Dear: Take the next train without fail. Stop at Adrian. The money is under the pillow. | | August BERKELEY.” What I had meant was that Z should take the next train without delay and overtake her at Adrian. _ What she understood was that she should get off at Adrian and there take returning train to Zania. As now review all the circumstances of the case, I cannot see how she could \ ‘open 38 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. have come to any other conclusion. She supposed I was without money, hat, or boots; and moreover predicted that I was seriously wounded. | With what I had borrowed from the druggist’s clerk I purchased a ticket and started for Adrian, about the time that Mrs. Berkeley was starting for Zania. Of course we REUNITED. met somewhere on the road, but were entirely innocent of that important circumstance. Arriving at Adrian, and learning that my wife had gone to Zania I jumped aboard a lightning express train which was just that moment returning, and went back to Zania. — -Meantime—indeed, I thought it was a very mean time,—Mres. Berkeley had left Zania and was returning to Adrian. Glace stn ee A TRAVELING EXPERIENCE. : 39 When I arrived at my destination and found I had made another blunder I resolved to wait where I was for my wife to come. When she arrived at her destination she resolved to wait where she was for my coming. Other mistakes occurred, but in spite of them all our blissful souls were reunited at the end of three days, and I promised my wife on my—fur-topped overshoes that I would never leave her again, fight or no fight, unless she was awake. She was very proud of me, however, and gave me several hundred kisses for having saved three men’s lives. (I told her it was three, and no doubt I was within the limit, for there was the man who would have been shot if I had not seized his mad pursuer and nearly annihilated him, and the pursuer himself who would have been hung for the murder, and the poor judge who would have presided at the trial and who undoubtedly would have died before it was ended.) ¢ CR APE by ate A CELEBRATION EXPERIENCH. N resuming our journey to New York, we chanced to fall in with another bridal couple, also from Chicago, and with whom | had been slightly acquainted. Travelers journeying in the same direction for similar purposes, natu- . rally feel interested in one another, there is a bond of sympathy between them. Newly married people particu- larly are affected by the presence of others in the same predicament. Singled out as they are and subjected to the curious gaze of the rest of mankind,—notwithstanding the efforts made to escape detection, the poor unfortunates are only too glad to receive the sympathy they get from others of their kind, and a mutual interest is the result. So we found our friends exceedingly pleasant traveling compan- ions, who, as well as ourselves, had had their full share of novel adventures, the relating of which afforded us all infinite amusement; while their mirth knew no bounds when we told them our experiences in getting married, and getting along on our trip. As the friendship thus commenced continued for’a number of years, the parties are justly entitled to a formal introduction: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Jewell. (40) A CELEBRATION EXPERIENCE. wee 41 I noticed that a great many country persons were board- ing our train, although it was quite early in the day; so I inquired of some of them what was the special occasion that brought them out. They told me that Jonesville was about to celebrate its semi-centennial anniversary, and there was to be a high old time there that very day. They were LEZ ——- :| —e SSS N race across @ AAS pond, and a PIES ANS $ YANN Sy Cd : \ WY \ \ XY 5 : if A Z LLL " Sas sack race up a hill. There would be three ~ THE GREAT CELEBRATION. greased pigs for people to climb, and four greased poles for them to—do something or other with. I was interested, although not enthusiastic; but when I learned that a part of the celebration would consist’ of a bicycle race, open to all competitors, and that the winner would receive five hundred dollars, my whole soul was ablaze. If there was anything I could do to perfection, riding a bicycle was that thing. I had practiced it for years, and no one in Chicago had been able to outride me. “Here is my opportunity,” I said to my wife. “We need 42 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. the money. Our three days’ delay in trying to find each — other consumed considerable capital. This five hundred | dollars will not only set us right again, but give us quite a A seie start in the world.” | , My wife was not favorably impressed with my proposition. She thought it looked like playing a game of chance for =; gain, which, as she regarded it, was the same as gambling. “No, my dear,’ replied I, “it will not be playing, but . working; and there is no element of chance, where one is = SN Sees DES ape . See Srey Nes =i . a PART OF THE PROGRAMME. ‘ i sure of winning; and, besides, I shall be helping to promote : ei i a most worthy enterprise.” ee a : My wife, out of the goodness of her heart, rather tha | 2 from her better judgment, suffered herself to be persuaded aS by my burning eloquence. | 2 In view of my prospective fortune, I could not be mean; | — so I invited Mr. and Mrs. Jewell to stop over at Jonesville Tis 24 to witness my victory, and insisted on making them my ea guests. i a ee: Sd wes ear aN Pe ieat BV ONRE SP ie ie lee ee mE EE SW Eee ae pe eat Peas a - aah fase < « A CELEBRATION EXPERIENCE. AT stretch, and never did he stop till he reached the goal and was declared winner of the race, amid the deafening applause of the multitude. | If that was not a swindle I never saw one. The next day the Jonesville Gazette came out with glaring headlines, saying that Mr. Sharpe had won an easy victory ever the gentleman from Chicago, having had plenty of time to dismount, while on the track, for the purpose of ovling his machine. After my disgrace, although Augusta met me with a sweet smile, she made me promise that I would never ride a bicycle again for money. | That same evening I got into another difficulty of a much worse sort. Mr. Jewell and I left the ladies in the hotel while we went eut to see a sack-race by moonlight. Strange to say, some of the most prominent citizens of Jonesville had been enticed into that ridiculous performance. Even lawyers and doctors allowed themselves to be tied up in a sack, while they tried to race down hill with each other. Everything is governed by mania. Just now this was the mania. At another time you could no more have induced — one of those respectable gentlemen to engage in this rude sport, than you could have persuaded him to eat raw oysters with a knife. ; ~ Unfortunately I myself am susceptible to the subtle power of the ruling mania, whatever it happens to be. At first, when I was asked to participate in the amuse- ment, I refused; but when fifty dollars were offered to the one who would go up the hill in a sack, making the fastest time, I thought I saw my way clear to recover the money | had paid out that morning as an entrance fee. MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. 48 He argued that I had He thought my success Mr. Jewell favored the scheme. ve y I had some difficulty in getting one large enough; but when once in it, I realized that my broad foundations much to gain, and nothing to lose. Enough said! Bring on the sack! would please my wife. would serve me well. See SSSSesy SSSesssh a as > re eee SSS So —- PEAR) N 2 ey A NEW VENTURE. imply a trial of muscle and agis s Running up hill in a b I more than In my anxiety to make a record that could never be and, as I had plenty of both, I won. U5 won. eri beaten, I tore down all barriers, and went far beyond the stretched rope which was designed as the stopping-place. Those miserable Jonesville villains encouraged my going on, A CELEBRATION EXPERIENCE. : 49 although they very well knew—what I did not kriow-—that directly in front of me B= SS was a deep railroad cut, whose banks of sand and gravel were very precipi- tous. It was only a ques- tion of time, and the time speedily came. Down I went, heels over head, carrying tons of earth with me, and bringing other tons after me. Between the track © and the embankment was a ditch filled with water; and into this I rolled, while the vast quantity of sand I had loosened rolled on top of me, until I could not move a muscle of my body, or obtain a breath --- of air. Death would have ended my career then _ and there had it not been for my friend, Mr. Jewell. Learning from others what had befallen me, he threw himself + into the treacherous cut, 2 50 . MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. at the risk of losing his own life, and at once began am anxious search for my body. This, in all probability, he would not have found till too late had it not been for the fortunate circumstance of stumbling across one of my feet, which had burst the sack, and protruded from the sand. That foot was my salvation. TI followed it out of my living AA \ WS \\ \\ AY \N AN SRO a a a <7 ae ta a SPSS Z <2 = i ars ZS oe “Ze £22 25 a it a Se =" in “ ao, Aa Le BN" pl antic, sag’, mer ¥ Sage “teu! THE RESCUE. grave, a sadder, but a wiser man. narrow escape from a horrible death. Never had Ia more As soon as I was sufficiently restored to speak, I gave my hand to Mr. Jewell, and begged him to regard me as willing servant for the rest. of my life. ‘‘Make me one promise,” said J. “If ever it is in his 1Dy: power to do you a favor, you will not hesitate to let me know.” eer yk A CELEBRATION EXPERIENCE. ‘ 51 He promised. «©Whatever you shall ever ask,” said I, “it shall be granted.” | Little did I realize then how much those words would cost me. More than once I have almost wished he had left me in my grave. But I must not anticipate. My good wife was glad to see me again, although not pre- pared for the dirty and wretched appearance which I pre- sented. Not one word of reproof passed her affectionate lips. She made me promise, however, as she gave me a hundred kisses, that I would never again engage in a sack- race. And she used such queer arguments, even saying that doing such things for money showed symptoms of the gambling mania. Did you ever! I told her. she would come to be so scrupulous, yet, that she would not engage in a raffie at a church fair. Then I learned, to my great grief, that she was opposed to that too. I tried to explain to her that nothing is gambling unless those who engage in it call it gambling, and that the little diversions which are sometimes practiced by churches and Sunday-schools are only a nice way which people - have of replenishing the treasury of the Lord. “There is a wide difference,” said I, “between sin per se and sin which is not per se.” But even this point, being a woman, she failed to see, and insisted on my giving the “right name” to those pecuniary games of chance in which even some saints of earth occasionally indulge. ‘Then I labored to show to her that what she was denounc- ing was simply a way—nothing in the world but a way of raising money, sometimes for the purpose of increasing a poor minister’s salary, or of paying the interest on a mortgage. a WIFE’ g FOOL or a “HUSBAND. ee “Yes,” said she, “one way to make Hamburg cheese is place common cheese in a Hamburg box. One way, 40; make ce oX-marrow pomade is to take swine’ Ss fat, and put it in ‘ en pretty bottle labeled with the picture of an Ox. One way to make a market for ideas is to have them placed over the autograph of a person who has notoriety, even though he | ‘may never have had an idea of his own. And one way to play Christian is to attach to a man the name of some — popular church, while he indulges in worldliness to his heart’s content. There are other WAYS. Ok ee At this point I dropped the Riese for there is is no use ee yes Boe ear a art trea. aK ee, iY Fa re a . CHAPTER. IV. HOUSE-KEEPING. EACHING New York somewhat more alive than dead, ine first business was to rent a small printing-office in Newspaper Row, and start a weckly publication, called “Tue Farmer’s Guipp. I knew very little about farming; but I did not apprehend any difficulty on that account, for my aim was to make an original paper, free from that prejudice and dogmatism which many editors manifest, if, by chance, they happen to be well-informed in regard to the subjects they write about. After investing enough capital to insure the starting of this’ business enterprise, my own means were entirely exhausted. Augusta, however, had a few hundred dollars that her father had given her as a wedding present, and [ ‘made the proposition to her that we take this and go to house-keeping. She did not readily respond to the idea. She intuitively felt, she said, that it would be a bad move, and advised our putting the money out at interest, and con- tenting ourselves with boarding at_a moderate expense. | My wite’s instinct seemed to be continually coming in conflict with my own cool, calm, reason-wrought judgment ; but, bless her heart! after a brief struggle she generally saw the folly of trying to argue without arguments, and gracefully surrendered to my aforesaid judgment. oe (538) 54 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. I was always right, logically; but, nevertheless, by mere - chance, things would so come to pass, that, in most cases, we should have been much better off if her instinct had been followed. : ‘Very well,” said she at the conclusion of our quiet little talk on. the subject, ‘it shall be as you say. But first we must look for a house.” F ‘We cannot rent a whole house,” said I. “T have heard about flats,’ she replied. “Are they too expensive?” “Most certainly they are, my dear.” “Then what shall we do?” “We must get a suite of rooms in a tenement-house.” I saw plainly enough that my wife was not pleased with this plan; but I had my heart set on it, so I said, in gentle accents : : : ‘Now, darling, do not allow that shadow to rest on your beautiful brow, for you haye only to remind yourself that the deprivations to which circumstances now compel us to ‘submit will be exceedingly brief. My “Farmer’s Guide” must soon bring in a rich return, and it cannot be many years before we may own a mansion on Fifth Avenue.” Augusta smiled and kissed me, as she said: * Of course, you know best, and I will willingly res with you anywhere.’ It is marvelous what a trusting nature that woman had. The best we could do with our limited means was to rent two large rooms on the fifth floor of a business house. My wife was delighted with my selection, it being so much better than she had dared to hope for. The secret of happiness is not in what we get, but in get- ting more than we anticipate. we 2 ee") Te he ES 3 oe ao sa = ee S © a x's 5 =) 2 © ‘air: ats Pie = . E>) p Soren qo = § = 3 | ° 5) = © e = eh | <8) Soa 2, sis x ~~ ~ fie) ~~ ez i aot Gas ao) S eo oy i) R td 9 oO 2. oO : = oe go 8 QD oO ae ro ‘Ss ems ©O oN -m eae Ba aa = ge stra eee a. DA ar SC 4 wn ‘@-o mote ce ane Fas] ool t peer aaa son dE = ; ey OOS a Soe ees ae Re ee AZ aoe es ras & ra x oO a ees es = “FF - © oO ea go. a a ‘= eee a oo cS 3 Rees a 8s Q Sets. on Sa} a BT S Bp on sy Be 3 i) ea se = Bis ee a ae = or on oO Be erat ee ad dos Gia FO Tei pn ed o i ecrent = co = an ye rae ego Ya pot = et ra SS ma a oO xq) oO OG te Sey ae FD ont ag rier a ees = re co a BES be 2. So Ceere Rey beara ue Ss Mare alee ae tee ta fas M = o/h ane eae) a 5 a Ben ee ops Se eS ; > SE Eo on : oN Di onw, oO mb : o So oO & So Ae oe aaa Ln Sa ot ae See eee BS, g 82 a8 2 Sen eaelen) entes| SH Pe meB | Sige ee gBees Et eS Set en a ee ee ae F 2 6 — aa 6 So = - = ; ’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. MY WIFE 56 Seeing a carpet-store, I thought I might as well get that article first, and have done with it. The clerk who waited on me had the “ gift of gab” to ~ . . is Insidious persuasiveness Under the magic of h perfection. at Le TMS i Yas BS THE ELOQUENT CLERK. nt my wife more than all else was an elegant Brussels carpet. The one which he unrolled before my enraptured gaze dis- played a wealth of delicate tints not to be compared wi I came to believe that the special thing which would please s The more I looked at it and the more I heard that man talk, the more spell-bound I became. — anything | had ever seen. a iar = a RRS ok A ie Le te ee he ° ered Soin . Ng hey Ses Pat ne le alin he . > oe * weg ‘Waa a HOUSE-KEEPING. 57 * $Y eps said I, “we do want at least one article really nice;” and as I thought of my suffering wife occupying | that cold, uncovered floor, and then, in imagination, saw her reclining on this carpet of richly-woven flowers, I said: ¢ 1'll take it.” , “Two dollars and a half a yard is very cheap for that elass of goods,’ remarked the oily-tongued clerk. “ What are the dimensions of your room?”’ , I looked at the paper which my wife had provided me with, and read: “ Twenty-two feet long by twenty feet wide.” “ And a magnificent bedroom it is!’’ exclaimed the man. “You will not find many in this city so fine and airy.”’ I was delighted with his conversation. I grew prouder every moment. “ Of course,” said he, “you must have something under your carpet to make it elastic to the tread; and you wouldn’t think of adopting the vulgar country practice of padding with straw or old newspapers.” I answered him warmly, that I would adopt nothing vulgar. “We have a lining of our own patent,” said he, ‘ which is decidedly the best thing in the market. It is made up largely of cedar shavings, to keep away moths.” ~< Do you charge extra for it?” I inquired. “Only seventy-five cents a yard,” he replied, with an. air which seemed to say, it is not worth mentioning. “ [ must have it,” said I. “You are aman of remarkably good sense,” he replied, his eyes beaming with approbation. I agreed with him. Will you have the carpet put down for me?” I inquired. 68 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Certainly. We shall engage the very best workmen for that purpose.” ‘Will you have it done immediately?” “This very day, if you so order.” ‘Then I so order,” said I. I was just leaving the store, when the clerk called me_ back, and, after blushingly apologizing for troubling me, imparted the information that, in accordance with a rule iW SSS ——SSS== = A DEPOSIT, PLEASE. which his firm had adopted, it would be necessary for me to make a small deposit, in order to insure the delivery of the goods. | “Oh, yes!” I exclaimed, ‘“‘ How much shall it be?” _ “ Say, forty dollars,” carelessly remarked the clerk. I paid it. — My first impression was that there would not be much more to pay. I had not considered that there would be an t ag a Z 1 we. 3 be 4 ILLINO oF IVERSITY ¥ Oo + < ~ y- « tants ae rnb Nee ’ < 3 x * « q +4 ‘haa any afe tp A, ver al Allee ‘ 2 ba). SF cae & ek at ie Ks “at F ut _——- RI GaleGes, eee wae — Le 02 AAALSA ZAX TILED FELLER LY. 7 aes Z Ada w Ia OANTE CLG EEC LL v SACS Coe 4 BSS SSS SS SSCS 22a. 9.9 Oo, A SHARP BARGAIN. HOUSE-KEEPING. ‘ 61 extra charge for binding my carpet, another for making it up, and another for putting it down, and that all this was to be done in the very best manner. Neither had I considered that a yard of Brussels is only twenty-seven inches in width. My next visit was to a grocery. Here I made a few pur- chases, and was doing well, when I came to the item “Molasses.” My wife had neglected to say how much I should get. I am very fond of the long-tailed sugar, and I resolved that griddle-cakes and molasses should be*my chief diet for some time to come. ‘Tf one wishes to economise,”’ said the grocer, “‘he should buy all imperishable articles by the quantity. By the single gallon, this molasses will cost you one dollar; but by taking a barrel, which is forty gallons, at thirty-six dollars, you make a clean saving of four dollars, which, as Franklin would say, is equal to eight dollars earned.” | To my mind, this was a very practical argument; so I -closed the bargain in accordance with the grocer’s advice. By this time, I was tired of marketing, and, as I looked at the long list of purchases yet to make, I began to have a suspicion that I had not sufficient money to go around. A wise idea struck me: I would wait till my wife was relieved of her headache, and then turn the unfinished work over to her. I recollected that the money was hers by right, and what could be more proper than for her to become responsible for its expenditure—especially as it was liable to fall short. With this consoling conclusion, I put away the list of “things wanted,” while I fell into a political controversy with one of the grocer’s customers. Toward evening I wended my way home. or AS ant. A oe es A ae i 0. ee oe a a Lae = . ?* = — . 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I asked of myself. After a reasonable doubt, I decided in the affirmative. i _ Yes, and like a man | would face the storm, instead of going back to Chicago. “My dear,’ said I, as soon as I reached the room, “I bought that carpet on purpose for you. I thought you would like it, and out of the love of my heart—” Augusta interrupted me; but I shall not publish her remarks, for, as I told her at the time, she would not have talked that way if-she had been well. It was her headache, which, as I earnestly assured her, made her irresponsible — for her impulsive words. I cannot say that she was at all soothed by my charitable verdict. However, in due time, she grew calm, and most respect- fully listened to my cool, quiet, ‘deliberate level-headed- ness. Just as I was congratulating myself on a great word vic- tory, we heard a confusion of sounds proceeding from one of the lower. stairways, which apparently could neither have been more nor worse if Barnum’s entire circus had been coming up to call on us. In a few moments, we heard men making use of the most shocking oaths, and giving every evidence of being as mad as mad could be. “Do go down and see what the trouble is,” requested Augusta. . 64 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. But I knew too well what was coming, as soon as I heard an angry man. declare, with an oath, that he would never again undertake a job of that sort where there was no elevator, and that nobody but a consummate idiot would ever ask to have such a thing brought to such a place. “My dear,” quietly remarked I to Augusta, there is ne eause for alarm. It is only some men trying to roll up a barrel of molasses.” rr4) "; A HEROIC STRUGGLE. “You don’t mean to say,” began Augusta, her large, bright eyes so keenly penetrating my soul that I was obliged. to look down to the floor, “ that you have ”— “Yes, my dear, | bought it for griddle cakes. It won’t last long.” Astonishing as it may seem, Augusta answered not a word. Let it be recorded, to the shame of other wives, that not a word did she utter. She just went and sat down on pes oO Ree ae We HOUSE-KEEPING. ‘ 65 the soap-box, set her teeth hard together, placed one hand en top of her head, the other beneath her chin, and held on so unflinchingly that not a syllable could escape. Oh, how I admired her heroic struggle against tempta- tion! Plainly I could see the heaving billows of that tem- pestuous sea, to which she was inwardly crying, * Peace! peace!” Complete triumph was hers. When, at last, she spoke, it was only to say, with her sweetest smile: “Tsn’t this romantic ?” “* How so?’ I inquired. “ Delightfully romantic!’’ she continued; “going to house-keeping in the fifth story of a business block, with nothing but a two-hundred-dollar carpet and a barrel of molasses.” No storm that she could have raised, although it had been packed full of lightning, would have so completely revealed my unmitigated idiocy as did this bit of quiet sunshine. However, I would not have confessed to her, for the world, how I really felt. I was determined to carry a bold front, and make the most of what I had done. “Our kitchen is much the smaller room,” suggested Augusta, “and it may puzzle us a little to find space in it for that molasses.” ‘Why, I am sure I could set a dozen barrels there,” I responded. “But you forget the stove and all the groceries that the kitchen must contain. Besides, it must be our dining-room.” “Then we will put the molasses in the bedroom?” “JT dislike to see that pretty carpet injured,” responded Augusta, in her blandest tones, as the barrel was rolled in. * 66 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF .A HUSBAND. “Trust me to provide against that,’ I replied. “In the first place, I shall put down these clean joist for the barrel to stand on, and shall then place some thick paper under the faucet to catch the drippings.” ‘ “Do you really think,” inquired Augusta, meekly, “ that the bedroom is the proper place for that molasses ? se: “Certainly I do, under the circumstances. We have but OE i Yi Yi SSS SS RES = i S i oa. =e SSS is necessary. say? ‘Necessity does everything well;’ and so say I.” And what does our great and good Emerson | A \ Pant) os got ey PT me eT FP ae ea here age WEN Nr eC tact Ae ate es ee sie Sry A 4 Sig et ay Ree Pat ae ; ' be enh Se aig fey a oe fit ie hh de, ae cuts , me } sep to R re cll sce, Ne: Nemes eR hal ns NEG a a a ee £ Ae ie Lee = HOUSE-KEEPING. ; 6T “¢ And what you four gentlemen say must be so,” remarked Augusta. “Therefore the molasses remains in the bedroom.” That night we retired early. I had failed to provide a eouch, but my wife arranged a very nice place for us on the floor, and we slept, as you might say, three in a bed,— Augusta and I and the barrel of molasses. % _ Before lying down, I had attempted to draw out a cup-full _ of the sweetening, so as to have it ready for breakfast; but, to my surprise, it would not run. Although I opened the faucet to its fullest extent, only a few drops could be coaxed from the barrel. _I was.worried. I laid down and tried to sleep, but nothing could I do except to toss about and won- der by what process I was to get access to my griddle-cake _ dressing. | It must have been about ten or eleven o’clock, when my wife, with a sort of twinkle in her voice, asked me if I had ever studied philosophy. “Of course I have,” I replied. “And did you ever learn about the atmosphere pressing on everything it touches at the rate of fifteen pounds to the square inch?” | “ Certainly.” | “Then why not bore a little hole in the top of the barrel, so the air can get in?” “ Any fool would: know enough for that,’ I ungraciously remarked ; “but the trouble is I have no gimlet.” _ “TJ believe there-is an augur among the tools in that box by the door,” said Augusta. “They were left here this afternoon by a man whom the landlord sent to fix the win- dows. Don’t get up now! Can’t you just as well wait till morning? ee “No,” said I, “ this hole must be bored before I can sleep 68 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. | a wink. It is my nature to get everything eff of my — se mind.” “J should think you might accomplish that feat very eral rule,” suggested my three or four vigorous turns, sent the augur barrel. “T am satisfied now,” said I, regaining my proper position in our lowly bed. “If I should happen to oversleep in the morning, there will from getting breakfast.” | Pretty soon we both sweet slumber which be- belongs only to the inno- cent. A VENT HOLE. . How long we had been in that blessed condition is uncertain, when I was awakened by a most frightful cry, proceeding from my wife. | “Take them off! Oh, take them off !” she continued to scream. “ What is it?” I inquired. “Snakes!” came the reply. Just at that moment, I felt something cold and clammy crawling up my back, and I jumped to my feet only to find early in the day, as a gen- | through the top of the be nothing to hinder you~ lost ourselves in that better-half, while I, with. . “e Fale i pen ata ‘) ae ea 2 Bestih ak cht ght * wt See a 7 ‘ -HOUSE-KEEPING. — } 69 : myself wading deep in molasses. I had left the faucet _ wide open after boring the hole in the barrel. I shut it off as soon as I could, which, however, was quite a useless proceeding, inasmuch as the contents of the barrel were already at large on our beautiful carpet. My wife began to cry, and, as for myself, I was ready to howl with erief and chagrin. A NICE FIX, _ “Augusta,” said I, with what coolness I could command, “ T told you so.” | This was the first opportunity 1 had ever had to quote that comforting remark to the woman of my choice, so I a _ made the most of it. “T told you so! and you kuow well enough that I told “you 80! paid reiterated. ie pre 105 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “In the name of all that is out, what did you tell me?” sobbed Augusta. See ~“T told you that that barrel of molasses wouldn’t last long.” : My sweet wife continued to cry. I knew then, as well as — words could tell me, that she mourned the loss of the © molasses. It was her way of approving my purchase. Then : I loved her more than ever, and set to work in earnest to — pour comfort into her heart. ; : “Never mind your loss,” said I. “True, it is very great, but you have me left. Molasses may come, and molasses — may go, but I shall be with you always. Why, then, should © you be discouraged? I will not withdraw from you although everything else should be gone.” | This was so consoling to her that she laughed a little. é “Tam reminded,” said she, ‘of Elder Perkins’ prayer.” ‘“ What was that?” , ae ‘OQ Lord, even though thy church should be broken up, and thy cause on earth be forever lost, suffer not thyself to repent having made the world, for I will stand by thee without ceasing, even though all others forsake thy counte- ~ nance.” Even to this day, I have not found out what Augusta meant by quoting that singular prayer. Perhaps the loss of the griddle-cake dressing had so overwhelmed her that she was not in her right mind. CHAPTER (V, OUR FIRST SUNDAY AT HOME. N a modést, very modest way, we had set up our house- hold gods, and they reminded us of our glorious inde- pendence—and our debts. 7 “Now, let us begin right,’ said Augusta. “This is the first Sabbath that has smiled on our new home, and we must x0 to church.” That proposition does not strike me fav orably,” I replied. “Sermons, for the most part, are exceedingly dull. You might listen to a dozen of them without getting a single joke worth remembering.” If at that time I had ever attended any of the Brookivn churches my criticism would not have been so harsh. “But it is our duty to go to church,” pleaded Augusta. “Tt is not only the avenue to heaven, but the avenue to society. Besides, our wedding-clothes will never be in bet- ter condition than they are now, and I think that even in this great city we can attract some attention, and that, too, from the very best people.” “You are right, my dear,’ I answered, enthusiastically. “Tt 7s our duty to go to church, and we shall be the finest looking couple there. Let us get ready at once. My wed- ding suit is in the valise.” . 5 (1) 72 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Yes,” said Augusta, ‘‘and I am sorry you have noe ~— taken better care of your clothes. They should have beer ; removed, unfolded, and hung up, so that the creases would be smoothed out.” yy “T know that,” I replied ; “ but, for some reason or other, I have not been able to unlock that valise since leaving Chicago. The key appears twice too large, although when I bought the valise, the day before the wedding, it fitted exactly.” , “Let me try it,’ said Augusta. “ Why, this key was never made for this lock,’ she continued. ‘“ Where is the . right key ?” “Ask me some easy question,” said I. Our trunk keys and all the keys we PouseReee were tried in succession, but that valise remained obstinate. “We have not a moment to lose,’ urged my wife. “And not a moment shall be lost,” I responded.” “Se, a here goes!” | eg The lock was soon broken. . i “ What is this?” I exclaimed, taking out a diminutive | ree % a ee aa white garment, heavily embroidered. ; “That,” said my astonished companion, “is an infant’s long dress!—-and here is another, and another! There are four of them!” “And what are these?” ie “ Baby clothes—more baby clothes! Nothing but baby clothes! ” | “And what is the meaning if all this? Surely, I did Nee NETL Fo mecee: Meee SEA SIE TP! ian ORR eae meee ae SN ae ee ot et ey Ce EE ERE NE ERO not wear these things at our wedding?” “The meaning is,” replied Augusta, her voice beginning to tremble with the mingled emotions of anger and grief, “you have committed an act of inexcusable carelessness. — OUR FIRST SUNDAY AT HOME, 78 Somewhere between Chicago and New York you picked up another person’s valise and left your own.” “ Now, don’t be too hard on a poor fellow,’ I pleaded. “Ts it not barely possible that it was the other person who picked up my valise and left Ais? Both of them being new, and of the same size and pattern, the mistake might easily occur; and I, for one, think it quite proper to exer- eise charity toward him.” ‘‘WHAT ARE THESH?” “Now we cannnot go to church,” sadly spoke Augusta, “for you have nothing to wear.” “True,” I replied; “but would it not be proper te expend a part of our sorrow over the little darling for whom these new white robes were designed? Who shall say that he or she may not find himself or herself in this -eold world with nothing to wear—nothing to wear.” 74 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Nothing, except the finest suit of broadcloth ever made in Chicago,’ ejaculated my companion, showing slight symptoms of exasperation. “Never mind,” said I. “It is some comfort to know that the little darling will not go znto a fit the first thing.” “Promise me one thing,’ urged Augusta, solemnly. ‘What is it, my dear?” “That hereafter, for my sake as well as your own, you will be more careful, thoughtful, and systematic in every- thing you do.” eer “ Augusta, dear, you know not what you ask. My whole — nature rebels against system. In everything I am origi- nal. Take music; when I utter one note nobody can pos- sibly predict what note will follow. My life is interesting simply because it is rich in surprises. It is a river which, having left its muddy channel, is on its way: to glory by _ cuts of its own making.” : “Such a river, as a river, would do little good and much harm,’ cruelly remarked my wife. Then we discussed that point. Instead of going to church, we had our little conference at home. In justice to myself I feel impelled to say, that I beat my good wife at every turn in the argument. Still, : she would not give up. It was not natural for her to give up. In this respect, she was a very peculiar woman. “What is to be done with these baby garments?” I inquired, just as she had asked me for the seventh time if { would not try to be more thoughtful hereafter. She suggested that we present them to the orphan asylum. __ a “No,” I answered; “they are too nice for a charitable institution. They would make everything else in the house look cheap and ugly by compariSon.” OUR FIRST SUNDAY AT HOME. , 75 “ Suppose, then, we give them to some of our neighbors.” “That would be better,’ I replied; “only they might think we had stolen them.” 3 “Then why not sell them? Surely we need the money,” urged my thrifty companion. “No,” said I. “Those goods are too fine to be sacrificed at the low figure to be obtained from an old-clothes specu- lator. Listen tome. I have a cool-headed proposition to “make.” “ What is it?” “ We will keep them.” “Nonsense!” said Augusta. We dropped the subject. Oh, how many quarrels might be avoided if husbands and wives—especially wives—would learn when to drop the subject. Social intercourse is no ground on which to fight for victories. No sieges should be laid there. “He is the true victor who first gives up. To surrender gracefully is the height of courtesy and good manners. I have never seen a fly that I could not rid myself of by a day or two of vigorous warfare against him. The question is, does it _ pay to do so much for such a small result? I think of this when I am tempted to talk a great deal for the purpose ef carrying a point. As I said, Augusta and I dropped the subject. Se CHAPTER VI. A FIRE ESCAPE, E had been in New York thre months, and our affairs were in pretty good shape. Zhe Farmer's — Guide was meeting with considerable success, although many of its subscribers regarded my most laborious edite-_ rials as jokes, and my best jokes as conscientious efforts to be solemn. This gave me little trouble, however, so long as sufficient money came in to keep me out of debt. | At this time we received a letter from our bridal friends, Mr. and Mrs. Jewell. They were spending the summer ab Long Branch, and sent us a most cordial invitation to come +o their hotel, for a week’s visit, as their guests. I decided at once that, on account of the pressure of ne | ness, we could not accept the invitation. Augusta decided . —on instinct, of course—that we could accept it. This difference of decision lead to a quiet little talk, in which the astonishing fact was brought out that my wife was a little ve lonesome, with threatening indications of homesickness. — Astonishing, I say; for here we were in a city containing : more than twelve hundred thousand souls, besides having a home of ourown. Three times a day she could fondly gaze on me, and, moreover, I was frequently home from my office - A as early as eleven o'clock at night. (76) A FIRE ESCAPE. CE “True, the rich and idle were accustomed to remain at the seashore, or on a mountain, during hot weather; but I had provided better things for my beloved, inasmuch as she eould look daily on the ebb and flow of the East River, while occupying a mountainous elevation on the fifth story of a costly pile. . Still, although centered in these mani- . fold advan- m7 es tages, she had allowed herself to pine just a little. She was tired of —— 7. an) celts Bs, CPN S , wane’ tT Fd the walls, she said. This deplor- able mani- festation of womanly infirmity surprised and grieved me. Ihave no patience with imag- inary evils. So we continued our quiet little talk,and the upshot of it was that - A WATER VIEW. we both remained bent on haying our own way, until, at last, we effected a compromise. _ She would go. I wouldn’t. She went. I stayed. 4 78 . MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. That night I walked home at the usual hour, intending to lose myself in my accustomed sound sleep and pleasant dreams. Will you believe it, everything seemed different to me the moment [ opened the door of our lodgings. The stillness was painful. I lighted the lamp, sat down on the edge of the bed, and soon found myself looking abstractedly at the pictureless walls of the room. In less than two min- ALONE. utes I was heartily tired of those walls. In five minutes 1. hated them. What my wife had «said in the morning now came back to me in such touching plaintiveness that my heart was melted. It seemed to me that the-words I had spoken to her must’ have been quarried from an iceberg; I began to fear she would never come back. In that case, I soliloquized, I will not live another day. ‘A FIRE ESCAPE. 79 I got into bed, but not to sleep. Ido not know whether Iwas a baby or a fool; but I was actually afraid of the dark. Almost everything I looked at or thought of made me nervous. For the first time since occupying those lofty apartments T got to worrying about the possibility of a fire breaking out in some of the lower - stories, and cutting off all ways of escape. Why ‘such a thing had never eccurred to me in the ‘presence of my wife is a psychological problem which I don’t pretend to be able to solve. After tossing restlessly about for an hour, I ac- tually thought I smelt smoke. In another min- ute it seemed to me I heard the roar of flames on one of the lower stair- ways. Then came sounds _ like the crackling of dry | 5 wood on fire. SMELLING SMOKE. Perhaps I was half asleep and partially dreaming. No matter. The danger was sufficiently real to bring me out of bed rather quicker than I had ever gotten out before. Rushing to the door, I opened it and stepped into the hall. No glaring flames or clouds of smoke greeting me there, I hastened down all the stairs. Having satisfied 2 myself that fancy had deluded my senses I retraced my 80 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. steps till I reached my apartments, when I discovered that a current of air had closed the door, and that it was fast-— ened by the spring lock. I felt for my latch key, which I always carried in my pocket. Unfortunately, my pocket was in my pantaloons, on the other side of the door. If I had had my pools we I could have done some pretty "s effective kicking, and perhaps broken the lock; but I was barefoot. a duplicate to my key. She was a widow, and occupied a little bedroom at the end of the hall. Lasked myself if I dared cided in the negative; an hour, I decided in the affirmative. “Who. is — there¢ cried Widow Tootle, in AWAKING THE WIDOW. response to my knock, her voice indicating that she was frightened half to death. I never had the happy faculty of saying just the right “ thing at the right moment, especially in a time of pressing | emergency; so I answered—I didn’t answer anything; for just then I heard an ominous: sound, like the click of a It occurred to me that the janitress might haye ~ to wake her up, and de-- but after walking back — an forth in the hall for — pistol, while the irate ‘Janitress hoarsely screamed, “ Leave ap ‘shat door this instant, or I will shoot you!” - ~ } A FIRE ESCAPE. 81 _ I went away disgusted. How I regretted not having gone to Long Branch. I thought of starting for it immediately, but there were two reasons which had some weight in preventing: First, there was no boat or train going out at that time of night. Second, I had nothing to wear. _Texperienced a most wretched time, waiting for daylight. A BARRICADE, When, at last, it did come, 1 began to realize that it was mot what I wanted. I was afraid of the janitress. I heard footsteps approaching. A happy idea struck me. 2, ‘The next instant, I had crept into a corner and barricaded ~ = ‘more than half of myself behind a rubber door-mat. _ The intruder was not the janitress, but the boy whe brought the morning papers. To him I explained the 82 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. situation. He was interested. In consideration of the promise of half a dollar, he agreed to neglect his important i, duties, to the extent of interceding with Widow Tootle in my behalf, and of procuring her duplicate key to my room. — This scheme worked satisfactorily. The first business to which I attended that a after — eating my breakfast, was the purchase of a large coil of rope, which I ordered to be placed under the head of my bed, to be used, in connection with the window, for a fire- escape, in case of need. It might be said that ‘this foresight was hrovidentiall : for that very night I was aroused from sleep by an alarm. of fire which left no room for the play of imagination. The very building which I occupied was. actually on fire. As I looked out of the window and saw bright sparks — madly whirling in the air, and a great volume of smoke curling above my head, my heart almost ceased'to beat. _ Only one thought possessed me. The rope. In less than a minute I had tied one end of it around the radiator, and — thrown the other end out the window. Then I began to go down, hand over hand. Before I was half way to the ground my strength was so much exhausted that I could | do nothing but grasp the rope as firmly as possible and let myself slide. . : The objection to this process was that it left scarcely a_ vestige of skin on the inside of my hands. It seemed as though my arms would be pulled from their sockets. At | last I fell. Happily, however, the distance was not great, and happily, too, I had the good fortune to break my fall by landing on the head of a policeman. He was indignant beyond all reason, and threatened to arrest me for assault and battery. Pad nl aie ea eaten Pilea Sue Le alien Li eS amie Lgl Co dais be A FIRE ESCAPE. is 83 “Why didn’t you come down the stairs?” he muttered, feeling of a bump behind | | his ear about the size of a@ goose egg. I maintained a digni- fied silence. _ The fact is, I had not thought of the possibil- ity of getting down stairs. “The fire is all out, now,” said one of the men. “No harm is done, except to a few boards on the roof, and the loss of the tar which covered the tin.” The next day, with both hands heavily ban- daged, I started for Long Branch. Started—that is all—for at the street door whom did I meet but my dearly beloved wite. “Why did you come home so soon?” I in- quired. “| was lonesome with- out you,’ she replied. “But, dear me, what is the matter with your hands?” I explained. : My dear wife could ASSAULT AND BATTERY. 84. MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Ties not half laugh for crying, and could not half ery fer laughing. | We mutually declared we had never before loved each other so devotedly as we did then. “ Next time we will both go,” said I. as STARTING FOR LONG BRANCH. “Or both stay,” said she. Sometimes we do not know how much ‘ve love our dear enes until we are parted from them. The heart needs its seasons of fasting as well as the stomach. By being with each other continually, our affection has no time to setthe down into a mold and take permanent shape. Let a body A FIRE ESCAPE. ~~ : 85 ef water once clarify, we can see all that there is in it. The soul must not be too constantly agitated, even with the sacred humor of love. Give it Lent and the Good Fridays. Let it rest betimes, feeling nothing and cherishing no one, until it is half starved. Then it is that the soul can be looked into so clearly, that its infinite wealth of affection is yevealed. - Now is it not singular that Augusta does not agree with me even in this? I-verily believe she wants to be loved all ‘the time—every day of every season—and then she would not care if each day was as a thousand years. CHAPTER Vik A LEGACY. BOUT the first of December I received a telegraphie : message from Chicago containing elorious news; my wife’s uncle, reputed to have been worth two million of dollars, had just died. I use the word ‘“ glorious” advisedly, | because the message itself asserted that he had “ gone to glory.” ; We had expected a considerable present from him on the | day of our wedding, but our expectations were not realized, though he assured us at the time that he had already — remembered us very eenerously in his will. And very — generously we remembered these words when the news came : oi his death.)*.- ees eek “Now Augusta,” I said, “we will start life anew. Your health is delicate, and therefore you need the most favor- : able surroundings that can be afforded.” f “ What do you propose?” she inquired. : “That we leave bneee miserable rooms on high and vo down to earth to live. 3 | ‘Can we do any better, in our circumstances a asked Augusta. “This telegram guarantees a ereat improvement in our ne circumstances,” I sees (86) A: LEGACY? 8T “T think we had better wait until we ascertain fully what disposition my dear uncle has made of his property,” remarked Augusta. But I could not wait. It is not my nature to wait. Before that day’s sun went down I had rented a good two- story house on Bleecker Street. From the proceeds of The Farmer's Guide, I was able to pay a month’s rent in CHRISTINE. advance, and buy an oil painting, which I got cheap for fifty dollars. What astonished Augusta more than anything else was that I hired a girl to do the housework. She was a young and pretty Swede. Her name was Christine. My wife did not say much, but rather intimated that she should have preferred making the selection of housemaid herself. Women are queer about some things. I really did ep <6 88 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ; the best I could, and picked out the very handsomest girk = there was at the headquarters of the Labor Bureau, and still my wife was not wholly satisfied. is ae, eS We had just got settled in our new home, when a letter Y came from the executor of Uncle Jake’s will. He said that ; \ 5 WN i , MN 7 —————— A PA : TLR R act \\ N Se \ Nis se ue — = BESS ad * Zs e me ‘ ; ee CHAMPAGNE IN THE WRONG PLACE. “ 93 ‘As Christmas drew near, my excellent wife was fully her- self again, filling the house with an air of joy. She even went so far as to purchase, with a little money of her own, a very pretty set of champagne glasses; “for,” said she, “ it will not be quite proper for our company to drink out of the bottles.” The eyening came. So did Mr. and Mrs. Jewell. We had a jolly time. I requested Mrs. Berkeley to bring on the cake and wine. | The cake she brought, but reported that the wine could not be found. “Tt is in that square bundle under the library table,” I whispered in her ear. She went to the library, but returned in a minute, saying: “Tt is not there.” Asking my guests to excuse me, I went on a hunting expedition for the missing property. It continued to be missing. I looked high and low, through every room in the house; but in vain. I summoned Christine, and demanded of her where she had put the square bundle that had been in the library. She declared she had not entered the library for a week, and had never seen any bundle there, and knew nothing about it. I believed her. She was my own selec- tion. My wite gave her a penetrating look, but allowed no penetrating word to escape her lips. My wife was a jewel of inconsistency. Although she had been so strongly opposed to that champagne in the first place, yet now that it was gone, and her beautiful glasses must remain unfilled, she was as bitterly disappointed as myself. Who can understand woman! ~ During the remainder of the evening our spirits didn’t - freely flow. 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(mes at va, AS sic 4 a fom = ay wR cS Pe M.0 FF ag POON Oo VG ese mu 2) 3s Oo LS 2 = SE et aah lot ke ~ <2 + Q Rac tee Oe ge Se - ey") N-s oH oY rate Rie Bo ee 4 Saw kee S sq © AS he Z ) Sire sie eee ot on OO Ey ag iets S| a + 5° Hm. @ ee) — 4 h\ ee ) Wy) AAAI fof iH OH : ‘ | uf My : TREE ATAY a F Ae 4 SIS < SOR —— — pera ore YEP AGEL gts e d SiS ~ — wet yy SSS SS S = = SS £4 SE 4 i} Jv Gs wat | ~ ke ———S SST See . “p “a= oe ae es SS = SS WX i, THE DELIVERY. when I made bold to remark, that “if I had been consulted, as I ought to have been, before the package in the library was undone, and the books it contained replaced on the. shelves, the disgraceful mistake would not have occurred.” At this, my wife’s power of speech returned. “Tf Thad been consulted,” said she, “as any man of sense ~ CHAMPAGNE IN THE WRONG PLACE. 97 would know I should have been, concerning the disposition of my own books, you would not have had the opportunity to disgrace both of us before the world. I can never again look the Reverend Shepherdskin in the face, and it is all your fault.” I do not think that anything I could have said would have made Augusta acknowledge that the blame lay at her door. | She was in no condition to listen patiently to anything I “might say in that direction; so I simply inquired, in a kindly and solicitous manner, after her health, and sug- gested that she possibly might need the doctor. She was so discourteous as to make no reply, and I am sorry to state that on other and similar occasions she had been guilty of this same incivility. We did not attend church the next Sunday, and our absence must have been noted by the minister, for early Monday afternoon he called on my wife. She received him with downcast countenance, and began at once to stammer an apology, which must have been very ehaotic, for she had no intention of telling the whole truth eoncerning our wine transaction. “My dear Mrs. Berkeley,” broke in the clergyman, “ you ~ eouldn’t have sent me a Christmas present that would have been more acceptable than that delicious medicine. It is just what I needed. At first, I was slightly shocked, remembering that I have a reputation to sustain, which is dearer to me than the apple of mine eye; but, on reflection, — I saw that you were a remarkably discreet woman, and had made careful provision for my protection. The manner in which the medicine was done up was well calculated te deceive the wicked eyes of a scandal-loving world, while the eaution which prompted you to place the package in no 98 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ‘other hands than those of your faithful husband, and not even in his until after dark, proved to me conclusively that you are an adept in cunning expediency. My dear Mrs. Berkeley,” he continued, “ still holding her hand with firm grasp, ‘in what way can I ever sufficiently show my grati- HONS WANA We, “Sk ‘rt TH BAN ut \ AVS S ii! Ri i RS i cS. SS eS Ss \ = i i, ; AVY) te it \ N iN a P = ANB MAN G a Bn) Hh an NH : "Y [Sug y Pee So % A eA \ Nt ain im mn 08 AF ia SD a Ni WIA N “A Ny Nat: NNW VAY a ie in a \ We ih ee IN Wy) NG OE ey a : Wi) ps i IW WW) 0 AYU unt OM Ky © ASR \Y \\ WE AY i i} re ( a a ANNi | i Ki ee | | \ ive ; iN NYS aN ES \ wh Ae AY ING ii ANA AN ani ha aN ae UA NAN \\ N “ey aN Nie Wy y it \ iN i ata a ce we Wy) ray Wy SMU WAY) iY NE A | NEES vi Ni \ sale Lp fat ee EN tre 2 ANA AY Wook BAN uh I / \ s \ wu a AN AN \\ Soe aN Nui a Ni H OA at in ve \ HIN | \t Ne MM Ny j l } i y "i Vib, y i LAS is i \ HIN 8 AY A. st ge ay 0) A \ ii y Y Yy, + + oe A PASTORAL CALL. tude for your generous and ingenious conduct? Besides being a Christian, you are evidently a clever woman of the — world, which is a most happy combination, at least, in the opinion of every wise and politic man. Now, my dear, good woman, since we so happily understand each other, we can’ ; rw 3 i ee eee hae Mt © lh Re em KT a See oy ae ~< ag Be Se Bs Eu a Ree a ioe Sic rg ei eae a 2 AIR GI Rata Tere rae mee We ' ty i= CHAMPAGNE IN THE WRONG PLACE. 99 -~ henceforth laugh at society, which must be content to remain in ignorance of our mutual secret.” “T think I understand you,” replied Augusta, her face all aglow with indignation. It was the minister’s turn to be ‘confused. ‘What do you mean?” said he. “T mean that you have so far fallen in my estimation that I shall never have any respect for you again, and I want you to take your departure as quickly as convenient.” The crestfallen Shepherdskin went away, wondering more than ever how he happened to get the present of that wine ; and especially wondering how it happened to come from Mrs. Berkeley, who had turned out to be quite a different woman from what he had been led to suppose. A week later there was a wedding in Mr. Shepherdskin’s church, and Mr. Shepherdskin was expected to_ officiate. To what extent that expectation was realized, may be best ascertained by reference to the city newspapers of next day’s issue, where the head-lines were as follows: CLERICAL DRUNKENNESS! A Weppinc In Hic Lire Broucut Low sy .tHE Maup- LIN TALK OF THE Rey. SAUL SHEPHERDSKIN WHILE IN A STATE OF INTOXICATION. Then followed two or three solid columns of what New Yorkers called “mighty interesting reading.” My wife was in mental agony, predicting that Shepherd- skin would be tried by a church council, and then it would come out where he had obtained his wine. She was right about it. But Shepherdskin was acquitted of any guilt in the matter. 1005" MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. The members of his church, with the exception of the immediate friends of the bride and groom whom he had_ attempted to marry, stood by him to the last. The acquittal, however, was not secured until the church over which he TEs >a Se . — SOs <> SY iS a) id SS ess EES [Sx 6 BY, SUM UAE ( AN } y Ah bf TOO MUCH MEDICINE. baskets which were ever made could have begun to hold the fragments. The verdict of “innocent” seems to have been rendered on the ground of mistaken identity. That is te say, the parson had innocently swallowed the champagne, thinking it was harmless medicine. His friends concluded Sey se toe Na ne o. £a “ett: oe. st Z ve % eS te caer ~ CHAMPAGNE IN THE WRONG PLACE. 101 unanimously that no one was in the least to blame in the matter except “that unchristian woman who had most shamefully and wickedly taken advantage of the holy man, by send- ing him, on pretence of friendship, a most vile and poisonous decoction.” One day, a delegation of six of the est-looking women I ever set eyes om on Augusta, and, after unroll lengthy paper, stated that they had to urge her, in view of the late un- antness which her loose ee principles and habits had caused, to sign a total absti- This was wife did not of liquor from She listened - they had to say, until nence pledge. rich, considering that my know the taste of one kind another. patiently to all they began to shower their praises on “that dear, good man, whose sufferings, on account of the wrong that had been cruelly put upon him, would yet car- ry him to the grave.” I was in the kitchen, where I could hear every word, and I should have rushed into the sitting-room and confronted the visitors, for the purpose of de- fending my wife, had it not been that I felt largely confident that she could de- fend herself. This is the way she did it: “Ladies,” said she, “ I thank you for “ 102 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. your solicitation on my behalf; but, really, I do not feel the need of the reformation which you urge. As to the irre- parable mischief of which you seem to think I have been — guilty, I feel that I have done nothing worse than to expose to the unprejudiced world a canting hypocrite. Those do BEHIND THE DOOR. the greatest wrong who are determined to see no wrong in one whose questionable compliments they have freely allowed themselves to receive.” The delegation blushed. “TY do not know what you are hinting at,” returned one of ~ them. 4 ad Rane eas eng eae ; a y Pye! 2 F - Ads Mrs! tg Se ee PN he «£m CHAMPAGNE IN THE WRONG ‘PLACE. oe AOS “We have heard,” said another, “that you yourself are not responsible for the sending of that horrid champagne ‘to our dear minister, but that it was. wholly the fault of your husband. We hope, for your sake, that the report is true, and, in that case, we wish: to see Mr. Berkeley, and labor with him, that he may be saved eré it is too late.” “You cannot improve my worthy husband one _ iota,” answered Augusta, with considerable spirit. “If August could have had his way, and if I had not interfered with his arrangements, your minister would not have received the expensive gift, which he was glad enough to retain, when it was his duty, as a man of honor, either to return it, or to demand an explanation.” “ Oh, how I loved my wife, and how astonished I was to hear her taking all the blame to herself, and making me out an unblemished angel. I remembered the night when I tried to prove that very position to her, and how unkindly she took it. Would she admit to my face that I was blame- less? Not at all. She would see me blamed first. In this respect she was a very peculiar woman. Still, when I heard her laying claim to all the wrong that had been committed, I felt ashamed of myself. I did not want it to go that way. I wonder if man, mighty man, is ever inconsistent. Here I was in possession of the very thing I had contended for, and a more unsatisfactory thing could not be con- ceived of. _ 1 waited impatiently for those women to go away, and then I went into the sitting-room, apparently from out-doors, and, without unnecessary delay, took my wife in my arms, and kissed her more than twenty times, assuring her between ¥ ; 104 ‘MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. times, right out of my heart of hearts, that she never did ees wrong thing in her life. eat She was astonished. a sos eu 7 ES Sometimes I think love is folly ; but when I get right inte sees the heart of my wife, and she into mine, there is no heavem —s_— I desire beside. Perhaps the little playful roots of an apple AFTER THE STORM. tree think they are self-sufficient. But what would they be s if the sun were to refuse to shine? Although unseen by a them, it is still a constant necessity of their existence. ; What sunlight is to subterranean life; woman’s love is to the dark and groveling soul of man. 3 CHAPTER IX. PATENT GLAZING FLUID. SIcame.out of my office one day, I founda man on the sidewalk whose glib tongue was attracting a large number of people. He had something to sell which he elaimed was the most useful article and the most important discovery that had ever been made. I am always interested in every new manifestation of genius, art, or progress; so I stopped to ascertain what the wonder might be. “ Prof. Ldom’s Glazing Fluid,’ was what the peddler called it, and-he was oiving exhibitions of the marvels which could be wrought with it. ei The peculiarity of this remarkable article,” said he, _ consists in its being able to give the appearance of new- mess to everything which is covered with it. While it is itself colorless, it never fails to bring out the coloring of other objects to the best advantage. But, ladies and gentle- men, this is its least merit. It makes everything absolutely water-proof to which it is applied. Here, for instance, is my coat, you notice what a beautiful gloss it has. That is ‘given wholly by the Glazing Fluid. Before the fluid was put on, my coat was so faded and shabby in appearance that Iwas ashamed of it; but afterwards I proudly wore it to the President’s reception, and it was the best looking piece ef goods in the capitol of our nation. : (105) 106 | MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. == “Observe now what I do with this coat. I dip it into a ae bucket of dirty water. Here it goes. Watch me now, IJ take it out of the water and give it a few vigorous shakes. ao Very good. The coat is as dry and clean as it was before the experiment was tried. Examine it for yourselves, ladies and gentlemen, in order that you may be convinced that there is no deception. “Jt is the best protection for paint that ever was invented. Put a coat of it on your furni- — ture and it will * never need re- Sa == = ‘‘WATCH ME Now!” painting. In the western part of this State, it is being applied to houses and barns as soon as they are built, before ye they are painted at all. What is the result? The build- ings thus treated never look old. The boards and shingles never change color. The nails_in them never rust. The - Re roofs never leak. | ve pat “ Still, ladies and gentlemen, I have not yet begun to tell | all the marvels of which this invaluable fluid is capable. The tedious and old-fashioned process of washing clothes i. ay as : } Pee ~ atk PATENT GLAZING FLUID. 107 is made entirely unnecessary by the use of this Glazing Fluid. A man may work on a farm all the week, and on Saturday night while on his way to his happy family, stop at the brook and renovate his own earments in two or three minutes so they will be ready for Sunday. “ Now, ladies and gentlemen, you will naturally conclude that we do not sell this transcendent article for less than one SATURDAY NIGHT BATE. * hundred dollars a bottle. It would be equivalent to giving it away, even if that were the price. In every bottle there ‘is the saving of a fortune; yet for the sake of introducing this undisguised blessing to the citizens of New York, I shall sell it for a short time only, at the insignificant rate of two dollars and fifty cents a bottle.” 108 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. The idea struck me that I would get a bottle. The idea grew on me. I might never have another opportunity te : 2 purchase it for a price so near to nothing. I would get two bottles, three bottles. Come to think of it, I had just | received ten dollars on account of Vhe Farmer’s Guide, and although I had intended to give it to Augusta to buy what she called “necessities” with, . a ee Nia eae I might just as well spend it 1h for four bottles of this rare : and inestimable compound, {ij and astonish my dear wife. VLU eae RRS or, le » 4 SSSR RAY ¥ ‘ \ oy. aN ROSS OS 4 y, Y vy, My if as SHE NEEDED THE PEDDLER, So I emptied my purse and closed the bargain. : The effect on Augusta was considerable, although not exactly in accordance with what I had fondly anticipated. I utterly failed to inspire her breast with the needful enthn- siasm concerning the unsurpassed merits of my new invest- ment. She necded the peddler himself to talk to her. I x wis, ~ Gick ee | ae Te RU obese) Bs. + ia * Se PATENT GLAZING FLUID. ' 109 believe he could have moved and melted the snow-bank in her soul. ; | However, I succeeded at last in interesting her. I showed her how cloth could be glazed and made perfectly water- proof by a single application of the fluid. : ‘That is very well,” said she, “as far as it goes, but you will find that there is something wrong with the stuff.” “ You are blindly pre- judiced,” I replied. “JT am prejudiced,” said she, “against spend- ing money foolishly when “ %, a ' , ois Xx ae 8, Mya, 0 es tay, ji, we must be constantly 2, % | deprived of what is re- STN ag ete, ally needful to a decent ey, ba — SS oa home.” “You are not ANd, feeling very well to-day,” Vilas I answered in sympa- € | thetic tones, as I con- ot Migs eA cry tinued plying the brush while I glazed the hair-cloth sofa so that it might be washed. Augusta had a spell of golden silence, which gave me plenty of time to bring out my new silk hat and smear it all over, inside and out, with the peerless fluid. I repented directly after it was done, for it looked like a veritable Russia-iron stove-pipe. But I consoled myself with the thought that it would shed water and would never have to be pressed or cleaned. 110 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. That evening I put on the hat and went to Cooper Institute : where I was engaged to deliver a lecture on Cucumbers ~ before the Farmers’ Club. Arriving at the audience-room a little late, I hurried in, and did not attempt to remove my _ hat until I had reached the rostrum. The word “ attempt” RED WITH WRATH. is very appropriate, for ~ that hat stuck fast to the hairs of my head. I pulled at it until the rim was broken, and large bunches. of hair were loosened at the roots, and my face was red with wrath, but all in vain. Then I began to lecture on the cool and refresh- ing subject of Cucumbers, - with my hat on; but — somehow the audience far more attention to my head-covering than to my soul-stirring utterances. At last, the presiding officer was so discourte~ ous as to interrupt, me, and to ask aloud if I had not forgotten the usual respect a was perverse and gave which a lecturer isin bounden duty to manifest toward his — hearers. My first impulse was to explain the matter; but I dreaded > more than all things else, the uproarious laughter which those — lusty farmers would pour forth; and, besides, I was afraid We r <> ‘PATENT GLAZING FLUID. 111 that the explanation might lower me in their favorable opin- ions, and thereby seriously affect the subscription list of the Farmer's Guide. 3 ota So I begged the president to allow me to present my apologies to the intelligent audience, which I did in these truthful words ° LUG OHUE I O% a eae SEP Z LF pe Ue, = S8 = > SESS 5 = cSS = WWEOOON SSS SSS THE SADDEST MAN IN NEW YORK. ~ “Gentlemen, I am fully aware that it is a great breach of etiquette for me to appear before so refined an audience as this with my head covered. No one feels more keenly the deep humiliation of that breach than I, myself. Nothing but stern necessity compels me to submit to it. But you must believe me, gentlemen, when I assure you positively _ that so long asT remain under the orders of my present _ ~ 4 Tate) 412 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. physician it will be absolutely impossible for me to remove my hat. And I don’t want to be slandered,’ I added — hotly, as I heard one man tell another, that probably I had eontracted a humor in my scalp. : “Didn’t you notice how excited he got trying to scratch : his head when he came in?” inquired another in a hoarse whisper, which sound- — = ed to me almost as loud as a_ steam- whistle. Then there was whispering and snick- ering all through the | audience.- How could I do justice to cucum- bers under:such cir- cumstances? I was. cast-down. I closed my lecture abruptly and started for home, the saddest man in New York. ee This, I soliloquized, ‘ig nothing more nor | less than my unha : AROUSING THE INMATES. J PPY sa ee fate, my miserable luck ; for how could I have foreseen that the Glazing Fluid would, under the influence of heat, act as a strong glue. The peddler never said a word about its getting terribly adhesive when warmed.” | Reaching home, I was compelled to make use of the door- bell, for Mrs. Berkeley had somehow become possessed of ~ PATENT GLAZING FLUID. 1138 the absurd notion that it would be better for her to retain my night-key and admit me herself. , This arrangement was very unsatisfactory to me, especially as she was accustomed to fall asleep in her chair, or on the sofa, and it was no easy task to awaken her. On this particular occasion, she must have been sleeping pretty soundly, for it was not until I had pulled the door-bell knob half-way down the door-steps that I received any | response from within. When it did come, however, it was something terrible. Augusta was evidently in trouble. I heard her calling for help, which agonized me because I eould not fly to her rescue. Perhaps she is dreaming, I thought. I called to her at the top of my voice to tell me what was the matter. “T don’t know,” said she, ‘“‘something is holding me down to the sofa.” | In an instant the truth flashed across my mind. She had been lying on the sofa, and that diabolical Glazing Fluid was holding her down with a grip that could not be loosened. “Come and let me in,” I said, simply because I could not think of anything else to say. | “Tam held fast from head to foot,’ she responded, and then continued to talk, but I could not make out a word she said. Perhaps it is-just as well that I could not, for she had thought about the Glazing Fluid, and was expressing her - epinion about it, and about me. “Cant you bring the sofa on your back and let me in?” I demanded. The silence which followed became painful. So was the eold, night air. Finally 1 could endure the situation no longer. I broke through a window and entered the house. et MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ~ The falling glass woke upa policeman, and he came in great haste to arrest me for house-breaking. I had no great diffi- culty, though, in explaining things to his entire satisfaction. The real difficulty began when I turned my attention to my wife. She was in straightened circumstances, and much cast down. Nothing but a pair of shears could bring her CAUGHT IN THE ACT. relief. When I had finished using the instrument her dress: was hopelessly ruined. , a g To Augusta’s unspeakable disgust, I went to bed that night with my Sunday hat on. Peet sais’ The last thing I heard her say was: “T told you so!” The end was not yet, however. One day my wife took it A - "es bit ; - PATENT GLAZING FLUID. my ESS into her head to sce what she could do with that Glazing Pe Plnid. ©: She suspected Christine of entertaining a beau in the kitchen at unseasonable hours of the night, and of using up more oil than our circumstances would justify. Christine made three denials : First, she hadn’t any beau. Second, he never stayed late. Third, the light was always turned down so low that no oil was consumed. SHUI ths ‘t SRO oan, ov, a aa omens RN AA 2 Ae \ way — —s. ae PUIN Dee Ps Lap ora ee SA cme mae ES Sa : nf iyo SH ie Bt ty, ay OU, Vii Mh WY, bY Vah) \ ER ANS ‘ MRS. BERKELEY RELIEVED. Mrs. Berkeley had put her | foot down against kitchen courtship, and she was determined now that her foot should be respected. _ Without consulting me, or letting me into the secret, as a faithful wife should have done, she took the skirt of Chris- tine’s evening dress and carefully prepared it with Prof. Edom’s mixture. 116 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. That very evening after tea, and while Christine was pute ting away the dishes, I happened to stroll into the kitchen, as I often did, it being a comfortable place in cold weather, — and politely asked the comely girl if anything was needed in the culinary department. : : is “Nothing special,” she replied, “only I would like to have the curtain roller fixed go I can pull down the cur. tain, because the family across the area are ae looking — in here to see what they can discover.” : I recognized the wisdom of this ane ee and at once got the step-ladder, and held it while Christine mounted it in order to repair the roller. Just as she had reached the top, one of the hinges broke, and the ladder suddenly collapsed, causing the girl to come — down with sweeping effect. Somehow, I was knocked over, and, in trying to get up, I discovered that the terrified and fainting girl was leaning against me for support. — I felt that I was in some measure responsible for her fall, and it was clearly my duty not to drop her on the floor. — Her fainting spell was of somewhat longer duration than T had expected, and, meanwhile, all unknown to me, that m Glazing Fluid on the woman’s dress was doing its work.: After awhile, just as the fainting spell was over, we heard Augusta approaching. Christine and I undertook to move apart only to discover that we were bound fast to each other by the skirt of her dress and the tail of my coat. Mrs. Berkeley entered the room just at the moment when we were making the most desperate efforts to free ourselves. I knew that I should be obliged to say a great deal in order to explain the situation satisfactorily to my wife, but — | for the life of me, I could not decide what to say first; so I simply stammered and blushed. PATENT GLAZING FLUID. 117 Christine also stammered and blushed, which conduct ~ made matters no better. “Leave this house instantly!*? demanded Augusta, in stern accents, addressing herself to the trembling girl. How she could leave, right off, without taking me with a tH //feee eee, if oe ll Ss LE D ches L tet — - - s- BUSINESS IN THE KITCHEN. her, is a problem that Augusta had not stopped to solve; but after much trouble, and the final cutting of one of the ‘garments, we were separated—Christine and l—and then my wife and I had a quiet little talk of four or five hours in length. : | 118 MY WIFE’S FOOL, OF A ieee 32 Gee The case was not nearly SO hard to manage as” peas feared. I told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; and the. result was that Augusta, confessed that she believed every word I said, and had not for an instant — lost any confidence in me. The inexplicable thing is, ‘onal she could not forgive Christine. From that day forth she Ai never had a kind word or look for the beet girl, who became ea a victim to circumstances. | So are we all, victims. When tro. ‘men can meet and exchange characters, as they would swap hats, T will believe \ | in the wonderful potency of free will. Some one Says, “ Character is very much a matter of health.” It is very much a matter of ten thousand surroundings,—including step-mothers, step-ladders, and patent glue. (oO Ree It is objected that all punishment is unjust unless man. tee complete master of himself. Why then is not all suffering unjust when it is inflicted on innocent children and born blunderheads? If punishment Is simply vindictive, having — sole reference to what one has committed, it is unjust ; but if it is Heaven’s means of fitting the soul for a higher life, : and if it looks only to the future, we have no 10 right to com- és plain. Neither has ives poor girl! Para etre eee Re ey poe RCS eee ie Peo Rr eRe TeY j AOE Sarseaty Gea ™~ CHAPTER X. FAMILY RESPONSIBILITIES. HRISTINE went away from us before a great while. _ A day or two afterward, we received a note from Mr. Jewell, informing us that his brother’s wife had just died, leaving an infant which needed immediate care, and asking us if we would take charge of it until such time as its father could make other arrangements. “Qertainly we will,” I said to Augusta. “For certain reasons, I think we had better not,’ replied Augusta. “We are in no proper condition to take extra burdens upon ourselves, and we could not do justice to the child’s bringing up.” Nobody could bring it up better,” I insisted. - But Augusta remained firm, although we had a long, quiet talk on the subject. At last, I told her that I would take it, even without her consent, and that it should be my baby. “In that case,” said she, “you will have sole care of it, night and day. You will feed, wash, and dress it, stop its 3 crying, rock it to sleep, give it medicine when sick, keep it tidy, attend to its clothing, and do the one thousand other : things which its comfort and safety will constantly require.” I quailed. - = ne"8 ; (119) * 77 Bs BN ey “ "y 4 TF Pea 1 Oey ) ¥ a Sie ee 120 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “‘T suppose you think you would be doing your duty as a faithful wife, in putting all that’ responsibility on your hus- band?” “T think,’ she replied, “that any husband who would bring a baby into the house against all reasonable protests would not deserve a faithful wife.”’ I quailed again. But fortune came to my relief. An event occurred which accomplished more than argument. The next mail brought a letter from Chicago, saying that my wife’s sister had just died, leaving a little girl two years old, not only motherless, but fatherless. Augusta had a long spell of crying, during which I made every effort to soothe her. “ Your dear sister is better off,’ I said. ‘She will not be sick any more, nor have any more pain; for, as the Good Book says, ‘the old thing has passed away, and everything has become new.’”’ Then I kissed her; but she neglected to show that little favor to me in return. The first thing she said was, “ August, it is my duty to send for that little orphan girl; for there is no one else whose plainer duty it is to stand in the place of her own devoted mother.” “ What definite action do you propose to take in that quarter?” I asked, with some austerity of manner. “T shall telegraph at once,” she answered, “that I will take the child.” “Umph!” exclaimed I, pretending to be never so good- natured. ‘When did the unfortunate husbands who inhabit this glorious land of liberty lose the poor right of being consulted in the important business of adopting a girl baby ?” FAMILY RESPONSIBILITIES. 121 “Oh, I knew you would not object,” said she, “and I intended to consult you, all the time.” ‘¢T don’t want to be consulted all the time, and therefore I will say, most emphatically and at once, that I do object.” Augusta was astonished. “Object to taking my dear departed sister’s sweet little orphan?” she exclaimed. “ Most decidedly,” I replied. “ Why, August, I never knew you to act so contrary before.” “T learned it from you.” “ What have I done to offend you?” she inquired, with a pained expression. “ You would not let me have the little Jewell baby.” “ August, do you really want that child?” “Certainly Ido. Did not Mr. Jewell rescue me from a terrible death, and restore me to your waiting arms? Have you lost all sense of gratitude, that now you refuse to com- ply with his most simple request ?” “You are right, August. I was too, thoughtless. We will take the helpless infant, and do the very best we can by it.” “‘ And your sister’s sweet little babe shall come and keep it company,” I responded joyfully. Thus did we compromise our differences; and my wife paid up all the kisses she owed me, and more too. Both babies came. Weeks passed. ; Just here I ought to begin a new chapter, but I can’t wait. I must tell it now. Twins! A fact. —_— =*s5 x a) , ‘ f \ : © : “s . 3 ; g ‘ ; we My : Pe = =. _ Ass . ’ | aan ee 5, of, P est ) tiescton Sm nD” ee o 3 an e fas| ae Sa fete . £ Bo ie) 4 Coal { , > Oo A a Ba aie as ae Pee =m as = <) nw oO A ot : S a af pyen" = Q < — iy ro cues ° AS Sign Pe 5 P(e fo) S 4 © oO jad Foxe Oo a a = o 79] (ae) S oD) 3 3 a eure ete TE as i Aes So oO ey ro us ES. 3s a Re en a ‘ge ees i rape : 5s 257 fy Hq + © ES ay ES = oO eon ah Neo Q E 53S ge.5 8 oad D aes on ea = pi ae pias = Re) soa FERS oe. & pats pierre ts Soe TH oO = oOo 8s ro S 5 S roe SER -@ : a ets pes ‘ ND — (] o i ae ange es pa jor * am eS) Pica b+ cd . =) lat 50 q a : —N 2) 3 or r re 3 a an fond of children.” ~ cep FAMILY RESPONSIBILITIES. : te Shortly after this, a paragraph appeared in a rival news- paper, saying that the editor of The Farmer’s Guide had founded an infant asylum at No. — Bleeker street, where he would ney receive any baby that might be sent to him. = Little did I realize at the === time of it what effect those odious lines would produce. In less than a fortnight, _ seven unclaimed babies ar- rived at our house by mid- NO. — BLEEKER STREET. night carriers, who left no bill of express charges. Five of these we sent to a Home for Infants, but the other two were retained, because small sums of money had been left with them for their support. 124 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “We are in great need of this money,” said I to Augusta, “and as the two babies who brought it are both very bright and healthy in appearance, I advise keeping them, by all means.” ; At first, Augusta impulsively objected, saying that we already had more family than we could support. “ But,” argued I, “ many a time I have heard a boarding- house keeper say that if she had to keep boarders at all, she would just as soon have two or three more as two or three less. And any cook will tell you that one or two extra mouths at the table make no perceptible difference in the meal-barrel. Moreover, didn’t we hear Robert Collyer say, in his lecture on Clear Grit, that ‘nobody should be afraid of having too many children to provide for, because the good Lord never sends mouths without sending something _ nice to put into them ?’” Augusta did not seem to be convinced ; but as she was not strong enough to argue with me, it was not long before she felt resigned to the logic of my cool, calm level-head- © edness, and the question was settled. That afternoon, | met my friend Jewell on the street, and he inquired anxiously after his brother’s motherless child. “ Qh,” said I, “we have six.” “Six what?” he inquired. 7 “Six children, all babies,—four boys and two girls, or else four girls and two boys. I am not sure which.” Jewell was astonished. I love children dearly, and imagine I know just how to train them so that when they grow up they will not depart from it. I realize that pretty much everything which is to be done in behalf of the man must be executed while he is a boy. = a . FAMILY RESPONSIBILITIES. . 125 The Andes have been raised up from an ocean-bed, for sea-shells are found on them at an elevation of fourteen thousand feet. So it is with the human being. He may rise to Alpine heights, but he must take with him the shells, beautiful or otherwise, of his early existence. The geolo- gist reads earth’s childhood in fossil rocks. In the brain of every adult are the fossil influences of babyhood. CHAPTER XT. SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. S soon as Augusta was well enough to sit up, she and the nurse put their heads together and made out a — list of articles that were immediately needed in the house. Never had I so fully realized that I was a man of family as when I looked at that list. It was as dong as the moral code. “TI beg of you,” pleaded Augusta, as I left the door, “ that . - you will not make any foolish bargains, for it will require the closest figuring to make the money hold out until the ‘ necessary purchases are made.” . “T hope,” said I, impetuously, “that you do not recur me as one of one six babies, that you deem it needful to give — me this advice.’ I may be a little backward in some things, such as far-fetched theories concerning the origin of man and justification through faith; but when it comes to the practical business of doing a little trading, I do not thank any one for intimating that I am a horse-block.” tee Augusta said no more. She saw the force of my remarks. Little did I think as I shut the door and went proudly forth on my mission, that unfortuitous circumstances would so conspire against all my preconceived purposes that I should come home a few hours later with a speckled dog, — a pair of “ diamond” ear-rings, and little else. ety (126); ae SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. 127 T was persuaded to buy the dog because I came to believe I needed him for protection against other people’s blessings, of whom such is the kingdom of heaven. I was determined that the tide of immigration which had undertaken to flood me with a mixed multitude of infants should be stayed, =<) 2a om f j even if it took a speckled dog » = S to stay it. Then I thought he would be company for Augusta dur- ine lone, lonesome evenings GOING ON A MISSION. 8 ©? 85) when I should be detained by business at the office. I expected nothing but that she would go into ecstasies over him, and shower us both with caresses, the minute she should set eyes on him. He looked lank and hungry, so the first thing I did when I had paid the seven dollars and a half purchase-money for which he was sacrificed, was to stop at a meat market and 128 _ MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. : get him twenty-five cents worth of porter-house steak. He seemed very grateful for this, and it put new life into his wageing fixture. My next thought was to regain my watch, which I had been obliged to leave at a pawn-shop. The time in which it could be redeemed was_near- ly out, and I knew the babies would need it, for the doctor had already left orders for some of them to take medi- cine every half-hour, . not knowing that we were out of half-hours, having no. time- piece to make them with. The hooked-nosed pawn- broker turned out to be a first-class fraud. He had taken the new and excellent works STRIVING FOR NEW LIFE. from my watch-case and put old and worthless ones in their place. Although I knew this to be so I had no legal way of proving it, and therefore he had me in his power. I threatened to prosecute him, but he only laughed me in the face. I made up my mind then and there, that | would SUPPLIES FOR. THE FAMILY. 129 get even with him by any means, fair or unfair, that human ingenuity could devise. While I stood parleying with him, a gentleman entered the shop and became interested in our conversation. After a while he drew me aside and whispered in my ear: “Sir, lam a stranger to you, but, begging your pardon, I will venture to give you a little advice. Let that sharper alone. I know him of old. He will cheat any man blind. who deals with him.” ** But he has stolen my watch,” said I. “Ts it entirely gone?” inquired the stranger. “ No, I have the same cases back again.” “Then,” said he, ‘‘ you are extremely lucky, and ought to thank your stars you have saved so much.” “Tam bound to get even with him,” I replied, my voice tremulous with indignation. “You will do better to let that job out,’ remarked the stranger. “Never a victim yet has succeeded in getting even with him. The more one attempts it the nearer the poor-house one gets. Of course you can do as you think best,” he added, after a pause, “but if you should make the attempt and fail, you will not think the less of me for having intruded on your good-nature to the extent of warn- ing you of your danger.”’ 3 “ Certainly not,’ I replied. “ You have acted the perfect gentleman. You must excuse me, however, if I suggest -that there is a certain quality in my nature of which you are pardonably ignorant. I will not be imposed on by any one. lam not a marine, that I should be made a dupe of by land-sharks. No, no; mark my words! I will get even with this miscreant.”’ He looked at me sorrowfully, and we both turned to leave 130 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. the shop. On the way to the door he stopped before a glass - show-case, and called my attention to some precious stones exposed for sale. ae “Now look here,’ said he. ‘As an example of the manner in which this man swindles the public, here are these so-called diamonds. I happen to be a connossieur in this class of goods. _ I have been an importer of diamonds for. fifteen years, and know the genuine from the spurious at a glance. ‘Those ear-rings that are marked thirty-five dollars, are nothing but composition, and worth just three dollars. That pair marked fifty-four dollars are Scotch pebbles, and could be bought of any respectable dealer for seven dollars.” “What about those?” I inquired, pointing to a oe of brilhants marked four hundred dollars. “Those,” answered my informer, “ are real diamonds, and would be worth all that is asked for them if it were not that they have some little flaws, which, however, might never be detected except with a magnifying glass. As it is, they are not worth over a hundred and fifty dollars. At Tiffany’s they would be put on the market at a hundred and seventy- five. Marking them at four hundred is decidedly cheeky, and requires a cast-iron conscience. But some day a con- ceited fellow, who thinks he knows all about Jewing, and that nobody can get up early enough in the morning to get ahead of him, will come in and offer two hundred dollars for those stones. After the broker has pooh-poohed and whined and cried and lied for about half an hour, he will put on a most dejected look, and tell the conceited fellow that, although two hundred dollars is far below their cost, as can be seen by examining the bill of lading, yet, consid ering that the broker’s wife is sick, and the doctor has SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY, | 131 ordered her to be sent to the Springs, the brilliants ~” must 20. \ - “Then the conceited fellow will laugh in his sleeve, pat himself on the back, and say, ‘ What a smart boy am I!’ “ Don’t trade at this shop,” concluded the stranger; “ that is my advice. Good morning.” He turned to go, when Se ee wis Ne i { NW SS 4 ‘“‘L00K HERE?” — his eye fell on a little hole in the show-case, caused by one of the settings of glass having had its corner broken off. 3 “Do you know,” said he, “that a dishonest person might | take advantage of that defect to defraud this broker ?” “ How so?” I inquired. “The hole is neither large ow amie gt 132 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. enough for a person’s hand to be thrust in, nor for any of the jewelry to be taken out.” 3 “True,” said he, “ but look here.” So saying, he picked up a piece of wire which chanced to be lying on the counter, and running it through the hole in the show-case, dexterously exchanged the tags marked respectively thirty-five dollars and four hundred dollars, so that the genuine diamonds were now offered at the figures which had stood for the artificial. He then laughed in a merry way at the joke he had. executed, and after politely bidding me good-day again, left the store. Suddenly a great temptation seized me. It grew on me. I had vowed vengeance on the man who had stolen my watch. Now was my opportunity. I would tell no false- — hood, I would not purloin, I would not violate any statutory law, or break any commandment of Scripture. I would simply make a purchase, and pay the price demanded. The broker, who, all this while had been very busy at his desk in the other end of the store, now came forward, and in a most obsequious manner inquired if there was anything he could do for me. “Do you sell everything at the price marked on its tag?” I asked, trying to look innocent, while my heart was beating like a blacksmith’s sledge. Perhaps it was ashamed of me and was trying to make its escape. “Yes, sir; we have but one price, and that is plainly put down,’ answered the pawn-broker. “ Will you let me look at those diamonds marked thirty- five dollars?” said I, my voice acting as though it had not been moistened for a week. “Hlegant gems, and worth a good deal more money!” exclaimed he, taking out the ear-rings which had formerly been marked four hundred dollars. _ SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. 133 y What is the lowest I can have them for, and close the bargain instantly ?”’ I demanded, beginning to feel as hot as though the fires prepared for my lost soul had just been replenished with an extra barrel of pitch. “Do you see those figures?” curtly replied the broker. “Do you think I placed them there for amusement? They mean that I will sell those valuable diamond ear-rings for just thirty-five dollars ; not one cent more, and not one cent less. Take them if you want them; if you don’t, leave them ; it is all the sameto me.” And he was just replacing them in the case when I cried out: “T’lltake them! Here is your money.” 1 hurried out of the store as though pursued by a flaming sword. If any one thinks I was happy he has made a miscalcula- tion. I didn’t even dare to look my speckled dog in the face. I was afraid of his honest bark. | In analyzing my conflicting emotions I discovered that I was very proud of what 1 had accomplished, and that out of that pride came a kind of satisfaction.. I had done what my adviser, the stranger, assured me could not be done, and that was worth something. 1t tickled my vanity. Still, there was something wrong lying around loose in my better self; and as near as I could judge, it was about the size of a millstone, and about as rampant as a mad bull. . My dog began to pull furiously on the cord by which I was leading him. At first I thought he was anxious to go back to his former master; but then I knew this could not be his purpose for he was pointing in an opposite direction. I had often read of dogs being possessed of wonderful instinct or reason, even to the extent of leading their owners to the es Ros. Sct hat: 134 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. discovery of lost treasure; so, to satisfy my curiosity, I let him take me according to his own sweet will. 5 | The place to which he brought me, with no unnecessary delay, was the meat market, where. I had purchased the steak for him but a short time previous. I admired his sagaciousness so much that I ordered a half dozen pork WS G “yy 72 eens, Vf; ae EKA DAL LILA LLL [Ee NEN BY Us) TSS y aC Yj | / anata’ Nehegy I Ny Hi > cos you Boe ite, ee o/ sf vs * [4 fi WE 7 oh GIA HA, AA eat > a . ea Bor HIS OWN SWEET WILL. } chops, which he gulped down before I could get them paid , for. I began to surmise that my speckled cur was blessed with a good appetite. This, I consoled myself, would save | the expense of spring bitters. Passing by Tiffany’s, it occurred to me that I would just run in and get an official statement of the value of my ear- rings. | : SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. 135 The clerk to whom I handed them for inspection, put a - magnifying glass to his eye, looked at them for an instant, : | and remarked : ‘| hope, sir, you are not one of the innocents! ” “T do not feel particularly innocent,” said I. a, VL Ze g YE SITLL SOPTIZLL Os Mh Wiis THE LATEST TRICK. XY .' WW (= ——— M ; \\ 7, I iv i Wi N ef Wi hie) Salle ‘¢ Have you heard of the latest trick which the confidence men are playing i? “No,” I replied, “but I have not lived in large cities all my life not to know a confidence man when I see him, no matter what his trick is.” Tk Oh, of course it catches nobody but greenhorns from | 9 i ig 136 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. the country, but you would be surprised to know how many victims there are. They come in here every day with just this kind of jewelry and ask me to examine it. Sometimes they go away swearing mad when I tell them it is bogus and not worth taking home.” . ‘“‘ How is the trick managed ?” I inquired, trying to con- ceal my emotions. | “Very cleverly,” answered the clerk. ‘The shop-keeper has a confederate, who comes in at the opportune moment — and pretends to hold the shop-keeper in supreme contempt. 3 In a disinterested sort of way he urges you not to trade in that store. He sécures your confidence. JI mean the confidence of the verdant countryman whom he intends to m2 victimize, and then. “ Give me those ear-rings!” I demanded angrily. “Iam going home.” As the clerk handed them to me, I observed a knowing look lighting up his countenance and a diabolical smile play- ing about his open mouth. I knew he saw through me, and I felt cheap—cheaper than the ear-rings. On the way home my speckled dog took it into his head to haul off again toward the meat-shop. It cost me a pang or two to deny him. If I had had any money left, nothing would have given me greater satisfaction than to have bought him a fresh ham, a shoulder of mutton, a leg of veal, or a nice string of sausages. I liked my dog, and I. have every reason to think he liked me, even to the extent of over-estimating me. The value at which*l held myself grew less and less as I approached home. Meeting my wife was a painful ordeal. As I entered the sick chamber, dragging my speckled cur 4 aaa Lae te Bere Ae ee Se MY READ Fg De PA ee se Bite ifs Sh Bana PERNAF REC L WK ROC RT Eel ey Be a Meee ‘ < gat a Leal 4, Pit SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. 137 after me, Augusta turned toward me with a wearied look, but with eyes full of love, and said: .“Q! August, I am so glad you have come. Ask the nurse if she will be kind enough to put the things you have bought into the pantry and then set the table for dinner. You must be hungry. Come and stay by me a little while. 3 See va 7 Pa AUGUSTA’S RECEPTION. I don’t feel so well to-day. The doctor says I have taken a little cold, and he is alarmed about my fever. Your hand feels so cool and nice on my forehead. You are a dear good man. Who lent you that big hungry-looking dog? Please don’t take him home yet. I want you to stay with me. I have felt so lonesome to-day, and I love you so much. Let your face nestle right against mine now while you tell me all ADT Ge SO EERE EEE ee Pe 138 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. . about your shopping and how you managed to make the money hold out. You don’t know how sorry I feel for you when I think of you having to be deprived of so many things — you want. I must have been very weak and nervous to-day, for I cried real hard remembering all your struggles and See gee g < ; and then I prayed for you, and I thanked the dear Father in Heaven OS that you are such a good : man, so upright and hon- orable and conscientious, and I asked him to make me more deserving—” ed, jumping up and turn- > minute! I rather you would curse me as I de- way ! {? “ Have Foffended you?” COALS OF FIRE. genuine alarm? “You must forgive me August. I did not mean to hurt your feelings—truly I did not, but I am so careless; I am always saying something I ought not to.” | 7 “ Augusta!” I cried, and then my voice became choked ~ and I could not give utterance to another word. She saw that I was overcome with grief, and so, making @ great effort to be cheerful, she said: “* Augusta,” I exclaim-— ing my face away to hide — the tears which I could no longer force back. “I © can’t endure this another serve than to talk this she asked in a tone of- SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. 139 «¢ August, you must not think I am going to die. As soon as this fever passes I shall be a great deal better. You know what a strong will I have, and I am going to will myself to get well,—even for your sake.” ‘Thank you,” saxl I, ‘and for your sake, lam going te try to be more worthy of the best woman in the world.” | Soe F fs os sf SSN = SS = ~ ~* ety a i ‘fy y \ Is - Ws i f : V/s a 4 f : Wiha if Eth \ CH ie een re Yi 4 fia PAA i Stary IS TY ee } Ue i 1 if | Brae i\ (l: a7 ‘ GETTING RID OF A BURDEN, I didn’t give her any description of my latest commer cial transactions, for I feared the doctor might not approve oi): it. But I did the best I could toward repairing the mis # chief of the day. Going into the kitchen I cornered the— nurse and begged of her, for dear pity’s sake, to lend me ie NS Me th ie ele na) ie oh oe ats hao) 140 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. some money for a few days till I could get straightened out. She emptied her purse into my hands! “ You have been — extremely faithful to my wife and the babies,” said I to her, “and you must now permit me to make you a a present as a token of my appreciation of your services.’ I then gave her the diamond ear-rings which were ech ‘ing so heavily on my conscience, but more especially on my pride. She was astanilied “QO, no,” said I, “ they are not so valuable as you seem te — suppose; they are made of paste and set in rolled gold. However, if’ you are very careful and ss wear them, they will keep their lustre for many years.” I went back to my wife feeling a sense of relief. MA A GOING TO HIS LONG HOME. “ Augusta,” said I, “ this speckled dog appears to be getting hungry. If you will excuse me for a few minutes I guess I will take him home.” 3 I did take him—to his long home, and when I returned 1 had ordered all the groceries and things that the uurse’s money could pay for. we, A ee lias Bd Fe ik tol i ANY Dan el gest 5 ci a Wi te Le eae GE fli a3. Org tek gail aah Sale aaa ml a i ~ ee oe rie c= te ore ' C4 SUPPLIES FOR THE FAMILY. 141 I wished that I was a better Christian! It actually worried me to think that I could not love that pawnbroker. Willingly would I have gone to heaven with the speckled — dog—but not with him. — Is it any wonder that religion is hard to practice? We are required to love our enemies and abhor their sins. This is contrary to all human experience. The law of association is very strong. In our thought, things in relationship possess each other’s quality. Who can dissociate coffin and corpse? Who can forget the base uses to which a cooking utensil may have been put, even though it has been thoroughly cleaned ? Who cares to sleep in the bed of a felo-de-se? Who could use a hangman’s rope for a plaything? Yet, in spite of this overwhelming instinct of human nature, Christianity would have us love a man while hating all the uses to which he puts himself. Augusta says this is right. Yet she cannot eyen love Christine. In that regard I am nearer the king- dom of righteousness than she. After all, this law of association is just what we need. If it gets us into the difficulty it can also get us out. We have only to associate the man with his divine origin and everlasting destiny, and we shall then love him in accordance with the requirements. CHAPTER XIL MEASLES. oe struck the family just as the hot weather came on. The six babies all had them night and day, but — principally at night. During the day I stayed at the office. li, ee \ i) me Z A EE ui ene <== YA\ ESS AN YY ‘ . i i ee yi AN} iy Wi iN —— Zi iy Ki wii . RY Ee Wh VW YW =| DP aN NIGHT WORE. S SSS Nai ve For seven long, weari- some, painful, never- to-be-forgotten weeks, my regular sleep was constantly broken im ‘upon by the children’s complaints. There was scarcely a night that I could get over eight hours of unbrok- en rest. I have a faint impression that Augusta was worse off than I, but I never have told her so. Why it is that I am apt to neglect such little courtesies. 1s more than I can _ possibly comprehend. | (142) - ee Be hae Ye te ot Tita wn q ‘MEASLES. 143 Just as our herculean efforts and anxieties had been rewarded by the verdict of the physician that the babies were out of danger, I myself was struck down with all the measles that were left in the neighborhood. It would have been just my luck to have taken the dis-— ease the next day after I was born, and to have died in my sins at that time; but, through some oversight, I had been reserved for a later-day. LI was sick. The reader must inflate these little words with all the meaning that his own most dreadful experience can furnish. - For two weeks I hung suspended by a single hair over the yawning gulf of—but I must not get theological—during which time, Augusta gave me the divine ministry of her sweet affection and indefatigable devotion. Would you believe that such a woman would grow hard- hearted at last ? | She did. It was when I had become convalescent. I had lost my appetite, but I had found another. It must have been Jumbo’s, or the speckled dog’s. There was nothing that I did not want to eat, and there was nothing except porridge, and soup, and toast, and eggs, and ripe fruit, that my wife - would permit me to have. She had a ridiculous superstition, inherited from her mother, that hearty eating would bring on a relapse. An opportunity offered for me to make the attempt te disabuse her usually good judgment of that ancient delusion. A neighbor had dropped in to see how I was getting on, and Augusta had invited her to stay to dinner. They were both in the kitchen waiting for the tea to steep. The table was set. Noiselessly I glided from my couch, and took an 144 - MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. inventory of the fare. What struck me as the most Savory dish of all was the meat. There were two or three pounds ef cold boiled ham just waiting to be consumed. How my stomach yearned for it! I laid hold of it eagerly. In another instant I should have proceeded to gratify my inner eravings ; but, for some reason, I hesitated. The man that hesitates is—saved. Therein he differs from woman. | Ss Be 7 yg) SSSeh = NS Sas a ———— == ceariey oO: — << - << ts eae = RSS = Soka fees Ve > se ess eS - ae nw pa PS Lee, = Tees fees = ae) § = —— a bss oSSOt Ses Hid =} sae! Se TINGE SSIS PETE ee ae ger a = = aso: See = Ses aed — RT Peet Le ee es eee ae ne pee === = nF ede Rees EXPERIMENTING. I will be a man, thought I. Perhaps, after all, Augusta is right, but, nevertheless, it would furnish me with a month’s comfort to convince her otherwise. . i A feasible scheme suggested itself. The next minute I bad opened a bandbox, and concealed the cold ham under my wife’s Sunday bonnet, after which I returned to my. eouch to await developments. MEASLES. 145 The women came in, my wife smiling benignantly as she | bore the steaming teapot. “You must excuse me,” said she to Mrs. Losson, “ for not - having a more presentable dinner. We have been so upset with sickness that my housework has been sadly neglected.” “How are you feeling to-day?” inquired Mrs. Losson, -eoming to the lounge whereon I was stretched. ; “Thank you, Mrs. Losson,” I replied, “I am at least a thousand per cent. better than I was half an hour ago.” *‘ Victuals, marm! I was on the ragged edge of starva- tion, and should speedily have gasped my last gasp had I not dragged my exhausted frame to the dinner-table, and supplied my wasted powers with their proper nourishment.” “Where in the world is that ham?” exclaimed my wife, trying to look in twelve different directions at once. “This is all I have left of it,’ I replied, holding up a jagged little piece, which 1 had reserved especially for the occasion. Augusta turned pale. “Don’t be alarmed,” said I, “for I am feeling ever so much better than I felt a while ago. Uaven’t I told you all along that I needed substantial food? You must admit now that your theory was wrong. There was a time when all the old ladies in the land believed that every sick person should be blistered, and bled, and tortured, while every con- valescent patient should be kept on a light diet till he was hungry enough to eat a barn door. But, Augusta, science has advanced, and it pains me to think that a woman of your native sense should still cling to any of the mouldy eonceits of the dark ages. That was very nice ham, my dear, very nice indeed. Won’t you give me a plate of plum- pudding for dessert ?”’ 146 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Augusta was too much agitated to reply. She and Mrs. Losson put their heads together, and held e few minutes excited conversation, during which I was serenely smiling in the sleeve of my dressing-gown. Mrs. Losson went away, but soon returned. | Augusta came to my side, and in pleading tones, said, “ August, will you do one thing to please me ?” HAM HUNTERS. ne ? “ Most assuredly,’ I replied, my conscience giving @ 3 “S twitch or two. eae “Then take this powder in a glass of water.” I took it. | Oh, horrors! It was a most powerful emetic. I had nothing particular to throw up except my legs; but the emetic was determined to do its mission all the same. My stomach, being a little weak from long abstinence, had e af, We a 0, ET. A RUINED BONN MEASLES. 149 not a very firm grip on its surroundings, and it seemed every minute as though its tackling would break, and that I should lose it. At this crisis the doctor arrived, having been notified by Mrs. Losson when she went for the emetic. “He is a very sick man,’ solemnly spoke the physician, feeling of.my pulse. “Has the ham come yet?” “No,” replied both women with bated breath. _“T fear it is too heavy to be moved,’ mournfully spoke the doctor. I was busy with my sea-sickness, and could not, therefore, ‘observe my wife, or I should haye seen the most despairing look on her face which human countenance can endure. “JT shall have to try another dose of tartara medicus,” eontinued the doctor. “No, you don’t!” I groaned, making another effort to turn myself inside out. “If it’s the ham you are after, just drop your vile emetic into that bandbox, and the ham will appear.” Augusta tore off the cover, and the first thing I heard her pay was: “Mercy on us! My best bonnet is ruined!” Thus easily could she forget my troubles, and pay atten- tion to a mere matter of personal adornment. How often have I observed the inconsistency of woman! My recovery was not speedy, for there were many violated laws lying around loose in my physical constitution. Through all my sickness, I never once prayed to get well. Iam too much of a philosopher. Reason teaches me that Nature finds it necessary to adopt the same means in repair- ing a man that we adopt in repairing a dilapidated house. She tears him all to pieces, and then puts him together as - service, we ary out becanse of « our -suffenin ng | It ti thu of Cag 3% can become aheste « CEAPPE ERATE NEGLECTED DUTIES. AROSE early one morning, and ordered Bridget to get 8 me a good breakfast, as I had an editorial brewing in my brain, and was anxious to go to my office. “Fath,” said she, “ an’ thar haint nottin in th’ house that er blissid man ken ate!” | “How is that?” said I. “Haven’t 1 been bringing stuff home all summer? What’s become of it?” “Phativer has coom ter this place is cooked an’ aten, as Pm an honest woman. Sure, an’ it’s not th’ loikes of er gintleman of your sthripe to entimate that 1 wud sthale.” “ But there must be enough in the house for breakfast— anything, get anything. Iam in a great hurry.” “°Pon me soul, thar haint nottin in th’ hul mansion but er bit er salt an’ er doozen aigs.” “ A dozen eggs! Why, that’s a breakfast for a king. There is nothing in the world I like better. Cook them at once; and mind,” I added, “as she was shuffling toward the kitchen, “that you boil them soft.” | _ This order given, I settled back in an easy chair, and was soon absorbed on my forthcoming editorial, namely: “ Why is horse-radish called horse-radish, when it neither looks like a horse nor tastes like one?” My intention was to make - something of a national reputation, and largely increase the (151) TOA eg PP UR erm Re ae > ae Ne IEE SS PP TT a Be oe Ne a a Ne, te a ee . “ ““ pica Bagel SS Ot dae eS ee Rr AP Mink Sy enol Piet rie Cty ee | we mks SA Eee tt BERANE CRETE Cee AE fl ane mies 2 é ) said I, “forthe invitation comes so “T’ll not go a step,’ late that it-is not entitled to any respect, and there is no time to get ready,” “So I fear,’ answered Augusta, “ but it is all your fault. The Ptiediod is a week old, and it was only by accident that- 1 discovered it, still unopened, among a lot of old iet- ters with which you have been trying to stop up a rat-hole in the bath-room. Such carelessness will be the ruin of us ee ) (159) 160 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. yet. It might have been a check, or a post-office order. As it is, the case is quite bad enough. This invitation is fraught with great consequences. It was to be our intro duction to society. Other invitations would have followed. Your reputation, influence, and perhaps fortune, would have come in quick succession. Now all these.things—” “Were employed to stop up a rat-hole,” said I. “But, Augusta, you have shown so clearly what we are to lose by staying away from this party, that I am determined to go. Hurry up, now! Let us get ready, and be off.” a : ‘“‘ But we shall be late.” “ So much: the more fashionable.” “We shall be unreasonably late!” “That will be your fault, Augusta, for I can attend wholly to myself, and be ready in a very few minutes.” “ August, you never did such a thing since we were mar- ried. You never can dress even for church without calling on me at least half a dozen times to assist you, and I aHUe always look after you, wherever you go.” -“T wish you would n’t make such wild statements. Now let us both do our best, and get ready. JI warn you not to interfere with me. lam not one of the babies, that I must have somebody put on my bib and tucker.” “Very well, August, you shall not be molested, and we _ will each arrange our own toilet as speedily as possible.” We went to work. Repeatedly I had to check myself im the act of asking Augusta to bring me this or that article ; sie but I finally succeeded in piling everything that I thought i Sd, should need for making a complete change of clothing, inte four or five heaps, occupying as many chairs, and nearly as many rooms. My purpose was very strong to get ready long before Augusta, and then to amuse myself by asking ~ os 2a ‘ ? ee oa un - 1-* a ‘ Pb Bie ba Sa NAL , a aes ghake AS nS a eee ENTERING SOCIETY. 161 her fifteen or twenty times in succession if she knew how late it was getting, and if she was not afraid that the General and his wife would be gone to bed when we got there. What encouraged me was that all the babies were cross, and every little while Augusta had to stop and quiet one or more of them,—generally more. Then she had to do some = =<", — ‘iz o> 7 ere EG A Le oe > TT e - t \ Was ANN nie BY Elche? 3 ater Mais ‘2, hee } } ¢ fi i 4 HHA ei ' i Nip ijn lett sil il 4 , ; ' ' } Y NN HAWN PREPARING FOR COLIC. sewing on a flounce, arrange a bouquet of artificial flowers, ad heat a curling-iron, friz her hair, change the buttons on a pair of new shoes, mend two or three rips in a pair of kid gloves, and explain to the nurse what must be done in case -any of the babies should get the croup, and what other thing must be done if they should be attacked with colic. 162 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. I should have got on finely had it not been for an zdea that attacked me. The idea was that the next issue of The Farmer's Guide should contain a full description of General Cradle’s magnificent hospitality, groaning tables, honored guests, etc., etc. As usual, the idea grew on me. I soon had a great chaos of literary lumber in my head, which I was fated to sort over and arrange, then and there, whether I wanted to or not. From that moment, my hands dressed me with- out any conscious assistance of the mind. Nevertheless, I hurried, because, having got well started, the mere momentum carried me on, and my haste resulted in success. I was ready a few seconds before Augusta. I had even put on my new fall overcoat, and buttoned it up to the chin; which I was in the habit of doing when going out in the evening, on account of a sensitive throat, which I dreaded to expose to night air. “Come, Augusta,” exclaimed I, “are n’t you ready yet? 1 have waited for you until my patience is entirely exhausted. Do try and hurry a little. or Mrs. Cradle will have her finery all put away for the night before you get yours on.” We ordered a car riage, and were off. The guests were just sitting down to dinner rien we arrived. Mrs. Berkeley was precipitated into one room, and I into another, that we might get off our wraps and join the com- pany as soon as possible. Servants took us dowitto the dining-room. : General Cradle received my wife, and Mrs. Cradle re- ceived me. As we approached the table in a blaze of light, I observed St. ‘. ENTERING SOCIETY. 163 that my hostess looked at me, and immediately became very much em- barrassed. I knew something was wrong. I felt as uncomfortable as a fish out of water. My wife being direct- ly behind me, I turned and whispered in her ear, “Say, Augusta, am J all right?” She gave me one lit- tle look, and I thought she would sink to the floor. “You have left off your collar and your necktie, and your shirt- bosom is not buttoned,” she gasped. There I was. The whole coinpany were glaring at me, as though I was an es- ceaped lunatic. The ladies were suffused with blushes. Some of them appeared insult- ed; and yet, as I said ui to my wife when she Nek paar ate SOL Ses ‘was leading me out of the dining-room, those very ladies 164 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. - had on lower-necked dresses than L It was something like their own style which I had innocently adopted, and — they thought it. was horrid. Since they could blush so easily at my appearance, is oo it not strange that they could | look unblushingly in a mirror ? = SS There was old Miss Slimp-— SSS H ot oe oy Ss‘s SS IAS Se ~~ z ee oe SS oS SS Sas LS RS SSS skite, for example, a spinster = > eS SSS SSS: x SS ss So west ta — ei —. SS == NS not less than six feet perpen- Sad Me ¢ 4 ok Coe le Mah we ae oy Ss = 4 ey) er 2, dicular, and scarcely anything “ \Go Lh horizontal. She actually had fi ; the impudence to utter a little < =) sereech “when she caught 3 sight of my somewhat ex- “Ss tended throat, and yet her re * own scrawny neck of skin and MISS SLIMPSKITE. bones was bare to all eyes. What slaves we are to fashion! ya When Augusta says of a certain fit, or misfit, that “it is all the style,’ no amount of denunciation or ridicule can kill it until it has had its day, after which nothing can keep # alive. | a a CHAP EER AY, MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF. N some unaccountable way, on the evening of General Cradle’s dinner-party, | took a severe cold. Nothing would check it. Some one advised Turkish baths; I tried ten or twelve, but grew rapidly worse. Another recom- mended staying in bed s and drinking hot ginger- tea; I experimented with that. Atter drinking all the tea I could force down, T got under three double “IK : a / ° i

‘ 7 . ¥ “~ = : ‘ 3, = 3 z * -- Me end - i a2 » Z ’ fi he - f . we a : * , Co ‘_% Fin? : | : ean, : , *) ve ° ‘ t « r os “ , * “ “ = - + . . chee J ‘7 ' . - 9 * . F : : ? ‘ ‘ : . ’ 4 A a ¥ Pe Ve a gd. a4 z , ’ 5 Me . v 3 . aS. 7 ¥ ne pr dds ns a ¥ 2 . * . * * ‘ a) " ‘ a Y . ya ra ¢ ‘? a LLL Ss LEZ LS Zap j > Wy SSS RY RRS se = os =: —S Sa Ss. Ss ; SOS y i 4 SS) ) NAY Ny NMA yf i} \ Mii i t * YOU HAVE A COLD?” (Fy) | i ‘ ie mM) ( KS ==; a = er, MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF. 163 “Much obliged to you ‘for the information,” said I. ¢ When I go home I will speak to my wife about it.” _ “J have got something right here,” he observed, “ that will take that cold entirely away before you can cet home.” “To I appear like a gull?” I inquired, casting on Lim a contemptuous look. “ Hardly.” “You had better say ‘hardly.’ No, sir; the editor and publisher of The Farmer’s Guide—two dollars and fifty cents a year, in advance —can’t be duped. When I buy a thing, I know precisely what I am getting, or I let it alone.” “You are just the sort of man I like to deal with,’ exclaimed he. “ You shall know what you are purchasing and what it can do, before you pay me a dollar. This is the celebrated Bethsaida Snuff, of which there are only six ~boxes in-the United States, and four of them are in my possession. Now open your nostrils wide, and inhale a pinch of this invaluable remedy. It will cost you nothing, and rid you immediately, of what otherwise may prove fatal.” I took the snuff as directed. Charming! | But how I did sneeze! | How sneeze after sneeze followed each other in quick succession, like an immense drove of sheep going through a small gate. How I was racked, and torn, and tattered. Verily, I thought I should sneeze my head off. _A-crowd began to gather about me to see what was the matter. Other crowds came to see what that crowd was doing, and long before I was done sneezing I was sur- rounded by a howling mob. I reeked with perspiration. 1 did not use a word of profanity ; I could’t. The sneeze- train had the right of way, and everything else had to wait. stain ats 170 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. —_ All things have an end. — Bh | “ How do you feel?” asked the patent-medicine man, as Beh soon as there was a prospect of making me hear anything. — “Mad,” I muttered. | : “ How is your head ?” “Clear as a bell, sure as I’m alive!” Nes ~ i “You acknowledge then, ws that the cold is cured?” “Yes; that trip-hammer - sneezing has pulverized it ” beyond recognition.” Z “Which is better than ~~ = . e ; = ee taking poisonous nostrums om BE ete et into the stomach, and being = sick a-bed for months, isn’t it?” ~ Z Agee ig : ay 2 ie “Sir,” replied I, “ You are indeed a benefactor of your ~~ | race. How much of this Bethsaida snuff did you say you have on hand?” : ioe Only four boxes, one ounce to the box; and as you are the universally honored proprietor of The Farmer’s MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF, ak Guide, and a man of extraordinary influence, I shall be most happy to let you have the entire lot for ten dollars.” I relieved him of the entire lot. Being a man of good business instincts, he proceeded immediately to take advantage of the crowd I had drawn, by exhibiting some patent soap, of which he sold forty or fifty dollars.worth before I was out of sight. Undoubtedly his audience needed it. Proudly [ went home. Augusta disappointed me; not a bit enthusiastic did she become over my improved condition. “The cold will come on again,” said she. “Suppose it does! Can’t I level it to the ground with this snuff battery ?”’ ; | “You will find that there is something wrong with that snuff, and that you have squandered the ten dollars.” * Augusta, | wish you would n’t always try to depreciate my judgment. When I do a good thing, why can’t you give me credit for it?” “We will wait,” said she. In the middle of the night, I awoke, feeling as though I had taken a new cold. However, I had faith in the snuff, and proceeded immediately to utilize as large a dose as I could furnish lodgings for. Charming, again. Pretty soon I had my wife, the nurse, the house-maid, and the six babies wide awake. The latter were frightened, and began screaming, with one accord. Bedlam reigned su- preme; even to the disturbance of a number of our neigh- bors. But this cold was finally mastered the same as the previous one. | “T told you so,” said I to Augusta, and then fell into a sweet sleep from which I had no waking till breakfast time. 11 172 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. It required about ten days to get rid of all the new colds that came, but complete victory finally perched on my banner ; and J had a whole box of Bethsaida snuff left. “The rats are destroying everything in the house,” said my wife, as I was starting out one evening to do a little marketing. ‘I wish you would bring home some strong- ‘smelling cheese, and I will set a trap for them.” : “Very well,” said I. I visited several grocery stores, but could not find any — cheese that had the requisite odor. The grocers brought on the strongest they had, and seemed greatly surprised when I told them it had no more smell than bass-wood. - The trouble was this, although I was entirely ignorant of the fact, that the Bethsaida snuff had totally destroyed my nerves of smelling. So, like many another grumbler, I kept finding fault with the cheese, when the wrong belonged wholly to myself. _ “You had better go to Schmidt’s, on Baxter street,” advised a merchant, whose cheese I had just refused, ‘He keeps the strongest article in the market.” 4 To Schmidt’s I went. He owned a liquor saloon, and furnished a free-lunch counter. “J heard you had some strong cheese,” said I. “Ya, de pest sheeze in de world. Zoost you dry dat - vonce.” | “This is no better than any,” replied I, sniffing at the sample he handed me. “Dat es goot old Limburger sheeze.” **But there is no smell to it.” “Tunder and blixen! How much schmel does you takes ?”’ “TY want something to catch rats.” » MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF. . 173 “Oh! dat’s him, is she? Zoost you vait here teel I ge fotch soom sheeze vat vill bleeze you werry goot.” | Thus saying, he went out into the back yard, and got about a pound of Limburger cheese which had been thrown away on account of its having driven off so many customers. It had been made for a German fair, and had taken the first premium, on account of its unprecedented strength. It pos- he AY TESTING THE. ARTICLE, sessed the peculiarity of growing more decided as it got older, till now its strength was gigantic. ““Schmel of dat,” said Herr Schmidt, as he handed me the samnle with a pair of long tongs. -&T believe that is a little odoriferous,’ I remarked, inhal ing a full breath. It isn’t just what my wife wants, but if I can’t get anything stronger, it will have to answer.” 174 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Schmidt smiicd as he handed me the package. I put the cheese into my overcoat pocket, and started for home. Coming to the church formerly ministered to by the Rey. Shepherdskin, but now by the Rey. Selah Brownell, and to which Augusta and I were accustomed to go whenever we went to church anywhere, I noticed that it was lighted up. Then I recollected@-that it was prayer-meeting night. _Feel- ing an honest desire to be benefited in my higher nature, I entered the sanctuary. The usual proportion of ladies and gentlemen were present—seventy-two ladies and nine gen- tlemen, counting ihe minister as one of the eentlemen. He was engaged in one of his complete prayers. As I took my seat, he was just entering Japan. I knew he had to go to China, India, Egypt, Spain, France, Germany, and all the other European nations, as well as all the isles of the sea, before he would strike America; and that then he would remeinber Washington, Albany, Blackwell’s Isiand, and Wall street, tiie congregation of dearly-beloved brethren and sisters before him, and every other person for whom he should pray in this whole world, or, in any other world. The Rev. Brownell was too conscientious to slight any part of his work. His supplications were not only elaborate in detail, but rich in classic English, with here and there a sprinkling of Latin and Greek. I had taken my seat between two elderly ladies. In a few minutes, and while the pastor was devoutly calling Heaven’s attention to the Vatican, they had the rudeness to get up and quietly move into another pew. ‘Then one of the nine noiselessly arose and opened a window, after which another window, and still another. Then somebody else opened a door. Pretty soon the woman who was nearest to me began to faint, and was 1 vet ‘ . ; NR i as , ‘ ere p< és ¥ “g aT See eee eee Res Tbe + aa PA tah bee } SPR MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF. — : ee Ya carried out. All her particular friends went out to nurse her. Two other ladies were overcome; and when they and their attendants had resorted to the vestibule, there was not much left. The Rey. Selah Brownell was the pastor, and I was the audience. i was astonished. iN Ry A) A DISTURBED CONGREGATION. _ I knew well enough that he would also be astonished as soon as he opened his eyes. In course of time the prayer was finished. The first thing the good man said was, “’Where in the world is my congregation ¢”’ I felt humorous; and besides, I was anxious to give hina 1T6 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. a hint that his devotions were unnecessarily long, so I answered : : or “ Quite likely, sir, they have gone home to breakfast.” Ps 7 — x Fe . <~& A > | r 2G ; ; lee eer ea rat fA ae ee. ore path ant ap EE ST Pe! Seen - mt i SS mee Rene. ty ty a ee. ‘AMEN! ” pate: In his superabundance of native innocence, he anxiously z ra eS oe ie Pept cn. eonsulted his watch. “is “Tt cannot be so very late,’ he remarked. “ What is it by your time?” | | Before I had a chance to reply, the redolence of my abom- inable Limburger cheese, of whose very existence I had for- - t MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF. 1TT gotten, and of whose peculiar nature I was Seats igno- rant, struck the pulpit with full force. _“ What scent is this?” he inquired. “T don’t know,” said I. “Probably it is one that some- body brought for the contribution-box.” “J refer,” said he, “to an unspeakably repulsive emana- tion of ee my gary nerves have just taken full cog- nizance.’ “Perhaps,” suggested I, anxious to give another hint, “it comes from some of those dead languages you have just been unearthing.” He hastily pronounced the benediction, and the meeting was closed. 7 I resolved to go straight home, and describe the affair to Augusta, and to ask her to solve the mystery with that instinct of hers. T'o my surprise, she gave me an indifferent reception. “What-is the matter?” she exclaimed. “ August, you have been mobbed. Your clothes are ruined with bad eggs. Don’t come near me! Don’t, I pray! How did it happen?” I was stupefied, disgusted, vexed. “tis no great blessing.” remarked I, “to be obliged to live in a world where everybody has gone crazy except myself.” | In a few minutes, the fumes of my triumphant Limburger struck the six babies with telling effect, bringing every one of them from the pleasant land of Nod to a screeching wakefulness. After some time, Augusta became unconscious to the existence of the disagreeable odor, and wondered how her - imagination could have so thoroughly deceived her. By a merciful provision of nature, all violently obnoxious 178 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. smells are self-destructive. In course of time, they tempo- rarily destroy the very power by which they are recognized. I found occasion to learn this interesting fact when I was a small boy. I had set a steel trap in what I supposed was a wood- chuck’s burrow. The next morning, when I visited it, my nostrils were greeted with the most pronounced essence that I had ever experienced. My supposed woodchuck was a black and white creature, with a bushy tail, which ornamental structure he shook vig- orously and defiantly at me as I approached him, while the air became filled with a most penetrating and sickening odor. Iendured it however like a little man, not blaming - the woodchuck in the least; for I really had no idea of the source whence the perfume came, until after a while my nerves of smell became so overpowered that they resigned their office. Proudly I took my spotted, squirming woodchuck by the— ear, and started for home. (Strict veracity makes it necessary for me to explain thas I did not really carry him by that portion of his anatomy designated as the “ear,” but I have substituted that word , just to please Augusta.) During the first half-hour, he made lively use of that means of defence which fun-loving mother Nature had pro- vided him; but at last he became discouraged. He had never seen any one like me before; neither had I ever met a woodchuck before. He was astonished; so was I. As I climbed the garden fence, on the way to the house, [ caught sight of my father hoeing weeds. “OQ papa!” I exclaimed, see what a nice, fat woodchuck 1 have brought home for dinner!” dy. Vis Bay stl ic tlh ke a aon, NN ad , Pra a ae e. TRS PS PIN keg Jol a eS a as rt & _ MISCHIEVOUS SNUFF. 179 My father dropped his hoe and ran faster than J had ever WEECTT YS | eho | - OF seen him go before, making some remarks on the way, which I failed to catch. As I walked in at the back door of the kitchen, my mother went flying ‘ and screaming through the opposite door. Then I strolled all through the house, still proudly hold- A\gienac//// SS 1-0 ER A & DEON " PT ' M) eae ing to my game, trying to find her, for I heard her calling me, and knew that she wanted some- thing. No dwelling of man was ever more thoroughly fu- migated than~ ours. I : was kept out of school two weeks, during which all my clothing had to be buried in the earth. To come back to the | Limburger cheese, we learned through some of our neighbors what the trouble was. Every one advised me to destroy my garments; but I remem- enn eres es bered my boyhood expe-— OVER THE GARDEN WALL. 180 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. — eh x Tienes, ¢ and adopted a more seyraiee cae I ined a man for four dollars to take them over to New Jersey, and bury them in deep earth. 3 Ten days later, I sent him again to see how they were doing; but he came back with the sad intelligence that some tramp had dug them up and carried them away. 8 PT ae i a I ee a Ve eee tee Se Os Sa See * eer at ee te Se eh eR ¥ et at le oy igs Sapte =" k? ’ ~ 7 oe ee ae oa neta CHAPTER XVI. A SUMMER EXCURSION. T \HE next summer, we had some very hot weather, and Augusta suggested that we take the children and gO tato the country for a few days recreation. She felt the need of a change of air, and I also was pining for recupera- tion, although I was able to sit up and take nourishment. “T shall be satisfied with any arrangement for a short trip which you may make,” said Augusta, “if you will only atudy economy.” — My wife was always urging economy, economy, just as though I did not practice the most rigid economy always. I kept only one white monkey, and almost constantly deprived myself of its company, simply because it was cheaper to board # out than it would have been to repair the damages which would have resulted from keeping it at home. * Augusta,” said I,as I came home to dinner one day. “T have laid out our trip.” ; “How much will the tickets cost?” was the first question she asked, as though that was of the most importance. “JT have not sold out my newspaper business for the sake of a little vacation,’ I replied, somewhat irritated at her implied lack of confidence in my financial judgment. _ “Where have you decided to go?” she inquired. “To Central Islip, a healthful little village on Long Island.” (181) 182 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. She seemed disappointed. “You told) mY |to study economy,” I continued, “and it occurred to me that Central Islip would be more conducive to that virtue than either Saratoga or Long Branch.” “When are we gong t rig “To-morrow morning.’ “We can’t possibly get ready in so shor. a, time.” “Oh, yes, we can, Augusta. J am all ready now except shaving.” “But it will be a sight of work to prepare for taking all the children.” “ Augusta,” said I, “why do you speak so impulsively ? The children can be got ready in twenty minutes.” She did not argue the point any further, but submitted resignedly. | ‘‘What time to-morrow morning does our train leave ?” she presently asked. “That is where we have the advantage,” I replied. “The trains can go when they get ready. I have engaged a livery ‘team. It probably will not cost over six dollars a day, and I do not intend to be gone over a week.” ; Augusta did not smile. “You see,” I continued, “my object was to get even with the Long Island Railroad corporation. It has refused to insert its advertisement in 7’he Farmer’s Guide, and the only way in which I can resent the affront is to withdraw my patronage. ‘Who is going to drive the horses?” teas my wife, manifesting slight alarm. I felt that the question was an unnecessary reflection, and answered accordingly. “The twins, of course.” Ay + m2 « SHOWING THEM HOW. A SUMMER EXCURSION. 185 She did not pursue the subject further. I suppose her conscience reproved her. It was nearly noon the next day before she had the chil- - dren ready to start. Why it took her so long, I can’t, for the life of me, see. I knew it made her a little nervous to have me keep asking what became of her-spare time; and, as I was particularly anxious that we should both get off feeling good-natured, I kept mum, only remarking, as she picked up the last baby and left. the house, “ My dear, is it possible that you are ready so soon ?” We started. Augusta and I occupied the front seat of — the carriage, she having the two youngest babies on her lap, ~while the other four were given the back seat, with the privilege of sitting on, or lying under it, as their own sweet wills might elect. My horses were high-spirited, and I felt quite proud of my | management of them, as I drove through Broadway without a smash-up. Augusta cordially acknowledged “that I did well, and I appreciated her fine judgment more than ever. Late in the afternoon, we reached Hinsdale, and stopped at a farm-house to get water for the horses and milk for the youngsters. Happening to see a Farmer’s Guide lying on the sitting- room table, I realized at once that we were with a people possessing good sense, excellent taste, and lofty intelligence. Accordingly, I made haste to introduce myself as the editor of that valuable paper, to which, I had no reason to doubt, they could trace a large share of their agricultural success. It being their busy season, and they were haying, I offered to pitch on a load; which services were gladly accepted. The hay was a little green and heavy, and so was I. 186 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. At the first plunge of the pitch-fork, I got hold of an ~ entire hay-cock, and quickly threw it upon the wagon. ‘. This elicited great applause from all the farm hands; and my wife, who was an interested spectator, confessed that she had never seen anything like it po Bei: in all her life, and that she had no | idea I possessed such a wealth -of physical strength. This encouraged me, and I resolved to astonish the natives. I like to “show off,” espe- cially before Au-} gusta. Now was my opportunity to : Gs é let these simple Wee u, country folks see ee a | what the editor of The Farmer’s ’ Guide knew about haying. Every one of them stop- ped their own work to look at me. Some laugh- ed, some shouted with delight; but all united in pay- A CHILD’S TOY. ing me flattering compliments. I am fond of compliments. They act as a powerful tonic on my ambition. Before I had pitched up half a dozen cocks, the mam who had been trying to load was completely buried out of A SUMMER EXCURSION. 187 sight. I shouted to him to climd the pole. (There was a tall pole attached to the front of the hay-rack, to build the load by.) At the seventh cock I broke the fork-handle in two. “ Look here!” I exclaimed, “ why do you give a man such a child’s toy as this to work with? It might answer very well in the kitchen to toast bread on, but—” My remarks were interrupted by peals of laugh- ter. Amid rousing cheers and intense enthusiasm anoth- er and much larger fork was placed in my hands. Augusta confessed her de- light. Two of the men or- dered me to put down their names for Zhe Farmer's Guide. By this time the man on ‘ Sool x ) the wagon had succeeded in as Le bs _ : KH oD Be le ay working his way to the top Ms of the load. Once more I buckled down to the work. Haycock after - haycock flew through the air like mad. Up went a huge rattlesnake, and down from the load tumbled the man, well- nigh frightened out of his wits. : Whe owner of the farm assured me that it was the first rattlesnake he had seen in those parts for twenty years. “The probability is,” said I, “ that under ordinary circum- 188 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. stances the snakes have plenty of time to make their escape before a pitch-fork reaches them.” [Tremendous applause. ] The farmer was so delighted that he kept me and my family and the livery horses all night, and would not take a cent in return. | But my story is not all told. The worst is to come. Next morning when I awoke I discovered that I had been changed in the course of the night for somebody else. Both SALT AND ALCOHOL. my hands were badly blistered; my elbows had no joint-oil ; and my back seemed to have but one bone, which, under the circumstances, was most decidedly one too many. 2 . e “What is the matter ?”’ anxiously inquired my wife, after »* | I had made several ineffectual attempts to gct out of bed. “Tt must be the rheumatism,” said I. ‘This climate — i does not agree with me.”’ at ee ~ ZA [>p) 7 % ‘gs eee aS oa eB Be mets gel E o oO = : Le ge a r a we Le ee 2 : 3 3 2 2 ee Sta 3. oO q = 'E : | tran] oa ere : on g 5 q 2 2 ¢ a= aa 3 : | | | , RM I mM eee ~ ae} rs Ey : | , am fe) ees oF a , Bee toto gg a = | { : 23 : aoF mM = O ra aes qa 2 re pn = § | jem} S = a _ = - | i ; 5 oO 3 fag a - 2 OF ET on za | , 8% BIS rs , ai mM DQ a - aa = , , | , , i : see aS re me a) aig x 'S | | : : ic} n o oe way ee 4 s A 3 eo bee oS 4 oso Sees : | 3 ia ~ , ae 5 © = = Pal aa) = © — 3 4 22 Em OD = aed Soe ome De eS Baek eure = ; : i HH Biel acc ae oa i= a. 8 = S 42 Ae oe Ot o Saaeiie | ) f A 3 Sia ties R n 5 Se H : : | af Q we) CS By : a) ao Bh he Oe iH Bs 2g 2 a > - * aS on Ee oe ain Th ° Se on Se ag Lege a oy i | : ee, 3 G3 oF | 1 ) a sow S & o nm epee ae Bi ok : p auci aoe : pote arate Be 8 2.2 e i as ee a pane | Oo a te pet Gace ee -* en Siete Ses Gist ROR a td ae NS Monae Sc a a ae Ae TENG eos aea sre Se kame Ta 82 ts Rig ee: aR : ES Sita VFO UL estilo 190 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. to “show off.’’? Iam not sure that their oats had not been soaked in whisky. How we flew! : What little strength I had left was soon exhausted in attempting to reduce our speed to the demands of reason- able safety. | “Tt is no use!” I cried in despair. “ My rheumatism is so bad I can’t hold them.” Then we changed off. I held the babies,—those which had not been assorted and stowed away in the hind end of the carriage,—while Augusta drove. Indeed, she did drive. There had been a shower some time in the night, which left the road covered with about half an inch of mud. This the horses vathered on their feet as they went, and plastered f us with it, right and left, babies and all. Then the scream- ing began. Every baby did its level best. 3 I saw that Augusta had taken too large a contract, so I dropped the children into a promiscuous heap, and we both drove. | All the natives along the road stared with wide open mouths as we passed by. | At last we struck a little bridge and went to pieces. The stream of water and the bed of soft mud into which we were thrown undoubtedly saved our bones, if not our lives. The horses reserved the forward wheels of the carriage for their own use, and went on, just the same as though nothing had happened, only a little more so. The first thing Augusta did was to strip every baby of every rag, to see if it had met with any bodily injury. Nothing was discovered worse than black and blue spots, of which there were too many to mention. After dressing the little darlings she sat down on a log, A SUMMER: EXCURSION. 191 took a good look at the wreck, considered the plight we were in, and began to cry. “T told you so!”’ she sobbed. As a matter of fact, she had not told me so; but I readily forgave her the innocent fabrication, considering some remarks I myself had made con- aj) a cerning the cause of my lame back. Although I was sincere in my it desire to comfort the poor woman, Se oe oe I really could not kiss her, for her face was already occupied, and I had mud enough of my eh Pagt tins AG u fy ae A Vat ph Gieiae : : . Br own without borrowing. ere re Sewer 9” Ae eg peek Uitte nN os Pat LS 7 ; = O24, fs Z 2 Y/ vy), fe is Ls STRANDED. We were in a piece of woods, not a house in sight. Under such circumstances, we concluded to adopt the tactics of Micawber, and wait for something to turn up. In course of an hour, an honest farmer turned up. He » was afoot and alone. We learned from him that the near- 192 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. est house was two miles away. I engaged his services to help us carry the babies, and we set out to walk to the house in question. ae | We had gone, perhaps, half a mile, when my wife, who had been bringing up the rear, suddenly cried out: “ August, how many babies eee PB have you got ?” eye j : 7 “T have a whole one, I replied. re, aA “And how many has that ether man ?”’ “Two,” said he. “ And J have two,” ad- ded Augusta, her voice trembling with alarm. “That makes only five,’’ I ; Zip SY EE. , - Yj S = ORO AMIS ade S a a An f IIE = : Bae St VES \ —= = ew aX a son th ) _ i] he Rae : : sy i) A A : . eS aes er = maj y * = Se aS j yi ——— = se DIN ( Sagyee: sof E oe a = SB SH remarked.— “Where can es the other one - be?” 2 “Whereought : it to be?” cried ~ AN ia my wife, look- Sy eee ing at me with a a somewhat cae withering gaze. a ; TAKING AN INVENTORY. She might Sa % have added unpleasant words, but she refrained. ets We took an inventory of stock, to ascertain what baby was missing, and found that it was my wife’s departed sis- ter’s child. : au 4 eee mS “Augusta,” said I, “are you sure you took that baby : so — , \ ae mee da of ie ry ei an ke Bante Sat ith a km fat Ree: ce ter tay Ailes ee ; tis; Atte, ean et kh sf A SUMMER EXCURSION. | 193 along when we left home? I don’t remember having noticed it since then.” Augusta pressed her lips very closely together, and pre- served a dignified silence. I knew then that she had respect for my feelings, and was making a strong effort not to wound them. If there isa perfect Christian in the world, my wife is the woman. However, I could not forget that she had asked me, before leaving home, who was going to drive the horses. We all went back to the place where the acci- dent had occurred, and there, soundly asleep in the shadow of a great log, was the lost child.’ I kissed it, partly because I was really glad to see its sweet face again, and partly on Augusta’s ac- eount. T felt that she had suffered enough through my thoughtless acts and more thoughtless words, and I was determined to do everything in my pow- THE LOST, FOUND. er to make atonement. | We retraced our steps, and in due time reached the house to which we had before started. The next morning, Augusta said she had had sufficient recreation; so we took the cars, and returned to New York. The horses were afterwards found; so I had nothing to al 194 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. pay for except the carriage, and was comparatively happy. — Comparatively, I may well say ; for he who seeks more than this will find himself in pursuit of the rainbow. Happiness is like the fire-fly, which cannot be seen except when on the wing. It is like an April snowflake, disappear- ing the moment it rests. It is like a ray of sunlight, beau- tiful within an open casket, but ready to perish the instant the cover is shut down. It is like a tender bird, full of life while free, but dying in the hand that would hold it fast. It is like a flame, which will perpetually burn only on condi- tion that new fuel shall be perpetually added. Did any one ever have two unbroken hours of unalloyed happiness, even while on a vacation? I had fifteen minutes of it when I pitched on the load of hay; but I would not pay what it cost, and take it again. SOS SB te Sa i eee a eet oe AOR eae aol OU kw eck oy fo oS CP ee aie REMC D ire ae mn finn BOE No . bien paw Sa Pah Se ip ee “ ay CAPT ER XVat THE FUNNY COLUMN. HE next Sunday I went to church with Augusta. 1 sh was but little edified, however, for the minister took occasion to pass some severe strictures on newspaper men. The queerest thing he said was, that the ‘funny column in almost every paper, not excepting the religious press, was most read, and most demoralizing of all.” As The Farmer's Guide had never had less than five columns of fun, I felt myself vituperated by this clerical onslaught. Nevertheless I was not too prejudiced in my own favor to investigate the -subject, and accordingly next morning I started out for the purpose of examining and cross-examin- ing a few notorious hard cases among sinners, that I might learn the sources of their degradation, poverty, and dirt. To find just the persons whose lives I had resolved to in- vestigate, necessitated my visiting a liquor saloon. Perhaps { ought to beg pardon of my friend, the enemy—namely, tho saloon keeper, but nevertheless what I say is true. His business is the magnet which draws together a motley crowd of not over-nice people. Arriving at the place in question, the first person to at- tract my attention was a young man in years, but old in appearance, whose unshapely person was somewhat distended with beer, and whose jaws seemed to have taken a contract (195) 196 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. to chew a large quantity of plug tobacco in a very limited time. " “Do you know,” said I, addressing him kindly, “that you. are swiftly shortening your life by the habits you are now indulging? You are endowed with reason, and to that I ap- peal in trying to persuade you to curb your appetite for these poisons. Think of it; that liquid in your glass, which you call pure brandy, is a compound consisting of nearly seventy per cent. water, thirty per cent. alcohol, and more or less of tannin, fusil oil, acetic ether, and oil of neroli. If there is any nourishment in that keg of beer on which you are sitting, you certainly cannot afford to buy it in that form, for you can get an equal amount at any bakery for ten cents. But — it is not the food part which you desire. Take the spirit out of the drink, and you would not touch the insipid stuff which remains. And what is this spirit—this wonderful aleohol— for which a million fortunes are spent every year? It may be manufactured from inorganic bodies. - The ingredients are olefiant gas—which is one of the components of ordinary coal gas—oil of vitriol, and water. Now Iam sure that you — and all men would abstain from this stuff if you realized fully what it is. In this respect chemical analysis may do more for you than the Women’s Praying and Working © Band. And as for tobacco —” ; “ Hold on, boss!” cried my uneasy listener, “ that’s lecture enough for one day ; and now I want to show you a little item in this morning’s paper, which is responsible for my being here at this minute, engaged as you find me.” I took the paper and read the item which he pointed out. in the “funny column,” as follows: ‘‘ Mr. John Owens, who lately died at Jackson aged 114, was in some respects a remarkable man. He blushingly admitted that he had used THE FUNNY COLUMN. 197 whiskey since he was ten years old, and chewed tobacco and smoked more or less for a hundred and three years.” I handed back the paper in disgust, and scored one point for the preacher. My next lesson was taken in New Jersey. Happening into the outskirts of Hoboken, I overheard the screaming of a young girl, indicating that she was in mortal terror. On rushing to her rescue, I found a half-dozen rude boys, who, having tied a rope around the poor creature’s waist, were trying to lower her into a deep well. Inguiring into the cause of this outrage, I was told by the larger boy—who might have been fourteen years old—that he was justified in his conduct, because he was engaged to the girl’s sister. “What difference does that make?” I asked. “Why,” said he, “I was readin’ in the paper t?other day that a good way to find out whether there is bad air in a well is to get a rope and let down one of your wife’s relatives.” I took out my pencil and scored another point for the preacher. When I was about ten rods away, the precocious boy whe was engaged to be married cried out: “Tsay, mister! mebby you allow I was a little too previous !” Shortly after this, | met a colored man, with whom I fell into conversation. Learning from his remarks that he had considerable property, I set about ascertaining the sources from which it came. It turned out that he secured start in business by engaging in dishonest transactions. When I reproved him for this, he laughed, and replied that it was his aim to be as much like a civilized white man as possible. 198 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ‘“‘ But you are taking exactly the wrong course,” I said. “Oh, no, I aint,’ he replied. ‘My ole ooman learned to read, an’ she’s done got a piece in her scrap-book now what tells the hull story in a nut-shell.” “And what is that story?” I asked. “Can you repeat Ue “Oh, yaas sar, word for word: ‘ A certain bank over-paid one hundred dollars on a check. The Georgia negro who received it at once returned the money. The local paper says this is another evidence that the race can never be civilized.’ ” I herewith scored another point for the: preacher. A western town had just been greatly excited because three young men had beon killed in trying to apply lynch law toa thief. ‘This, too, I resolved to investigate. My first discovery was that the community thereabout respected the power of the mob far more than it did the tedious processes of law and order. I sent for the local newspaper, and found the funny column filled with such gems as this: ‘**He found a rope, and picked it up, And with it walked away; It happened that to t’other end A horse was hitched, they say. They found a tree, and tied the rope Unto a swinging limb; It happened that the other end Was somehow hitched to him.” Again I scored a point for the preacher. £ My pursuit next led me to visit a man in the Tombs, eharged with murder. Among his effects, which I was per- mitted to examine, I found a newspaper containing this out rageous item, under “Wit and Humor,” and which the THE FUNNY COLUMN. 199 criminal, according to his own confession, had regarded as “mighty good reading.” PowERFUL ARGUMENTS.—PROMPT CHANGE OF MIND oF A TICKET AcEntT.—A few days ago a tall, rough-looking mountaineer entered the Union Railroad ticket office at Denver, and, through mistake, purchased a ticket for New York va the Kansas Pacific line, when he wanted to go over the Union Pacific. He did not discover this fact until after the ticket had been paid for, and on asking the agent to change it, the lat- ter refused to do so. *¢ You won’t change this ticket, then; won’t you?” ‘*No sir,” replied the agent; ‘‘you have your ticket and I have the money for it, and if you want a ticket over the other route, you will have to buy it.” Very quietly the stranger twisted his ticket into a small roll; very serenely he drew from under his right coat-tail a six-shooter about the dimensions of a mountain howitzer; coolly and deliberately he stuck the twisted ticket into the muzzle of that six-shooter, and sticking the ugly-looking thing through the little square window of the ticket office, and almost in the agent’s face, and speaking in the tone that left no doubt of his determination, said: ‘** Stranger, thar’s that ticket; take it yourself and change it, or ll blow it clean through you.” The ticket was changed immediately, and without any more words from the agent; and the mountaineer walked away, saying: ‘‘I jest thought I could induce him to change his mind a leetle.” I was now satisfied that the clergyman was partially right. Wholly right he certainly was not; for if humor were as completely banished from literature as he hoped and prayed it might be, all books and papers would be as dry as his own sermons, and as quickly relegated to the dust of ages. A certain degree of mirthfulness is as essential in the proper disposition of mental food as pebbles are in a chicken’s crop. As a hen swallows wholesome stones, and rejects poisonous minerals, so ought men to draw the line with ut- most care between wit good and wit evil. Says Wolcott: ‘*Oare to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; But every laugh so merry draws one out.” 200 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. The Bible, itself, is not too sanctimonious to recognize some of the witicisms of man. Take, for example, the illustration of the “ mote” and the | “beam.” It originated in Judea, when Israel was ruled by — judges. One day a suitor said to the judge, “ Would that you could pluck the mote (that is, small stick) from your > eye.’ To which the judge retorted, quickly as a flash: “Would that thou couldst pull the whole beam from your own eye.” I can imagine what a roar of laughter followed this sally, and how the marshal grew hot with excitement as he called “ Order! Order! or I will clear the court-room!” The divine master had read or heard this anecdote, and did not hesitate to apply it to the lesson he would impart. The good and evil of this world comes into such intimate relationship, even in our laughter, that there is no moral safety for any one except in constant distillation of right from wrong. Sate Imitate the sun; it does not cry out in agony, “* Water, _ water everywhere; but not a drop to drink!” But it pa- tiently shines on the great dark sea, drawing therefrom naught but fresh, pure, sweet water, leaving base minerals and salts to sink into the unfathomable depths. ¥ Wars Goer 4 he, gee Ry hi irate Aa Oe We. a haee RN” ite SOY hee er a? TER 0 elas ~ Pea . oe Ny * a 1 eer res eter t ee pet Pe eee Pe a eh iene spores ya Bae eat eee Noe y Ve U - : e sete oe Eee Scho ee Le he nore ge ESS ; vs ; : ; < 4 Pa * ee. - CHAPTER XVIII. OQUR FIRST AFFLICTION, Y “good streak” still continued, and in view of the fact that my dear wife had not had a very enjoyable vacation, | was anxious that she should go to a Sunday- school pic-nic, which was about to take place at Glen Island. I knew that it would require some finesse on my part. to get her to go, for | was determined that she should leave all the children at home in order that she might have a good -day’s rest. “ Augusta,” said I, “would it give you pleasure to be of assistance to me in my business ?” ~* Most assuredly, it would,” she replied. “Very well, then. I want to get a little report of to morrow’s Sunday-school pic-nie for The Farmer's Guide. Would you be kind enough to go up to Glen Island and spend the day receiving mental impressions, just to accom. modate me? You will enjoy the sail up the Hudson ever so much.” “ But what is to become of the children?” “Our nurse has always proved herself quite trustworthy, and will doubtless take cood care of them in your absence. Besides,” added I, as a clincher to the whole argument, “J shall be at home myself most of the day, and can give my personal attention to the little darlings.” (201) 202 oes MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Augusta hesitated for a moment, but finally, out of the richness of her heart, spoke like a true woman. “It will seem strange to be separated from the children, and I am sure I shall be thinking of them continually, and imagining all manner of evil befalling them ; but inasmuch as I can be of service to you, I gladly consent to go.” I shook hands with myself, so to speak, on the triumph of my tact. ee Next morning Augusta got off in good season after giving all manner of warning and instruction concerning the babies. UP THE RIVER. Then I stayed at the house awhile chatting with the old nurse about the respective merits of the children. She agreed with me fully (I was paying her ten dollars a week), that the twins were the best looking, the best behaved, and the best every way. She agreed further that Pete was the homeliest and most ill-tempered of the entire six. He was one of the two who had been brought to us in a basket. Thus, the old nurse and myself were getting along very harmoniously in our comparison of views, when the door- - OUR FIRST AFFLICTION. j 203 bell rang, and a messenger announced a telegram directed fo heres ae She was called to go immediately to Paterson, where her . only sister lay dangerously ill. She went. Pe, All the babies seemed to miss her at once, and I soon found myself with my hands TM Sree era é Faker : Lee SSS uerge e : =f eS % 7 ~ Pe. = Ny e¢ wast é: ca Ea Sane ee OS en's — 2 =: = a : ae be <=s Sas Ys : ess SS! eS anes SS — ) K S a os “ ———s[ —— Sea — iw f zm) DOMESTIC DUTIES. ; : full. Scream they would, at the top of their voices, in spite . of all the shaking I could give them. : At last I thought of the medicine for colic. I thought I 2 knew the very bottle in which it was kept. However, I would not risk it on the twins, but forthwith administered a good dose to Pete. He was always the darling I resorted to whenever I wanted to try an experiment. In this case the remedy seemed not to prevail. I discovered afterward, : that, in the place of soothing syrup, I had given him a * leap spoonful of hair-oil. ; 204 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Towards evening a well-dressed and gentlemanly appear- ing stranger called on me. I could not make him out. He - evidently wished to disguise the true object of his visit. He manifested a most lively interest in the children, asking scores of questions about them. But his chief attention centered on Pete. To him he spoke in subdued, affectionate “WAIT A MINUTE !” tones. Pete did not seem to be feeling very wefl. and I Pee e thought this might be the circumstance which elicited the stranger’s sympathy. “ Mr. Berkeley,” said he, as he took the child in his arin and kissed him, ‘‘ I want to impart the secret of my life to you, after which I shall ask a great favor which I fear you will not be willing to grant.” _ : See “Wait a minute,” said I, for I had just caught sight of a of i* ‘OUR FIRST AFFLICTION. 205 * neighbor’s cat which had stolen into the room. But I was too late. The cat gave a spring and seized my wife’s favor- ite canary, which I had let out of its cage an hour before for the purpose of amusing the children. One of the last things Augusta had said before leaving was: “ take good care of the birds!” 1 resolved to recover her canary if possible. The first thing I did was to hurl a bottle of medicine ——s < i ‘\ ; ONIN, an \\ i Hic aoe oes ; PENNS Pe \ 0 ; \ es Rl at the thief, but | \ ili NE » WES eA H {17 j Po © AN ae tn x Atty FF 7 she, thinking she Wy ‘ {Yay} NS r . NW did’nt need it, ANY LM stepped one side at pone St NASSAR: AN M\\\ S \ WANA and let it go as through the lower _ We LEE Ped a oe Fa ‘4: ez rte part of a mirror. A UZVA This provoked ia cy re r Z VE LZ Zk me b=) me, and as the cat was now on her way down stairs, i I seized a half- dozen china plates—and pur- sued her. She flew through a window, and as I A GOOD SHOT. 3 had to stop to open the outer door, I fell somewhat behind. I succeeded in reaching the piazza, however, just as the beast dashed down the steps, and after her I hurled the plates. The two | = 18 296 MY WIFE'S FCOL OF A HUSBAND. a first missed the mark, but the third took her squarely near the flanks and got a magnificent purchase. Never did I see a more beautiful sight than the way in which the cat was thrown. It was worth more thana circus. Her double somersault would have been the envy of Barnum’s cham- pion acrobat. My wrath all turned into joy as I saw her stagger to her feet, and lean against the fence for support. But I experienced a new sensation when a very tall, thin man, dressed in citizen’s clothes, laid his hand on my shoulder, and said: ‘ Come, sir, | want you to go with me.” cy i uy 2 ” Where are you going? l asked, a little savagely. To a place in Mercer % y Street.” eae D Jas “ What place ?” y fy “The police-station of the 7 precinct.” | A ey ha “‘ Let me alone,” I vocifer- .. i i i) AN Nee f : SRE MS RSG HRI /A. ated. ‘ You are nothing but | ia | is mnt | i iA a meddling citizen.” al || SO “You are mistaken,” said ~~, a i he coolly. “I am connected — SSS with the Humane Society, ih Sik Ghee and have authority to arrest | you for “ cruelty to animals.” “ That settles it,” said I. é cs Perhaps he would have been lenient toward me if I had gently explained to him the exact situation in which I was placed with reference to my home affairs, but, unfortu- | nately, I was too angry to even inquire after his health. I did tell the captain of police when I reached the sta OUR FIRST AFFLICTION. 207 tion that my wife had gone to the pic-nic, my nurse to New Jersey, and that there was no one left at home to take care of my sixdarling babies, except a man whom I didn’t know; but the captain never shed a tear. He was accus- tomed to pitiful tales. He informed me that I must occupy a prisoner’s cell until the next morning, and that then I would be sent to court for trial. My wife returned from the pic-nic at an early hour, and probably reached the house about the time I was incarcer- ated. What a sight met her gaze! Fragments of the broken mirror were scattered about the room. A medicine bottle was smashed. Six china plates were missing. The best bird was gone, the nurse was gone, I was gone, and little Pete was gone—with the stranger. The next day when I was permitted to go home, Augusta and I had our saddest meeting. For some seconds neither of us could speak. But even in her pitiful look I could detect no shadow of that reproof which I felt 1 deserved. Explanations were made, and then with one accord, we both cried out from our afflicted hearts, “ Poor Pete! Poor Pete!” : For the first time I was made to realize how even that child had woven its precious life around my affections. I. no longer regarded him as ill-tempered, but nervous, timid, and weakly. More than any one of the others he should have been uniformly treated with kindness and patience. How sorely I regretted every hasty word I had ever spoken to, or of him. I would have given anything in the world to have been able to recall the past, or to efface from memory that nauseous dose of hair-oil which I had put into his - mouth. i | 208 _ MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. How little did either Augusta or I care for the loss of birds, mirrors, or china plates, compared with that of this ene child. ‘We never know the true value of any human soul until we stop to think,—and sometimes it requires the wrath of high heaven to set us thinking. I employed detectives to try to find Pete. Instead of giving a report of the Sunday-school pic-nic in the next issue of Zhe Harmer’s Guide, I used all my spare space in condemning that system of government which allows a respectable citizen to be arrested for some insignifi- cant offence; and to be thrown into prison with hardened eriminals, without having any opportunity to secure bail until court sits, which may not be until the next day. BEHIND THE BARS. As to the children, we kept up the original number, for it was not long before another little darling came to board with us. He did not come in a basket, either. 1 ee). ey Bla eee ee ere SS Ae Gg ee ee a we” ere ae pe ar eee kee a Shain ari, paths , = *, : et SE) sa - 4 b , ‘ apes os Cree bre Rox. ‘A FIGHT WITH A GHOST. N the interest of the Guide I visited the great Perkins farm on Long Island. I was scarcely out of Brooklyn on my way to it when I met a well-dressed gentleman run- ‘ning at great speed. “¢ What is the trouble?” I inquired. “Oh,” said he, “there is a woman back here who was trying to get over a fence; she has fallen and her foot is caught so that she cannot get away, and she is in great suf- fering, and I am hunting for somebody that knows her to go to her assistance.” “¢ Why did you not help her out of the trouble yourself ?” “So I would,” said he, “ but I have never been introduced to her.” “An escaped lunatic!” I said to myself, yet on more deliberate reflection, I was not so certain of it; for I remem- bered that during the period that I was suffering witha malignant form of apparently incurable impecuniosity, there were people who were rather particular not to come too close to me unless they had been socially vaccinated. In those days Augusta and I went to a certain church three months without having any attention paid to us, and afterward when the question came up at the Ladies’ Social Circle whether any of its members knew who we were, every (209) 910 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. lady acknowledged that she did, but gave it as a reason for never having spoken to us that she had never been introduced. At the Perkins’ farm I went into ecstacy over every thing in general as the proprietor grew enthusiastic in its descrip- tion. This is a fault of my impulsive nature. Momentarily, at least, 1 am carried completely away on the wings of every stirring occasion. When I go to a revival meeting there is nothing I so ardently want as religion. J think I would give the world for it. Next day, if I read an account of some shrewd burglar who has entered a bank, cracked open the best safe ever made, and coolly walked off with half a million in cash, I find myself envying him to the extent of repining that my own early education was somewhat neglected. . When Mr. Perkins went into raptures over the fine quali- ties of his Berkshires and Chester Whites, there was nothing on earth seemed so desirable to me as a drove of pigs. I wanted to buy all he had and astonish Augusta. He told me he had a number,—he could not tell how many—that had got away, gone into the woods and had become wild, and that he would allow any man to catch them at the halves. That struck me as an easy way of coming into possession of valuable game. What were the wild-boar hunts in which our Saxon ancestry engaged compared with this ? Why go to the Adirondacks to shoot some poor stag that, having been driven into the water and surrounded by boats, is held by the tail by some well-paid native until the gun can be dis- charged, when right here was a brilliant opportunity for a_ huntsman to distinguish himself. I was determined to try it. Next morning I went early to the woods to begin my day’s mm A FIGHT WITH A GHOST. 211 work. A yard had been fenced off in the middle of the forest, and in one corner of the yard was a little house for : the pigs to occupy in case they should weary of all cut-doors and seek more comfortable quarters. My plan was to drive the swine into this inclosure, where, according to the contract, half of them would be mine. ee cc A PIG RACKET. In about an hour I caught sight of one and gave him -shase. I believe we both got more of it than we anticipated. He went through a blackberry patch at least twenty times, for he seemed to know that I had on my best suit of clothes. I caught him at last, for [ am a good runner, notwith- standing the size of my feet. Then I was lost. Which way 4 a —_— SN re Oe Ae ots. a See Bee? Ue ee ee a ae et oe ee ee res i . ¥ t ae AP ri S =: = ad i ae Ht Sate WY >. as x > x soft / ee 3 f “ 7, 2 ee eh py 212 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. to steer him I did’nt know. I held to his two hind legs while he exercised his fore legs as best he could. It was a go-as-you-please race on his part, and luckily for me he chose to go to the inclosure. When I had put him in and stopped ~ up the entrance, I patted myself on the back, so to speak, and went in search of another; and again met with success. Hight times before night I put a pig into the yard and had the satisfaction of seeing him run into the sty. It was the hardest day’s work I ever did. Four fine porkers to take home to Augusta! How fondly I anticipated the kisses and praises she would shower upon me when she received the present. You should have seen Mr. Perkins open his eyes when I told him that I had captured eight swine. He was astonished. So was I the next day when I learned the truth of the matter. I had caught the same pig over and over again, for after each capture he had made his escape - through the sty. And anyhow he was only an ancient, good-for-nothing brute that Perkins had put into the woods to act as a decoy so that the others might be led into the piggery. : While everybody was laughing at me, I moralized by con- sidering how I had been engaged all my life in trying to encompass a few common-sense ideas. The trouble is that as soon as I get one into my brain it makes its escape through some neglected passage-way. In other words, my moral side has a broken down door. te “ Hold good that which is good,” may be an old-fashioned command, but after all it contains the gist of all wisdom. The trouble with the modern mode of teaching is that it contemplates nothing but crowding in and has no concern over what may be crowded out. In its hot haste for acquisi- A FIGHT WITH A GHOST. . 213 tion it neglects retention. It urges the accumulation of a large store even when the store-house is badly dilapidated. It is constantly putting new wine into old bottles. The marking and grading which our schools are using is productive of mental mischief. Pupils learn their lessons for temporary results only—the magic ten or one hundred, as the case may be. What is thus obtained neither endures nor promotes endurance. One may commit to memory a dozen pages for a particular occasion, or he may perform the same task for the purpose of increasing his permanent fund of knowledge. In the first instance the lesson will be likely to fade out as soon as the occasion for learning it has passed ; while in the other, it will always remain. The motive which prompts one to learn is of as much importance as the learn- ing itself. It decides not the quantity of learning, but its texture. Intellectual surfeit is so much worse than intellectual hunger that I am no longer surprised when I see how many of our young men the schools and colleges are ruining. A: man will read three newspapers, spending two or three hours in the perusal, and when asked what the news is, will answer, “ Nothing.” A boy spends four years in college, only to give a similar answer when, in after life, the world demands of him what great thing he has learned. To return to my narrative. I remained another night at the Perkins farm, and became the victim of a terrible fright. My sleep was broken at the best, for my experience in the woods had set every bone and muscle of my body to aching, lt must have been after midnight when I was aroused by a strange sound in my room. I sprang up in bed and looked toward the door, when my eyes met an object that caused my heart to stop beating. I recollected that Perkins 214 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. had told me just before I retired, that some persons were afraid of his house because it had the reputation of being haunted. I had thought then that my mind was too well poised to be frightened at such a relic of ancient and bar- barous superstition. Now here I was, trembling like an aspen leaf, in the presence of what I really believed was a veritable ghost. The room was dark as a pocket, save the presence of my uncanny visitor, who glowed with a dim, plutonic lght which served to reveal every feature of his barbarous coun- tenance. He was a full-grown Indian, and grasped a toma- hawk in his right hand. 7 Hither the apparition moved to and fro—now approaching my bedside and then retreating toward the door—or my nerves were so agitated that the optic mechanism was suffi- ciently wrought upon to make this result seem real. What is that which we call seeing except more or less, longer or shorter, vibrations communicated through the cornea, through the retina, through the optic nerve, through the brain, to the mind? Generally, external objects set these vibrations going, but if, under peculiar circumstances, they ean be set going from internal’ causes, the same mental sensations which accompany thé seeing of tangible objects will be produced. This is philosophy ; but when a man is thoroughly frightened, his philosophy is the first to run. It . is the biggest coward in the known universe. After a long period of agonizing silence and suspension, I spoke to the ghost, but he did not respond. Anyway, he could not have understood a word I said, for my voice had the shakes beyond control. Gaining a little more courage, I felt for my revolver, and when I had it well in hand I succeeded in saying : A FIGHT WITH A GHOST. 915 “Tf you are human, say so, for I am going to shoot.” Silence reigned supreme. I shot. The ghost did not wince. BIG INJUN. Again I dischargad my piece, and yet again, and again. _ The ghost still stood his ground. What gave me new surprise and further alarm was thas 216 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. the report of my weapon brought no response from the household of men, women, and boys. A vague suspicion crept over me that my superhuman visitor had already slain everybody on the haunted premises except myself. “ Perkins!’ I cried, just to see what effect it would have, and when it had no effect whatever, I called louder and louder; but no answer came. ; I was not happy. The few moments seemed a week that I was in the horrible situation, when I boldly determined to die rather than to endure it another minute. Silently I attended to my devotions, and then jumped out of bed and walked straight to the apparition. Instead of vanishing, he loomed up more clearly than before. Evidently he was not intangible, for when I touched him he presented all the resistance of a solid body. And go he was, for, as I ascer- tained from Mr. Perkins and the boys, who finally rushed into the room, nearly dead with suppressed laughter, I had been frightened nearly out of my wits by one of those wooden Indians which are set in front of tobacco stores, and which Perkins had covered with phosphorescent paint, intend- ing to set the figure in his watermelon patch to scare away night-prowling boys, but which for the time had been left stand- ing in the corner of the room assigned to me for that night. I was so strongly impressed with the practical utility of this ingenious contrivance that I resolved to purchase it te set in my basement hall, which, on two occasions, had beer entered by sneak thieves. es Mr. Perkins felt that my stay with him had not been quite as pleasant as he could have wished, so his heart was melted. and he made me a present of the Indian ghost. T could hardly wait to get home to show it to Augusta. : When I did get home it was late at night, and my wife A FIGHT WITH A GHOST. mah ff had retired and was soundly asleep. Not wishing to disturb her sweet slumber, I had the cadaverous Indian placed quietly in her room, so that she could admire it the first thing in the morning; and then resorted, with a peaceful conscience, to my own bed-chamber. There was no good reason for Augusta’s waking up until daylight, but, most inauspiciously, she opened her cyes an hour or two before dawn. She is not superstitious! Oh, no! I have heard her say so a hundred times. Whois? Who is not? | If any one supposes there is going to be anything to laugh at in the conclusion of this account, he will labor under an enormous mistake. Augusta very nearly lost her reason, if not her life. All the children went wild with grief. We had four doctors at the house for several. days, and it was two weeks before the best woman in the world could be pronounced out of danger. I am wondering yet whether my darling feels the same affection for me that she once’ did. | Fear is the great enemy of human peace. Often when men have suceeeded in keeping alive in spite of foul air, poisonous food, scorching heat, or freezing cold, some mis- erable fear has carried them off. It will render the blood as acrid as a dose of calomel. In view of these facts, it may not be too much to say that the only instance in which fear may be properly encouraged is in teaching theology or piety. It is perhaps justifiable for men and women to become uncontrollably excited over the tweedle-dee and _tweedle-dum of religion, while the great questions of hygiene, on which depend life and death, are scarcely 3 thought of for an instant. But I can never forgive myself for frightening Augusta. °CHAPIER 20%: A FAMILY JAR. UGUSTA used to irritate me by opposing some of my pet schemes. She seemed to forget that a man isa man, While a woman is nothing but @ woman. One day we almost quarreled, and this was the way of it. A farmer brought us a large jar of sweet cream in pay- ment for his paper for one year. Augusta said it must be churned. I volunteered to borrow the churn if she would do the rest. She made some trivial excuse about two or three of the babies being sick, and insisted upon my doing the heavy work. I was fortunate enough to find a churn at a second-hand store, which I hired for a dollar, 4nd then engaged an express team to deliver it. At first I thought it would be rather entertaining to watch the butter come, but when I had churned a minute or two, and it didn’t come, I called Augusta, and told her there was something wrong with it. She made no very complimentary remark, and soon left me to myself. Then I set my wits to work, hoping I might devise some easy way of performing the task. I sat down on a pile of potatoes, where I remained nearly an hour, when sud- denly a brilliant idea came to me, flashing through my brain like a meteor across the sky. Perhaps it was something of which I had some time read in a penny newspaper, but no matter, it was as good as original in the hour of need, (218) A FAMILY JAR. “919 and had required for its. production or reproduction, as_ the case may be, the en- tire force of my intellect. Away I went to Fulton Market, where I bought, for ten cents apiece, a half dozen of the biggest frogs I could find. I thought that if I put the frogs into the cream they would do nothing but kick, in their efforts to geé out, and that this would bring the butter without fail. Reaching home, I hur- ried into the cellar and untied the bag that con- tained my game. Unfor- tunately for the success of my plan, five of the frogs made their escape, and I discovered that they were remarkably lively as they scattered in five different direc- tions. Thrusting the re- maining one into the churn, I started in hot pursuit of the others. My success was not phe- at EE pt adin -nomenal. In an evil moment I called Augusta to come » se EOVAL MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. and help me catch them. Just as she was coming down stairs, one of the big, ereen-legeed reptiles made a bound to go up. ‘To hear that woman scream and to see her turn and run, you would have thought she had met either a band of wild Indians — or a mouse. : From the top stairs of the upper story I soon heard her trembling voice, and knew that she was secs into the nature of the enemy. In order to show my own bravery in comparison with her timidity, I resolved to catch as many of the creatures as I could, and hold them in my hands before her eyes. After some mo- ments I succeeded < Wa i Uy df, in catching one, and i Hl Ve ue See ' that I took from the AN ts, CB Uy; i . : Mf Yj \/ churn. With its heavy WITH CREAM GRAVY. overcoat of cream, no person would have mistrusted it was a frog, but I thought. the exhibition would be all the more interesting on that — account. Augusta thought, as I approached her, that I had a hand- ful of butter, for she ordered me to put it on a plate, when the thing gave a spring, and in its blindness would have landed plump in Augusta’s face had she not dodged. This unfortunate movement on her part allowed the frog te sprawl itself across the mouth of one of the twins; thereby creating a disturbance which frightened all the rest of the A FAMILY JAR. LA | children, who at once set up a deafening uproar; while the cause of the alarm kept on in his mad career, marking his course by a zigzag streak of cream over the floor. Augusta was the first to cool down, although it was a long time before she became entirely possessed of her better feelings, so that she could express that high appreciation of which I was deserving. Meanwhile she declared impulsively that she would never eat any of the butter which that frog had been in. I reasoned with her, but it was useless. In vain I pleaded that the butter had not come, and that therefore the . frog could not have touched it. “ Besides,” said I, “it is foolish to object to the use of frog’s legs as a churn, when you know very well that if they had been first fried and then served with cream gravy you would have received them with open countenance.” But my argument was lost, for, as Dr. Hammond so learnedly shows, women are not logical. However, when my dear wife had quieted the last child, and cleaned up, as best she could, the last oily spot on the - carpet —the frog having been properly disposed of by me— she became so far self-poised as to promise that if I would not put any more horrid creatures into the cream, she would allow the butter to be kept in the house — for cooking. But the butter existed as yet only in potentiality. Again I pondered. In two hours a happy thought came. I was overjoyed.- Nothing like it had ever entered my mind before. I doubted not that I could patent the ee and make it pay me considerable income. The new plan was easily arranged, although it necessitated my borrowing another churn, on the same terms under which I had obtained the first. 14 oy) MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Next I hired a man to procure a long-legged saw-horse and a large, new board. Having had these purchases deliy- ered in the alley adjacent to my house, I had only to set the wooden horse on its legs, balance the board on top, and the thing was done. _ In less than ten minutes, sixty-fiv: boys were gathered there, having a jolly time with what they called a “ teeter.” Under each end of the board I now placed a churn, at-_ BERKELEY'S CREAMERY. tached the handle of it.to the see-saw, and then retired to my sitting-room as happy as a lord. In due time the butter came. ee Barring the slight accident which caused one of the churns to be upset and broken, for which I had to pay damages amounting to two dollars and fifty cents, every thing resulted as I had anticipated. a = But will you believe it? Augusta gave me no credit for A FAMILY JAR. 233 ” being smart. She even went so far as to intimate that I was a fool for getting a second churn, when by a little dif- ferent arrangement one could have been made to operate as well as two. But I silenced that kind of instinct very quickly by making her acknowledge, after a long controversy, that in the event of my having had but one churn, when that was upset I should have lost the entire stock of butter instead of half of it. My long-headedness having provided for acci- ei. dents, I was now the proud possessor of one pound and a half of good cook- ing-butter, which had cost me in actual outlay — but that is neither here nor there. As I said to Augusta, when she had ardu- ously figured up the A DISCIPLE OF TANNER. 3 grand total on a large piece of paper, “‘ Cheap enough, considering all the fun I have had.” My helpmeet, however, refused to be pacified. Another thing that cast a shadow athwart her conjugal felicity was that I had insisted on taking a Sunday boarder. She had protested vigorously at the time, evolving the conclu- sion from her instinct that it would be an unprofitable venture. Nevertheless, I had carefully reasoned upon the subject, and I had agreed by written contract, and in consideration of advance payment, to furnish Sunday meals to the gentle- man for one year. 4 094 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. At the time of the butter episode, we had had him three weeks, at a clear loss of four dollars. We did not then know, what we afterwards ascertained, that he was an enthusiastic disciple of the celebrated_ Dr. Tanner, and had acquired the art of fasting six days, in order to be able to fill himself to repletion on the seventh, which arrangement was a profitable one for him. Unegraciously, if not inconsiderately, as it seemed to me, Augusta repeatedly hinted that [ was not a good financier. “T hope,” she said,.“‘that, hereafter, you will collect =~ your bills in a business-like way, instead of waiting for — : 4 your debtors.to bring in country produce.” “Oh, yes,” I replied; “you would be very glad to have me away from home the most of the time.” “ Write dunning letters,” she suggested. “ Now you have said it! I see you understand business. Do you suppose I have not tried sending bills? There is Kill, for example; a little town on the Hudson River. - The Farmer's Guide has a hundred subseribers there, and although I have written to them again and again, they manifest no disposition to liquidate their indebtedness.” “But is it not barely possible,” inquired my spouse, in her blandest tones, “that: masmuch as your handwriting has innumerable special peculiarities which render it illegi- ble except to experts —”’ I waited not for another word. This insinuation in, reference to my chirography was the straw which broke the camel’s back. She had already almost scolded about the butter and the boarder, and I made up my mind then and there that it was my matrimonial duty to make her sorry for her thoughtless words. a. en cae > A FAMILY JAR. 225 Without deigning any reply, I calmly supported my dignity while I got myself up in the best possible manner, not even neglecting to put on my high-standing collar and white necktie. It was not long before Augusta’s curiosity bubbled over. “ Where in the world are you going?” she asked. “Going to Kill on the next train,” I replied, sullenly. “Why do you wear your best clothes ?” she inquired, ‘some what sadly. “« Because, first they are my own to do what I please with; second, I please to wear them; third, I may fall in with some ladies who can find something in me worthy of admiration, in which event I shall remain awhile and visit.” “Surely, you are dressed to kill!” said Augusta, as I finished my toilet by vigor- ously shaking a bottle of SUPPORTING HIS DIGNITY. paregoric over my white pocket-handkerchief, under the impression that I was using my wife’s limited supply of German cologne. « But, really, she added, “ you do look nice; and now that you have such a solemn face, you might pass very well for a “clergyman.” Doubtless this remark was designed to promote cheerful- ness, but, if so, it completely failed of its aim. As I look back upon the scene, I am heartily ashamed of myself that 226 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. I could present such a wall of adamant to the blessed sun- light of that woman’s noble heart. | Yet she, too, was sad—how painfully so, only woman knows—but she would fasten in her tears with a smile until left alone, and then—but enough of this. “Do you realize,” said she, in her pleasantest manner, “that it is Saturday afternoon, and that if you go to-day it will necessitate your being away from us over Sunday ?” I had not thought of the day, but nevertheless, since I had set my head on being nothing if not contrary, I per- sisted in letting my fit have its run. — “Yes,” I replied; “I am supposed to know what day I have arrived at without being specially instructed. Your woman’s wonderful intuition has correctly informed you that to-morrow will be Sunday. So much the better. I ean have one Sabbath day of quiet comfort.” Augusta was hurt. Had I struck her a severe blow with my hand, | do not think I could have been more cruel. Still, I was not particularly angry. I scarcely know what I was. I have always been a mystery to myself. Were it — not for seeming to speak disrespectfully of my sainted parents, I should openly confess that I was born with a streak of depravity in me, as wide as a ten-pound baby. But being under Scriptural obligation to honor my father and mother, that my, days and nights may be long, I sup- pose it is my duty to say that naturally I am a person of remarkable excellence of chgracter. However, my fine quality did not prevent my leaving Augusta without kissing her good-bye, by which unpardonable conduct I made myself more miserable than ever, while she, who had once trust-— ingly joined her heart to mine, for better, for worse, was left to spend weary hours in unspeakable sadness, severely A FAMILY JAR. 227 reproaching, not me, but herself, with every lack in our domestic felicity. The devotion of woman is some- thing marvelous. It is said that Venus would lay waste the world to save the life of him she loved. But what of him? He ought to be ashamed of himself for not being a better man. It is woman’s fidelity which has saved the Church. Yet it has ‘not always been kind to her in return. The mean- est discourtesy she has ever received has come from theologians. Thus a certain bishop, speaking of the evils of the world “for which she alone is responsible,” in- ON A COLLECTING TOUR. dulges in this poor wit: “Many a man has had his head broken by his own rib!” Avaunt! XS ae et ae ; > EEL ure CH AURORE le A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. ~ RRIVING at Kill late at night, I was about to inquire aN the way to a hotel, when a gentlemanly colored per-— son doffed his hat to me and politely asked if I was Mr. Berkeley from New York. “‘ Yes, sir,’ I answered. “ So I thought,” said he, “I’se had consider’ble sperence at dis business, an’ I nebber failed to fotch de right pusson.” “Who are you, and what do you want ?”’ I inquired, as he took possession of my grip-sack and led the way to a carriage. | “Tse Mr. Roberts’s man. He sent me fur you. Right dis way, please!” So saying, he opened the carriage door, and in a sort of maze I entered, sank into the luxurious cushions, and was driven off. | In the course of a few. minutes the spirited horses were brought to stand in front of a most imposing mansion. Assisted to alight and escorted to the house by another negro, | was met at the door by the lordly proprietor, who with much flourish introduced me to Mrs. Roberts, and also to their daughter, a charming Miss of some twenty summers ; who, to my great surprise, received me with a display of enthusiastic cordiality which outdid everything else. 0( 228) 229 A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. During the conversation which followed, and to which I contributed as liberally as I could without disclosing my identity, I succeeded in learning that 1 had been mistaken for a bachelor clergyman, who for several months had been 7 conducting an affectionate correspondence with Miss Roberts ake : ! ih a ed ai oy fens [fra teke = Pe ran fe fA mS ie : a3 : Fed eet, . ee 2 oder bide : Pe AR oH Hie ce a es filte 5 ; Lyre 4; Fey hy 7 oy ene eet \ z Rb . a = Sz eee es Say. uy = its ya eZ Aled or pie Sea 12 FP oe E —-# ee Ce eS ee <== =o SS eee D ———-< oa =e if Z eae : ttm PE Sep Teta oe Ap Use ase tease ces Rebs id, é Hig Lem ie $= ES me es —— ae ~~ —_—— 4 Ets - Ea Set cs Soe, 4 y;* pea, sary A WARM RECEPTION, And that t ds, ien his had been brought about by mutual fr without the lovers themselves ever having met. Why I did not reveal myself at once, as in honor bound, True, I was well pleased with my I cannot understand. Furthermore, I felt _ that I was so far into the scrape that it would be difficult to quarters, preferring them to the hotel. — 230 _ MY WIPE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. back out with grace and dignity. I had already told at least a half dozen fictions in trying to answer Mr. Roberts’ numerous questions regarding the size of my congregation, the number of funerals and weddings I had been called to attend, and the general condition of my spiritual and finan- cial prospects. I stumbled along tolerably well, however, until finally Mr. and Mrs. Roberts excused themselves and retired to their aie “A Wi, A DILEMMA, sleeping-room, leaving me alone with the only remaining ~ member of the family. - Here was a dilemma. She was bashful, and so was LX For some moments—it seemed hours—neither of us spoke. She was the first to muster courage. Striking an appro- priate attitude, she opened her pretty lips and remarked: _ “ We are having fine weather now.” In a few brief sentences I succeeded in conveying the ow - Pr? Recess a A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. 231 intelligence to her that in my humble opinion she had told the truth. Another painful pause followed, in which vivid visions of Augusta were constantly before my eyes. This time I was first to speak. “Tam afraid,” said I, “that | am keeping you up.” es Oh, dear no,” she answered, coming a little closer to me. T leaned the other way. “ Are you disappointed in me?” she inquired, most pathetically. | “¢ Not in the least.” “Do I look like my photograph ?” “ Yes, you are a perfect picture of it.” “ Why would you never send me your photograph, so I eould see what a fine-looking” I interrupted her. For Augusta’s sake. I could not allow her to finish the sentence. ‘Let us drop this subject,” said I, ‘until we become better acquainted.” “Do you think I am too forward?” she asked, her voice apparently half choked with tears.” “No, not that exactly, but I—I,—I am confoundedly backward, you see.”’ “Why, how strangely you talk, for a minister !” “ Yes, I am different from most ministers,’ and then, in erder to let her feelings down as easily as possible, I added : “To tell the truth, Miss Roberts, 1 am known in my own eity as an unmitigated idiot, an unsophisticated imbecile, a beetleheaded booby, a confirmed doodle, a lackbrain innocent, a preposterous simpleton, an egregious fool, an incurable ”— “Oh, I know,” she interposed, “ that all good ministers are talked against by the wicked world, and that the wiser Don MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. they are in things spiritual, the more foolish they appear in - the eyes of the unregenerate.” “You would not be silly enough to marry such a man, would you?” “Qh, really,’ she answered, stammering and blushing, “ your question is so sudden that I must take time to reflect and to consult my papa and mama.” I saw that I was getting deeper and deeper into the treach- erous quicksand from which I was struggling to extricate myself. “Let us have an understanding immediately!” said I, determining to tell her the whole truth. “What impetuous creatures you men are!” she responded gently. “Of course I might answer at once for myself, but papa is rather peculiar, and will expect to be consulted. Won’t you please wait until to-morrow, so that we can all hear you preach first ? ” I gave vent to a sickly laugh. “ By the way,” she continued, “it is quite late now, and in order to do your best to-morrow you will require a good night’s sleep.. Shall I summons our man Andrew, and have him show you to your room?” “Nothing would suit me better,” I replied. Andregy came accordingly, and .when I had said good night in an absent sort of manner to my fair hostess, I was conducted to a suite of rooms which, so the servant said, had been newly-furnished for my special accommodation. Had I always lived in luxury, these apartments would still have elicited my astonishment and admiration, for nothing was wanting in their beauty and finish which the most fas- — tidious taste could suggest. | 5 A most costly Bible and prayer-book had been placed near Ae the bed, on a table which was cut from a single stone,—that x" A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. _ 233 & - might have been brought from Jerusalem. A richly-embroid- dered cushion, placed on the floor near the table, suggested comfort and ease while attending to one’s duties, so I immediately sat down on it to pull my boots off. 1 found that, having walked more than usual that day, my feet had swollen considerably, which seriously interfered with the leathers coming off. I succeeded, however, in removing L x DY Ee Nets Abbe ab Th He aR, Magi EZ 4 Diy een! A af iy 4 , J 4 g Dp Gigs: LA KS Wy Be BEN ZS ey % é oe 6 iNONT ir AE SSS SMAB Ss Ys Fae Ig LEG LII GS cores ? Lh Po 29h t > S A a cet ate Be aN % Sea ar me mea Fd Y' ita aaa . Ae CS SS Ax : LUXURIOUS QUARTERS. one of them, but the other withstood my most desperate efforts ; I finally had to give up the job, and like “ my son John” of olden time, I bounded into bed, neither shod nor barefoot, hoping to lose myself in sleep without any unnec- “essary delay. In this expectation I was doomed to disap- pointment. Something—or rather a good deal—was missing. -I needed the charm of crying babies, and I am sure my slumber would have been sweet and sound, if Augusta could 234 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND: have been traveling about the room, bringing water, distribut — ing medicine, replenishing the fire, looking after the windows, rearranging sheets and pillows, and fixing things generally. Custom will not tolerate violent wrenching without a pro- test. Nor was my conscience quite easy. I had that day spoken harshly to the best woman in the world. I had given her no parting kiss. I had caused her to believe she — was the torment of my life; and had left her in an exceed- ingly unhappy state. Moreover, I had allowed an innocent young lady to bestow affection upon me. I knew she would take it all back the next day, but still I could not hold myself entirely guiltless. At that very moment I was occupying a bed designed for another man. Then I imagined everything imaginable. “ Suppose,”’. I soliloquized, “ that the real Reverend Mr. Berkeley comes here before I can get away!” I grew nervous. I got out of bed and gathered together my valua- bles. Then I put the entire > collection—two dollars and ninety cents in money, a jack-knife, a lead-pencil, and a second-hand pistol—under my pillow. Still I could not sleep. I grew feverish. Having observed before retiring that a bath-room had been placed at my disposal, I resolved to plunge all over into cold water. In this I succeeded very well, except for the unaccountable blunder of putting the wrong foot fore- most, thus giving my obstinate boot a thorough a which I did not intend to do. Again I courted Morpheus, but with as little success as Miss Roberts had experienced in courting me. However, after a wretched hour or two of vigorous tossing, I lost consciousness. ie ex ee eee A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. 235 Suddenly my ears were pierced, and the still air rent, by the harsh sound of female screeching. It evidently pro- ceeded from a room under my own. I could distinguish the ery of “Papa! papa! come quick! quick! hurry!” I felt sure that the house had been broken into by burglars, and that the heiress of the estate was in great peril. Although I had never been personally troubled with . house-breakers, I felt confident that I knew just how te A MIDNIGHT SHOWER. proceed, as I had once written an editorial on the subject, as follows: “The right way is to shoot off a pistol at random. Then the burglars will run for dear life. This saves killing them. It is a mistake to shoot them dead before they have had a fair trial by their peers. We should exercise charity —as there may be extenuating circumstances; perhaps they are Insane.” 236 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. I discharged my firearm. The next instant I heard some — one open a window, and yell: ‘“ Police! Murder! Police!” I now tried to dress myself, but was so excited that I could make no headway ; and when some one came to my door, I threatened to blow him into eternity if he did not vacate the premises forthwith. After some minutes I discovered that the intruder was none other than Mr. Roberts himself, who was in search of the origin of the pistol report. I explained, but he did not appear to be well pleased with my account. He then hunted up his daughter, and learned that she had given the alarm in the first instance because of a great flood of water which had descended into her sleeping apart- ment, bringing with it the heavy, frescoed ceiling, from the fall of which she had sustained considerable injury. This was the whole trouble. In taking my bath, I had left*the water turned on, and there was no overflow pipe. A flood was the result, while my shot had completed the scare, Which brought out the cry of “murder” from my worthy host.. The case would have been less deplorable had not the bullet, which I had sent flying into the dark- ness, struck off the nose of Venus de Medici, and split open the head of Falconnet’s Peter the Great. Next morning Mr. and Mrs. Roberts received me with surprising cordiality, considering what the night had brought forth. Evidently they were determined that no untoward circumstances should be allowed to interfere with the bril- liant prospect of securing such a prepossessing son-in-law. We sat down to breakfast, but although everything seemed to be in readiness for beginning to eat, there occurred an embarrassing delay. The host looked at me ~ pleadingly, but I utterly failed to take the hint. A GASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. 239 “We are accustomed to the usual ceremony,” he finally said; but I was as much in the dark as ever, and remained mum, wondering why we could not initiate proceedings on the chop*before the gravy had all turned to tallow. “Oh, I beg pardon!” exclaimed the head of the family, just as the situation had become unbearable; “I should have explained to our reverend friend, that our daughter will not join us in the morning meal, on account of her face being considerably disfigured by the falling plaster. Please, sir, give thanks.” I felt embarrassed. True, I was not wholly ungrateful for the calamity that had befallen Miss Roberts, but I did not care to express my feelings in the presence of her parents. Suddenly the full realization of what was expected of me flashed across my mind with overwhelming force. But what could I do? I despise hypocrisy. As for profanely tampering with sacred things, the very idea is abhorrent to me. lam exceedingly fond of folly. It is my meat, drink, and native air. Without it, life would be oppressively stupid. Yet for the sake of my respect for the sanctities, I can sacrifice some of my choicest foolishness. For me to have said grace at that breakfast-table would have been to publish an act of insincerity in the face of heaven. Besides, I did not know how to start; and, if once started, I never could have stopped. So I flatly refused to ask the blessing. Mr. Roberts looked horrified. He said grace himself, but with no good feeling. Nor could it have received any answer, for not one of us recovered our spirits. In quiet we drank our coffee, which had become cool. The meal being finished, Mr. Roberts received a telegram. “What is this?” he exclaimed. “Here is a dispatch from Mr. Berkeley, saying that he missed the train, but will x AD Q40 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. come on the boat. at me savagely. “Tam Mr. Berkeley.” “¢ What Berkeley ?” Who are you?” he vociferated, looking v “ August, the happy possessor of a wife and six children.” ‘You are an impostor, and I shall have you arrested !”’ WT, Et} Wy) o NSS ‘“WHO ARE you ?” Sa ‘G Y SX SS va Sa POs SSS a ) NK | Ny a) NING NY in \ Wee \ WR) v1 Al WN A) 4%, rd] NN iN WAN uth \ f HON) , \ vy How different his voice, how changed his demeanor had suddenly become. His anger was the lightning’s flash, which, in an instant, revealed the whole landscape of his real character. I talked to him mildly, but his wrath grew hotter and hotter. Mrs. Roberts dropped her superficiality, and joined her husband in giving me a tirade of abuse such as I hope never to receive again. Miss Roberts, hearing the tumult, now put in her appear- ance, which was a very sorry one, and from that time on, I 7 3 Aisle - i yee ae Pe oa) eee) a. te es > Pa tas Se oad A CASE OF MISTAXEN IDENTITY. 241 could net make myself heard at all, nor was poor, raving “Mr, Roberts much better off. The young lady declared that on the previous evening I had used insulting language to her, having asked her to become my wife; and gave it as her opinion that I had flooded the house purposely, in revenge for her persistent refusal. Thereupon her devoted father clenched his fists and came rather nearer tc me than was agreeable. I mentally de HER APPEARANCE. elared that if once I got home alive, I would never leave Augusta again. I cast about for my hat, and announced that I was ready to leave. The gentleman of the house informed me that I should never leave him until I had paid every item of damage I had caused, including frescoed ceiling, costly furniture, and three hundred and fifty dollars worth of statuary. I thought then that I had never heard the doctrine of eternity put in a stronger way. ’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. MY WIFE 242 Mrs. Roberts said she cared nothing for house or goods, but that I should be made to pay all I was worth on account. They re-. While they dr aside to describe to him the trouble which had grown out — The confusion of tongues had not yet begun to abate, - STEPPING OUT. - I was glad her estimate of this matter was so insignificant. My tormentors drew in their quills at once. >s of my shameful treatment of her precious daughter. ? when the Rev. John Berkeley was announced. im | ew _h eeived him with fawning suavity. of a mistaken identity, I watched my chance, found my hat, ro o S o ~~ M a =) — ° M va M o ae oo NM 3 2 fH ° Chay a) fH os rab) piss =) a Le} 3 st —s and silently stole away. 4 Augusta never looked better to me, for I had experienced : Next morning home without meeting a single subscriber to the Harmer’s Guide. “ A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY. | 243 okt ipttos 7 re a very strong contrast. I gave her a full and true account of my adventures. ‘To which she replied : Cais Pledge me this: that you will never leaye home again e ____-without'a guardian.” ' 4 73 ; ae 4 =" ‘ yp a \ hs = t ae - " A : x . . S > " w EZ, - Se . = \Y Mi He > a ; « a r y { X. x % al f o s a ~ “ } 4, j CECA Pa he eo: MY MOTHER-IN-LAW. Shae: chapter must contain an account of the most momentous events of my life. The thrilling expe- riences I have had with my mother-in-law can never be effaced from my memory. | Soon after the occurrences recorded in the last chapter, my wife’s mother wrote me a letter saying, that as she grew old she missed Augusta more and more every day: she craved her companionship, and it seemed as if she could not be separated from her daughter any longer. Besides, she felt that in her declining years she needed that daughter’s care, and asked if it would be agreeable for her to come to New York, and make her home with us. I was so anxious to manifest a generous cordiality in my response, that I would not employ the postal service, but telegraphed, “‘ Come, by all means.” She came. If you will believe it, she had not been in our house much over an hour before she called me into a room by ourselves and said : | “ August, I feel it my duty to say a few words to you on a very delicate subject. You will not be greatly offended with me, will you?” ~~ ‘ (244) \ | . MY MOTHER-IN-LAW. 245 \ a. Le Certainly not,” I replied; “but, on the contrary, shall have all the greater respect for you if you speak your mind “freely.” «T have long had a suspicion,” she began, “ and it.is now confirmed by observation, that you—” > 1 \ . hi NY AS y Hh } CHAPTER XXIII, JEWELL’S etic rte regen Ean the reader may have noticed that the last chapter terminated somewhat abr uptly. The interruption was caused by the accidental discovery, on the part of my wife, of the particular subject upon which I had undertaken to write. We have just had a quiet little talk, of two days’ and one night’s duration, concerning the propriety of my going on with it. The result is that I have changed my mind, and think it best, under the circum- stances, to drop “ My Mother-in-law,” forthwith. I do not think Mrs. Berkeley is a sound logician, although . I am free to admit that she has times of being persuasive. I may as well say that her respected mother is a dear, good old lady, without spot or blemish! How quiet the house has now become ! Augusta has her sleeves rolled up, and is working with tremendous energy. She says she is three days behind in her household duties. I am a little behind myself, in more respects than one. What a singular metamorphosis I have undergone. Away down in the lower depths of my mind, I find myself pos- sessed of opinions which have the appearance of haying been recently driven in. They are still hot. For example, I now hold that the man who will spaie (246) JEWELL’S MOTHER-IN-LAW. Q4T lightly of his mother-in-law is a wretch. He is a monster of ingratitude. He is perfectly horrid. He has no respect for his wife’s most tender feelings. He is simply aping those would-be wits whose entire stock in trade is rudeness 3d and vulgarity. Any man who pretends to be a man should set a better example. It is an incivility which no wife having a proper respect for herself would for a moment tolerate. And Lge pea te ok AM so forth. S [2 AY Still, I am resolved that my book shall not suffer on * ie Sse ry \ account of a ee : f my recent ose . Sa = “NM a ——) oe al | 2 a ) ! — 2 ~ — = ———< Ss = = ES = Fortunately I have HN i) Moy! Ih other materials at NYE | : Wi hand. : About the time that em BEHIND TIME. my wife’s respected Ai mother — bless her heart! may her tribe increase !— came to live with us, my friend Jewell sent me a note asking me to call on him. JI complied with his request. “Tam going abroad,” said he, “to be gone several years.” «Sorry to hear it,’ I replied, “for you have been more than a brother to me.” “¥ YA48 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Thank you. I shall now have the courage to ask a favor of you.” “Anything! Anything!” I responded, enthusiastically. “T owe my life to you, and I remember telling you, at the time you heroically saved it, that I should always be ready to render you any assistance in my power.” “ Yes, I believe you did; but let that pass. What I want to say is that I have a mother-in-law.” “ You- surprise me!” I exclaimed. “She is a little queer,” he continued. “Zounds! How very odd! So is—” I checked myself so sud- denly that it took me some time to rearrange my im- ported tecth. “My mother-in-law has plenty of property,’ re- sumed Jewell; “but she A STARTLING REVELATION. made me promise that I would ask some worthy gentleman to look after her occasionally during my absence in foreign lands.” “Ts that all?” I asked, in surprise. “That is all,” said he; “I have now fulfilled my promise by making the request of you.” “JT will do it to her heart’s content,” I replied impulsively. Affectionately and sorrowfully, Jewell and I separated. Two days afterward, it cccurred to me that he had not given me either his own address or that of his mother-in-law. I began to think he had been playing a joke on me. " it 1 Wihy Yay MIL {i bah oD in Ws ify Bore bb BE Uy z Las | Hite 7 GE f4 AZ st jy. Se, 7 ll seal a i =a Way Ch 4 aera ie vein Sa JEWELL’S MOTHER-IN-LAW. 251 Alas! it was no joke. The woman could speak for her- self, as the following letter will show : Skeetovil newjersey toozdy fournoon yere uv the lord Mister orgus burkly Deer sur my darters huzbund tol me you wuz a good feller he tol me he dugg you outer 10 footer sand wen you wuz ded azer dore nale he sed in kornseederasion uv the deed he did you you prommissed too look arter me wile he sarnters threw urup I warnt you too cum twomorry I liv on the besst farm in skeetovil 2 mild sowth uv the ortodox meetin hows the staj bringz you too my dore I fele wee shal be the besst uv frens. yures respecktivly Matilda Bricksee late wif uv jonerthon bricksee square There was something in the general tone and appearance of this letter that did not impress me quite favorably. However, next day I boarded the first train for Skeeto- ville, and went forth for the purpose of acquainting myself more thoroughly with my new acquisition. I found Mrs. Bricksee in a corn-field, hoeing up weeds. She gave me a warm reception, and invited me to lend a hand and hoe a row, which I did. We worked along together very nicely, interspersing our labor with conversation. __ “This ere is the biggest field in these parts,” she re- marked. “ How large is it?” I inquired. “‘ Nearly five acres.” This lead to a comparison of one great thing with another, and in order to interest her I told her that Saint Peter’s Church at Rome was so large that her entire corn- field would not furnish space enough for it to stand on. riba MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A° HUSBAND. ‘“‘ Looker here!” she exclaimed, eyeing me closely. ‘You » may as well understand fust as last, that that wuz the only fault Jewell had.” “And what fault is that?” I inquired. “He wuz a tremenjus liar. It led to onpleasantness *twixt me an’ him; an’ I would n’t. be s’ prised if that’s th’ reason he’s taken his wife an’ gone kitin’ off to Kurup.” “ But I have not told you anything but the truth,” I pro- fh tested. Z . “Thar *tis agin. g jen That wuz Jewell’s Gili: way to a dot. He wud n’t only lie, but HENS Mee) he'd swar to it.” Wh I dropped the ba- silica at Rome, and came nearer home. “They have just *. had a terrible tor- nado out in Iowa,” TENDER RECOLLECTIONS. mark. “Never hern tell of Iowa. What part of New Jersey is’t in?” | $§ I dropped the tornado. ¢ It occurred to me I had better let her introduce topics of conversation to suit herself. | | She spent an hour and a half telling me about a man’s owing her four cents; and she was not through with the subject yet when I accidentally cut off a pumpkin-vine with my hoe. It was really pitiful to see how bad the woman felt, as she tenderly lifted the severed parts. I ventured to re-~ JEWELL’S MOTHER-IN-LAW. | What use do you make of pumpkins?” I inquired. “Bile ’em inter surrup for my barley coffee. My ‘departed husband wuz passhinitly fond of it. ’T wuz th’ . thing he iver drunk.” 258 late las’ “Let us be reconciled. He is better off where he is,” I said, pathetically, observing two or three tears chasing each other down her skinny face. “You’re a great comfort to me,” she answered. “Tm glad ter see you’re posted on Scripter. Now thar’s one varse in th’. Old ‘Testermunt that’s alwuz puzzled my brain. Ken you make it clear to me?” “Most likely I can,” I responded, though realiz- ing that in Sunday-school literature I was sadly de- ae) ‘< ficient. ‘Wal, what av T-wanter know is this: The sv2Xy Bible says, ‘Wherefore _ the Lord bless- 5. BSS ed the sabbath | Peat ‘WATCH OUT THAR!” day an’ holler- / ms ed it.’ What did he holler ‘ct? for?” This was a poser. I confess I had never thought of it before. Still, I would not acknowledge my ignorance, but would make an effort to enlighten the woman. “You must not understand,” said I, “that the Lord holloed that particular word ‘it, for the Record says that 254 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. He blessed the sabbath day and holloed it; that is, holloed the dlessing so that all the world would hear it.” “Wal now, that’s th’ most common sense explination I iver hern. That’s wot ’tis to be larned. You'd ought ter ben a preacher. Watch out thar, you blamed idjut; them’s water millon vines you’re hoeing up!” _ I had innocently taken them for weeds, and demolished about half of the entire lot. | Mrs. Bricksee became more and “more excited, as the full extent of the mischief was more and more revealed. Her railing was not pleasant. Her voice was high-pitched and harsh. The combined noise of katydids, tree-toads, hens, and parrots would have furnished a very desirable contrast. When she sneezed, she had a stentorian way of scream- ing, ‘“ Hasu-ee,” which elicited much merriment from dis- tant neighbors. “ Did you ever go to wot’s called a lectur?” she inquired, as I was about taking my leave. “ Yes, Lhave attended a great many lectures.” “T want you ter take me ter one. Dve a great curosity to know wot th’ thing’s like. I’ve niver ben any whar ’cept ter th’ meetin’ house.” x I promised I would take her at my earliest convenience. When I went home I could not muster up courage enough to tell Augusta where I had been, or what I had promised. Neither did I mention the subject to my wife’s respected mother. Bless her heart! May her tribe increase ! May future generations rise up and call her—a darling! It is good to keep secrets when occasion requires. The principal use of secret societies is to discipline men in the art of holding fast that which should not be let go. Half the troubles of society grow out of reporting things which _ JEWELL’S MOTHER-IN-LAW. 255 should forever be left unreported, even though they be true. The early Christians found it good to have secret ceremo- nies. Chamfort is right: “An indiscreet man is an unsealed letter; every one can read it.” But it requires great firm- ness of character to be able to retain a real interesting bit of gossip. La Fontaine says: “It is difficult for a woman to keep 2 secret, dnd | know more than one man who is a woman.” The ancients dedicated temples to Taciturnity. Therein they were wise. CHAPTER XXIV. DISTURBING A MEETING. ‘GENTLEMAN known as the Rev. Hallmid was to give ~ a lecture in Steinway Hall, and I thought I might as well take’ Mrs.. Bricksee to hear him, and thus fulfill my promise to that eccentric woman. _ | The subject which he had announced was, “The Bright Side ;” and I had every reason to believe he would say ; some bright things. I found Mrs. Bricksee laboring with a cold, and I gener- ously presented her with half a box of my Bethsaida snuff. : I had been carrying it in my pocket on purpose, anticipating — that I might meet some particular friend whom I should desire to ‘‘ treat.” In reply to numerous questions, I was forced to explain to her that considerable. sneezing might be reasonably expected as one of the immediate results of applying the remedy to the nasal organ. | She didn’t quite know what I meant, but nevertheless she resolved to put the Bethsaida in her snuff-box and leave it there until such time as she could be alone. She seemed to realize that her sneezing was a one-horse power, if not more. The lecture did not turn out to be quite as interesting as I had anticipated. There was nothing wrong about it. I | (58) 3 a DISTURBING A MEETING. 257 was especially disappointed in not finding that the speaker was a first-class acrobat. In fact, Mrs. Bricksee was so little interested and enlight- ened by what was said that, before the entertainment was half through, she was soundly asleep. I had no objection to this until she began to snore. Then, when I discovered that two or three hundred pairs of eyes were concentrating their gaze on us, I began to feel uncomfortable, and resolved to wake her up. So using all the force born of impulsiveness and vexation, | gave her a nudge with my sharp-pointed elbow, and succeeded in getting more response than I anticipated. “Oh! oh! What on arth’s th’ matter? Who done _that? Whar be I?” she exclaimed, in a voice which would not permit any one else in the house to remain asleep. I quieted her as quickly as I could, and then explained to her that she had been unconsciously breathing so hard that I was compelled to gently arouse her from peaceful slumber. She pledged me her word she would not fall asleep again until the dull performance was over, notwithstanding it was already considerably past her bed-time. | I will give her credit for trying hard to keep her promise ; but the oppressive heat of the room and the heavy cold in her head were unfavorable conditions. She must have been just across the border of dream-land when the Rev. Hallmid, speaking on the importance of earnestness”? in the work of salvation, gave dramatic expression to the following sentences: “ What would you think, if a neighbor should come to your house some fine day, open the gate very deliberately, close it after him, knock at the door, walk slowly into your parlor, take a seat with all due tormality, clear his throat, 16 | MY ‘WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. a i 258 offer some dull remarks about the weather, and finally say to you, in a drawling manner, ‘ Sir, | beg that you will par. don me for appearing be- fore you at this time, but = Wh sir, your house is on fire.’ You would not believe him. Neither do you believe those who adopt this same stupid style in preaching AIL OE I I I oa 2 SS = See 2 = >= << SS \ | dicth not. | Ne ‘But suppose you were ‘ to see a man rushing to Ne ward your dwelling at a S break-neck pace, and were | ‘ to hear him utter the soul- piercing cry, “Fire! Fire! | FIRE!” Ae ie. “Oh, dear! Whar is it? : ie ANN SP Wc Take me out!” shrieked Hi yy Z AMM SS TE Mrs. Bricksee, bounding terror. : I clutched her with both my hands, and shoved her back into her place again. pan Se So Re Plessis ey pS At first the audience was AR IS . Wi PT to confused; but the moment it realized that the lecturer’s perfect acting had completely — deceived the old lady into believing there was an actual fire, — the fact of the matter is, about the fire which is: eternal, where the worm from her seat, pale with 2 ae he 1 Ae a Saat re ia! tae IT See aie iat 2 he eas | ‘ st * P DISTURBING A MEETING. 259 it broke forth into most tumultuous laughter, to which was added the clapping of hands and stamping of feet. Mrs. Bricksee, whose experience at meetings had been limited to the decorous Sunday gatherings in Skeetoville church, was entirely unprepared for this sudden outburst of noisy demonstration, and, getting the idea into her head that the house was falling, again started to her feet in great trepidation. — I sueceéded in once more allaying her fears. Mr. Hallmid resumed his discourse, and everybody in the audience had become quiet, when my companion, in order to tone up her nerves, resorted to the snuff-box. I had forgotten that it was filled with that explosive Beth- saida, or I should have interfered to prevent a very unpleas- ant episode. Ina moment I saw that she was engaged in trying to suppress an internal earthquake. The contortions of her body were frightful to witness. Large drops of per- spiration rolled down her face. Once, twice, three times she conquered. Then the strength of her iron will was exhausted, and she surrendered unconditionally to the inevi- | table. Just as the lecturer was saying, “ The spiritual nature of man, as well as his physical, must have food,’ she burst forth with all the power of a fog-horn, “ Hash-ee!” Such a roar as the audience indulged in appalled me. Everybody felt merry except Mrs. Bricksee and myself. But the worst was not over. The ammunition with which the woman had loaded her double-barreled gun would not be satisfied with a single sneeze. It had not yet finished its work. “J repeat,” said the speaker, “ the spiritual nature of man is dependent on food.” 260 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF & HUSBAND. “ Hasu-ne!” came the response, as though a cannon were trying to talk. ee “Hasu-ce! Hasn-ee! Hasu-en!” followed in quick succession. . | Tou Mr. Hallmid va?~ly endeavored to restore order amid the assembled multitude. Nobody could hear a word he was saying, but by the manner in which his long arms and lege e Ss Ss < “<¢Tet me fill the next cart by myself, said I. - “My paternal creator consented, and while he went te the house to get his regular drink of sweetened water, with something or other in it, I shoveled. | “Tn just thirty minutes my parent returned and found the — cart as full of sand as it could hold, while I was lying ne down in the shade of an apple tree, apparently asleep. “ Well, that man cut a switch of birch and woke me up pretty suddenly, and made me dance a jig all over the lot. , a ee NO ay Se pNP aS rie? oh ; nay * i see Ae “S THE BUREAU OF VITAL STATISTICS. 275 «“¢This,’ said he, ‘is to punish you for working so slow in the past, when, as you have just shown, you were able to do a good deal better ; now stop your crying and tell me you deserve it, or I will give you some more of the same kind. What do you say! Do you deserve it?’ “¢Yes, sir, said I. The answer was a falsehood, and I knew it; but when the recording angel set it down, he put it in pa’s book instead of mine. “ Another time, it was Fourth of July, and I wanted to join the rest of the boys in celebrating the day, but pater familias gave me a stint that would take an able-bodied ‘man until nearly night to accomplish, and said I must finish that before going off to play. “The work consisted of hoeing the whole side of a corn- 276 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. field up to a certain stake which had been used for holding up a scare-crow. I slipped out before breakfast and moved the stake a good distance, so that it would shorten my task. | “It was apiece of deception, but when the recording angel put it-down, he put it in pa’s book instead of mine. “Tt did not come out well, however, for after breakfast my stern .parent took me into the field and just as I was beginning to hoe, informed me that I was in the wrong place; that what he meant was that I should begin on the © other side of the field, and hoe to the stake. I started to tell him then that the stake had been moved, but, on second thought, I did not want to tell him. There was nothing to do but for me to accept the situation and work up to my boundary, while he himself took the other side. I had no Fourth of July holiday that year. ** My step-mother was not very kind to me, and father was always too tired to caress me, even if he had possessed that peculiarly affectionate disposition which belongs, I think, to city life more abundantly than to country. So I resolved to run away from home. ‘‘ Many a boy has thus resolved because home had not the sweet attractiveness to him which it might, and should have had. : “T had saved up a little money, and with this I clandes- tinely bought a complete outfit of clothes, that I might be respectably dressed on my departure. Secreting my pur- — chase in the loft of the boat-house, into which no one ever climbed except myself, | bided my time to make good my escape. “Winding that I had no heart to leave as long as I was even moderately well treated, I resolved to remain until there “* » Pay Morons ¢ \ THE BUREAU OF VITAL STATISTICS. QT7 should be some outbreak of anger on my father’s part, against which my nature would rebel. £3 Meanwhile, I succeeded in procuring a good wig and a pair of false whiskers, so that, in case of emergency, I could go away incog. “One day my father was particularly ill-natured. If all the bears in the world were one bear, and if that bear had a sore head, he could not have been any crosser than my unhappy parent. He had just discovered that the worms were destroying his cabbages, the beetles his potatoes, the bugs his squashes, and the drouth everything in general. *“¢ Nevertheless he should have remembered that I was his boy, and that nothing in earth, air, or sea could destroy my soul. ; “ He did forget it, because accidentally I broke a window with a stone while driving the pigs out of the garden; he told me to go into the barn and take off my jacket. I knew what that meant. I knew, too, that the punishment would outweigh the offence just in proportion that his own grievances outweighed his benefits. I would get chastized not only for the broken window, but on account of the -worms, beetles, bugs, caterpillars; and drouth ; and this was more than I could endure. “¢Go right into the barn!’ commanded my stern parent. «¢ 7] will go and drown myself first, said I. “He was astounded. It was the first time I had ever dared — to disobey him, nor would I have dared on this occasion only for the confidence I reposed in my legs. “‘ He started to catch me. That was a bit of fun I had anticipated. I ran straight for the river, shouting the while that I was going to drown myself. As soon as I reached the bank I jumped down out of sight, and then ran along Ae Bs MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. under cover till I came to the boat-house, into whose loft I soon clambered, where I knew I was safe. “A convenient knot-hole enabled me to observe my father as he walked up and down the edge of the stream in an agony of alarm. | | “T donned my new clothes, put on my wig and whiskers, and doubtless looked like a man in appearance, for, notwith- standing my years, I was an adult in size. i ee ts = = a = IN DISGUISE. “ After a while my father came to the boat-house and called my name. Once he tried to climb into the loft, but he was not sufficiently agile to accomplish the feat. Then he started back to the house as fast as possible. I was afraid he was going for a ladder, so, as soon as the coast was clear, — THE BUREAU OF VITAL STATISTICS. 279 1 bundled up my old clothes, put them under my arm, left my quarters, and pushed on down the river at full speed, till I came to the woods, where, as I well knew, I could conceal | myself for an indefinite time. “T concluded to remain in the neighborhood for a few days and watch the progress of events, for 1 had a scheme in my head by which I could furnish myself with food and lodging. There was another boy in those parts who was bent. on run- ning away at no distant time, and I knew that I could get at him in my disguise, and secure his sympathy and assist- ance, by promising to find an opening for him in the great ~ world of wealth and happiness into which I was going. - “How strangely my venture terminated! On the very day that I left my old clothes in the woods, they were found by a. stray boy, a stranger in the neighborhood, who put them on, and shortly after was capsized and drowned, while boat- ing in the river. “After a while his disfigured remains were found; and when the clothes had been identified as mine, the body was pronounced mine also. “« Next came the funeral, and I could not resist the tempta- tion of attending it, for my chum said it would be the big- gest joke of the season, and avowed that I was so nicely fixed up that never a soul would know me. “ However I failed to see the joke when I observed how pit- ifully broken down my poor old father had become. I heard him tell the minister that I was the best boy that ever lived, that I had not a fault in the world, and that if he could only have me back again, he should devote his whole life to my happiness. And when he went and stood over the horrible- looking corpse, and shed ereat burning tears, as he called to me, I could have died of remorse. ‘ had some of that realization years before, I am certain it es 280 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “However, I was anxious to hear the sermon. It proved more trying to my nerves than I had anticipated. The elo-— quent eulogy which the minister had pronounced over my : : beloved remains was totally unlike anything I had ever : heard said of me before. Everybody in the house cried i because IT was dead. I cried with the rest. I could nop ‘ have helped it to save me. = : alt ih THE DROWNED Boy. “In wiping the tears from my whiskers, I once or twice nearly pulled them off. For the first time | was made to- realize how much the world thinks of a boy. Could I have j would have made me try harder to be true and faithful To | had always felt the need of encouragement. “When the funeral was over, and my dear father had a placed some beautiful flowers on my grave, I could not find 4 e Ss es a a Oe Oe a eae Fe \ Pre + aes ee THE BUREAU OF VITAL STATISTICS. 281 it in my heart to return to the woods. How could I leave so good a parent to grieve my loss? How could | separate myself from the soul-stricken neighbors who had left, their work in the very midst of the busy season to come and bear earnest testimony of their sorrow at my untimely death. Furthermore, I wanted to be where I could attend church every Sunday, for I had just discovered what a nice man the minister was, and how fondly he was devoted to boys— especially me. : “T waited till evening, and then took off my disguise, and walked into the sitting-room, where my father sat, still cry- ing, and said IL: “¢() papa, was n’t that a first-class funeral ?’ *¢He jumped to his feet as though lifted by an electric bat- tery. His fixed gaze indicated that he was frightened. So was I. He thought he saw a ghost. He was not certain but he was a ghost lrimself. I began to fear I might get the whipping yet. No. He came nearer. He looked into my face for a moment, then threw his arms around my neck and kissed me. We had no fatted calf on hand, but the biggest rooster on the farm was killed that night; and we had him for breakfast next morning. “After that I was a better boy. The oil of birch had become a thing of the past. “T believe a great many boys would turn out better if they could have their funerals first, and turn out afterwards. « Having them at the beginning, rather than at the end of their career, would lead them to the discovery of the world’s appreciation. 7 “When I saw that I was not the only farmer’s boy who suffered from the thoughtlessness of parents and guardians, I made up my mind that when I got old enough, I would i 282 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. start a newspaper in the interest of human kindness. That is how The Farmers’ Guide happened to have an existence. “T wanted to say to the public that children ought to be praised for their well doing. Applied love is the only kind worthy of mention. “ What a quantity of water may be gotten from certain pumps if one will first pour water into them. How much love may we obtain from human hearts when we begin by loving them. “There are trees which hold their dead leaves through all the fierce storms of winter, but drop them at the approach of spring. On human life there is likewise much waste foli- age which cannot be beaten off by force, but which silently disappears when the life is surrounded by an atmosphere of love, thus stimulating inward growth. “Itis our duty to praise God, but sometimes it is a greater duty to praise man. The Creator needs no encouragement, but men, much. “‘Some seeds have shells so tough that unaided human strength is not sufficient to break them. As soon, however, as they are placed in the warm earth, and feel nature’s kindly touch, the stubborn bonds are broken, and the freed germ comes forth. There are sin-bound souls which the power of man cannot unfetter. Is it not reasonable to sup- pose that when what God has said seems to fail, what he as will succeed ? | ‘All the men in creation can not force a little bird te sing; but.on a spring morning you shall hear the music of a_ thousand feathery songsters. The sun’s quiet influence brings this to pass. Warmth, light, and beauty are nature’s trinity, and should be ours. THE BUREAU OF VITAL STATISTICS. 283 “ HOW AN ANGEL WAS FOOLED. 297 BH elothed in fine words. It should be clothed in fine lives. These are the only garments which Heaven regards as beautiful. It expects us to have them on at the grand wedding. © ; There is much fine gold in modern skepticism. So there are thousands of tons of silver held in solution in the sea; but it is not this thin solution that men want. A coin in the hand is of more practical value than the great earth’s diffused wealth. We are taught that God’s truth is everywhere in nature; but the universality is of no import- ance to us until we harness some for actual service. _ Old-fashioned doctrines may have’ been outgrown, but real Christianity, having no fashions whatever, is always new. There is a complicated net-work of accidents, incidents, history, chronology, persons and wonders, which has been palmed off upon the innocent and ignorant, as the genuine article; but Christianity itself is made up of eternal prin- ciples. ‘The way to the first is very broad, and many there ‘be that go in thereat; but the way to the other is straight and narrow, and few there be that find it. Some persons think that Christianity is dying out because there is so much indifference concerning its claims. They might as well say that agriculture is dying out, seeing that so many men who ought to be engaged in it are idle. When God created man with an aptitude for hunger, he instituted agriculture; and so long as hunger remains, agriculture will not expire. When the same God created man with a heart of love and a spirit of hope, he instituted the church; and so long as man is man, the eburch is secure. Christianity in the abstract is not religion. It is like an 298 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF iH HUSBAND. apple tree without any ‘fenit of its own. Fach sect pia on its favorite scion, till the tree becomes like Joseph’s | | coat,—of many colors,—and brings forth apples sour and sweet, great and small. a Christianity is naught but the grand foundation on which man may stand to the best advantage while making the most of his selfhood. No angel can do for him what it is | his duty to do for himself. He must answer his “own questions, work out his own problems, give careful heed to his own inner consciousness, and thereby receive the dis- -cipline which effort alone can give. ct | The heart is like a chalice, on the inside of whiGh are engraved the words: “There is a God; man is immortal.” But the cup is too often filled with a dark fluid which ae makes the writing illegible. It is only necessary to clarify the contents by putting purity in the place of sin. This is far better than BU ogee 10 our ears in the endeavor to catch ghostly words. CHAP DER XXX. LIFE-INSURANCE AND DEATH. $6 \ N Y HAT a queer set of humbugs modern astrologers | are!”’ remarked Augusta. “Yes; but somehow their predictions are often fulfilled,” 1 replied. ‘¢ For that matter, so are yours, or mine, or anybody’s.” “That may be; but nevertheless I believe there are for- tune-tellers who can read the future with unerring cer- tainty.” “Well, then, let us put the matter to the test,’ replied Augusta. “I have just found, among some of the old papers left here by my mother, one that contains the horo- scope of my own destiny, as made out by an astrologer when I was an infant. It says: «¢his child will have an eventful life.’ ”’ ‘So you have had,” I interposed. “ ae pes RRS MERE y of ; a Pee Le ey ° ir ae TPS < Seat x fe eet Nv apiee Sh dy a t aie ee ek AS Ls oa a ~— aa es oe Se rae eye ek NS Pe . Stew lls One Ja ak Fe : he ry ; ee ea x | ery Mex ae ee LIFE INSURANCE AND DEATH. Oe tive conviction that my time was near at hand. Still, I | would not unfold my feelings to Augusta. Not for the world would I share with her the chilling mantle that shrouded my drooping spirits. In her light-heartedness, she had even forgotten the terrible warning of her own sphinx. To make fit preparation for death was now my only con- cern. I stopped smoking—stopped it several times; for I would often be so absorbed in theological study as to light my pipe without realizing what I was doing. I no longer chewed cloves, coffee,.parched-corn, sweet- flag, or kindred groceries, which may be had gratis after a five-cent outlay. I went to church every Sunday, except when the Sunday Herald’s weather report announced that, in New York and vicinity, cloudiness might be expected, and possibly rain. So comforting did I find the preaching of the Rev. Selah Brownell that I preferred listening to it, even to staying at home and “ minding” the half-dozen babies. Week-day evenings, instead of squandering money at wicked amusements, I attended revival services, where a new three-cent piece dropped into the contribution-box would receive as kindly a smile as would a dollar and a half from the evil spirit who presides in the box-office of a thea- ter. I found that it was far cheaper to go to heaven than to go through the world. One night the minister asked me to get up in meeting and relate my experiences. Not knowing’ exactly what to talk about, I selected Jewell’s mother-in-law, she being my great- est experience, and the one most recent. The audience, for the most part, appeared pleased with my few feeble remarks, but the minister uncivilly cut them short in their incipiency » 304 ~ MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. by giving out a hymn, and asking the congregation to join. in singing. I knew by my feelings toward him that I was not yet prepared for my final departure. 3s } On the way home, I fell to thinking of the shortness of my remaining time, and of the necessity of doing everything = in my power toward providing for the wants of my family. | Bh The idea of eetting my life insured suddenly flashed upon — EXPERIENCE MEETING. Sut me. It grew upon me. I.would get a fifty-thousand-dollar : policy—yea, a hundred-thousand-dollar policy. I would ‘ae E surprise Augusta with a fortune after my demise. fee 5 The next day I sold The Furmer’s Guide and all its rights ~ and belongings ; sold:my printing stock and office furniture, : including the white monkey. I took all the proceeds, and went to the various life insurance companies, and invested THE LIBRARY Of THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS pod 33 ES Sega e rag Aree ESP ELE LBD PREPARING FOR DEATH. LIFE INSURANCE AND DEATH. _ 80T in policies until the last cent was expended, and I was insured for one hundred thousand dollars. The doctors asked me all sorts of questions, but, fortunately, no one thought to inquire if I had received evidence from astrolo- gers that I was soon to die; so I had no false statements to make, and was able to retain a clear conscience. True, I was swindling the insuratice companies, but it did not once occur to me that there was anything wrong in that. I had heard many sermons, but no clergyman to whom I had lis- tened ever said a word against taking advantage of a life insurance company. Timagined I had done the good thing which would bring me a rich reward in eternity. I pictured Augusta as deeply affected by my wise and affectionate forethought when she should suddenly find herself a wealthy widow. She would know then how | had loved her. However, | was not quite certain that I was ready for death. I resolved to leave nothing undone toward securing my everlasting safety. With this end in view, I committed to memory the Thirty- nine Articles, the one hundred and seven questions and answers of the Westminster Shorter Catechism, the Ten Commandments, the hieroglyphics of our Central Park Hgpytian Obelisk, and the longest, the shortest, and the middle verse of the Bible. Then I demonstrated by actual count that the word “‘ Lord” is used in the Holy Scriptures one thousand eight hundred and fifty-three times. I read with severe attention such works as the Talmud, Genealogy of Melehizedek, Tenets of the Schwenkfeldcrs, the Apocrypha, twenty volumes of Acta Sanctorum, Emanuel Swedenbore’s Heaven and its Wonders and Hell, and forty- - seven pages of a hand-book of English Hcclesiology. | 19 808 - MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. The result of my close application to these pious authors became manifest in my loss of flesh and cadaverous appear- ance. Hour by hour I wasted away, until my skin embraced my bones with little interference. My wife became alarmed. A medical consultation was held. Some thought there was too little water in the stomach, others that there was too much in the brain. Some said I ought to go South. Others advised the North. The wiser ones said my malady was < wholly mental and could not be reached by ordinary Materia \ Medica. a \ I would not tell. approached, my bodily symp- \ Gs NM i\\ toms began to correspond with iN . came on. The physicians ac- WASTING AWAY. critical, and ceased speaking — hopefully to my wife. She was bowed down with grief. At my bedside she tried to smile and speak cheerfully, but I could see the agony behind her tears. - [had a presentiment of my death. This made three wit-— nesses, all equally trustworthy. My presentiment was that my life would be spared till the last moment of the allotted - time. I should die at eight o’clock the evening of my thir- tieth birthday. -T was born at eight o’clock in the evening. My mother had died at eight o’clock in the evening on her sixtieth birthday. I saw with great clearness that one-half As the day of my. dissolution my mental condition. I had no : knowledged that my case was — appetite. A dangerous fever 2% ae LIFE INSURANCE AND DEATH. 309 of sixty was thirty. All the prominent events of my life had occurred at eight o’clock in the evening. I was to have been married at seven, but fate secreted the matrimonial license, and delayed the wedding an hour. My wife’s respected mother had arrived at our pleasant home at eight o’clock in the evening. The day came that was to be my last on earth. Sorrow- ing friends stood about my couch almost killing me with their misguided kindness. TRS SSS ~ THE LAST FAREWELL, At six o’clock in the afternoon, I became too weak te converse except a few broken words. At fifteen minutes past six my feet grew cold. Five minutes later I had a severe chill. At half past six I refused brandy and water. Fifteen minutes before seven, I called for the six. babies, and gave them my dying blessing. I beckoned to Augusta to receive my final farewell; but she was so overcome by ~~ 50 FEN MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. her feelings that the attending physician was obliged to hasten to her assistance. At seven o’clock, the Rev. Mr. Brownell having heard that I was about to be launched into eternity, came into the sick room and began administering what comfort he could. To him I explained with all my remaining breath how fate — had decreed, by three infallible witnesses, that I must cross - the Stygian ferry, and that eight o’clock was the exact time when the expiration would occur. He tried to convince me that I was laboring under a deli sion, but his effort was a failure. J assured him that if I should not have departed this life by the time the clock should finish striking eight, I would never have any more faith in predictions or presentiments. How unconcerned is early childhood in the weighty mat- ters of eternity! Little Susie was our eldest child, having been brought to us in a basket. She was a very precocious little four-year-old, and full of prattle. I had given her a solemn farewell, and told her she could never see her papa alive any more, but evidently she had not comprehended my words. Leaving me, she joined some older playmates on the street. Pretty soon she returned to my side bubbling over with enthusiasm. Somebody had given her one of those. toys called the “Fifteen Puzzle.” Until then, I had never seen it. She begged of me to do it for her. It looked easy. How could I turn away from the sweet little child, realizing that it was a last request to a dying man? So, taking hold of the little blocks with my skinny fingers, I began shoving them about, while Susie was intensely interested. In a little while, I began to get interested myself. It perplexed me to see how near I could come to success without reach- : ih. aa wa : * rs S B gor Pal \- Pot. . ie , a ett 2 : ie LIFE INSURANCE AND DEATH. | 311 ing it. ‘Summoning all my power into one resolution, I whispered, “Wait a few minutes, Susie, I will get this done before I die.” My ruling propensity, strong even in death, is, as the reader well knows, concentration. In attending to any one thing, I forget everything else. That fifteen puzzle took the whole of me, and needed much more. Once absorbed in A LAST ACT. ‘that, I became utterly lost to all the world besides. Time after time I reset the pieces and renewed the struggle. Hight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock came, but I was «sensible to the flight of time. J had actually forgotten to ‘die. The fifteen puzzle had beaten the prophets. Or, shall I be more erateful, and confess that the little waif whom [ had saved from the unpitying world had now saved me? B12: MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. My superstition was gone. With remarkable rapidity I recovered my health. | . ie My wife’s rejoicing was boundless. But, alas! I was eompelled to break the sad news to her which was weighing heavily on my own mind. : “« Augusta,” said I,“ Whe Farmer’s Guide is lost to us. I sold it out, and invested the proceeds in life insurance _poli- cies, which must now be for- feited. I had planned to leave you one hundred thou- sand dollars more than we already possess. But I did not die when my time came, and the entire amountis lost. Just my miserable luck!” “ August,” said the dear woman, putting her arm around my neck, “we have still enough left to make us comfortable through ~ life without ever doing any more work. But I would a thou- “JUST MY LUCK!” . ~ gand times rather have you, | even without a penny, than to secure the wealth of a Vanderbilt, and be separated from you.” “ Your precious love shall be my religion,” said 1; “and henceforth I will honor it by the best life I can. possibly lead.” ae 3 a It is said that a certain place is paved with good resolu-— tions. I myself have furnished enough to macadamize a road from New York to Jerusalem. L ced ot ee PP eo de +? ee) a” a ped ae iat ate? — We ATS og see i CO hae ert " x "f 40, Aa ¥ wonTy wd ry Ne ake ae ae Bes BS. - : OS a aa eC ee, 2 eee on a oe Boia aes ih alt Siete’ 2 tre Mend VO wht « Pte: f nl? ¢ ig a Vy ft Be ea oe LIFE INSURANCE AND DEATH. 313 There is a great ship in the harbor, and the fireman is now putting coal in the furnace, and the engineer is _polish- ‘ing the machinery. Is this what the ship was made for? To-morrow will the fires be again kindled, and the metal again be cleaned? Day after day and year after year shall this be repeated, until at last the vessel rots where it lies? ‘Such is my poor life. Probably it was designed for a glori- ous voyage; but, notwithstanding my forever getting ready to start, I am still in the dock. I lack application. It is everything. What good is accomplished by stirring dough unless it is finally converted into bread. He knows enough already who knows how to make right use of what he knows. Wisdom is better than knowledge. oS Rae ORT Vn ie SR ie Kd ieee ae eA i ah ~~ a ‘= eb; <9 ~My, eee ae oie a ee SONS “fe ay ne aS Bio sant 4 y ro ee ey eps CHAPTER XAXX. HOW I LOST A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT. a BOUGHT a house on one of ‘the avenues in New York, and after having it nicely furnished, moved my family into it, intending to settle down and spend the rest of my days midst love and ease. But after about a year of undisturbed quiet, I became restless. I fear that Heaven itself would not satisfy me more than a year and a half, unless it differs from those descriptions which it has been my misfortune to hear. I yearned for some kind of excitement. I wanted to be the hero of incidents, accidents, and achievements. For. a time I had my mind set on going to the North Pole ina balloon, but Augusta would not hear to that. ne _ Then I became ambitious to secure a foreign mission: For this purpose I wrote to the President of the United States, urging my fitness for the position. He replied that he regarded my claim with favor, and requested me to call at the White House the next Monday evening at nine o’clock sharp, in order to avoid the rush. “What do you suppose he means by this reference to the rush?” I said to Augusta. | ‘“T cannot imagine,” she answered, ‘“ unless it be that, since he has been recently inaugurated, there may be others also seeking to obtain appointment to office.” (314) HOW I LOST A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT. 315 “Can it be possible,’ I asked, “that this country has any considerable number of persons who deem themselves : qualified for the position of representative toa foreign court?” “Perhaps the number is larger than you apprehend,” 3 _=..<,,. responded my wile. ~ When Monday came I took the first train to Washington, and ar- rived late in the after- noon with a _ hopeful heart. | Hastening to the best hotel, I was sadly dis- appointed in not being able to procure a room for love or money. BEING A HERO. I whispered in the clerk’s ear that I was August Berkeley, _and that I had been sent for by the President of the United States, who wished to consult with me on the affairs of nations. I had expected this information would so over- whelm his conceit that he would bow before me in abject humility, while giving me the assurance that the private 316 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND, © 9 7 = parlors of the house would be immediately put in order for my convenience. Phe | | No such effect was produced. He simply said with a haughty air of contemptible indifference : . “We can do nothing for you. The town is so full of office-seekers that an honest citizen has scarcely room to turn around. Look at. that register with its twenty-seven pages filled up since this morning.” eS SS ose ~~ SJ ——— SS i one PNT phi: fe, Noe Bit os = ea s3 Sse SS BEN Gh es ga sible!” “No, not names,” said he, “but titles. The names them- selves occupy a very small portion of the space.” ae I applied at all the other hotels, but with no better suc. cess. Surely, the multitude that considered themselves ee worthy of filling the highest position within the political | gift of the nation, was alarmingly great. “Twenty-seven pages of names!” I exclaimed. Impos- > - = iw wi is . wis ee es te sa Cr an a a AE ei te bt gS th ets 2 { ae Ae avi Pe eh RT ee he eet Be DAES a ee ee Cee > iq 2p aE ee et Paes Ga hol mm Ags ph 8 5 ak ee 4 a 1 ws 2Ar e. Pa ; 5 there, and-she was impa- || kc to capture one of them, -. HOW I LOST A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT. BLY. vw What should I do? To go to a boarding-house was beneath my dignity. ‘I had brought my best clothes in a trunk, and it was necessary that 1 have some place other than the street in which to effect my toilet. s Wandering about, I noticed a placard on a front door, which read: “ This cottage to rent. Completely furnished, and ready for occupancy. Inquire within.” I inquired. _ i it Only one woman was |) tient to leave. = iy Two “nights before, a sad thing had happened | * inthe house. It was en- || tered by burglars, and a servant who attempted | was murdered. The | family who lived there being of a very nervous temperament were 380 overcome by this dreadful INQUIRE WITHIN. event, that the doctors advised their removal from the premises. A reward of two thousand dollars had been offered for information leading to the conviction of the murderer, and ~~. it was announced that owing to the vigilance of the . police, he must be secreted at no great distance from the place where the crime was committed. Notwithstanding this thrilling account which I received from the woman, who with considerable bravery had occu- a A OL8x MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. pied the house for two days —but not nights—for the pur- pose of disposing of the property to the best advantage, I consented to take possession of it at once, and-for this privilege 1 paid a month’s rent in advance. I tried to obtain a valet, but owing to the innate super- stition of uneducated servants, and to my limited time, my efforts were futile. Being left the sole occupant of the cottage, I was sur- prised myself at discovering within my own breast a some- what indefinable discomfort; especially as the shadows of evening began to fall, and the timbers and floors began to creak —as they will’in a house where the fires are neglected — I almost repented of my bargain. Nine o'clock sharp, was the appointed time for meeting the President, and it was now half-past eight. I had dressed myself in my best habiliments, including my tightest boots, and arranged my rooms very orderly, being determined to bring back a senator or two, or at least a Judge of the Supreme Court, to spend the night with me. 3 This done, I locked the door and ‘rushed down stairs. “YTdiot!” I exclaimed to myself, as I reached the street, “T do believe I am only half-witted to-night, for I have left the windows open, the gas burning, and my letter from the President, which must serve as an introduction, in my other coat. ~ i Back I rushed,*unlocked the door, pulled it open, an immediately I was transfixed with fear. I do not exagger- ate when I say that my heart entirely ceased to beat, and every hair of my head stood on end. In that instant I had seen the fluttering of the counterpane which covered the bed, extending to the floor on either side, and had distmetly HOW I LOST A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT. 319 -eaught sight of the soles of two boots as they vanished from view beneath the bed. I have always been a coward where burglars and robbers are concerned. It results, I suppose, from the blood- x. Sjovddvdd SS SSS Ss t} y, HY) HHA — —— — 2a SS ft; % we ua? Le FA Me ANN aN il i ( fi | why iH TRANSFIXED WITH FEAR. ceurdling fictions told me when a little child by my old witch of a nurse. As soon as I could move, I withdrew from the room and locked the door. Not satisfied with this, 1 brought a lounge - and several chairs from an adjoining room, and braced 320 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. them against the door, till I had completely filled the passage-way, so that by no possible means could the door be forced open into the hall. Then I paused to get breath and reflect. . Sain “Two thousand dollars,” I soliloquized, recalling the offer which had been made for the capture of the male- factor. “TI will make.a present of it to Augusta, and then won’t she be proud of her — hero when she learns how I obtained it.” - Hastening into the street I hailed the first man in sight, told him about the burglar in my chamber, and bade him watch the room and be ready to give the alarm in case anything should happen. Furthermore, I engaged a boy to stay on the side- walk, to see that the des- perado did not throw him- self from the window and AN EXCITED BOY . escape. Then I started for police headquarters, where I gave a thrilling account of my adventure, and as I was determined not to lose full control of the reward, I made a special arrangement with officer ‘Matson, whereby he should act only as my agent and I should be considered the sole principal in the capture. After great haste in getting back to the cottage, we were met by the boy whom I had left in charge of the street department, and he informed us that “jest sure as — = = eke pees “SS ee awe peers: te THE HILARIOUS OFFICER. ca a Pe peragh at HOW I LOST A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT. 328 guns” he had seen the big burglar appear twice at the window. And when, next moment, we met the man whom I had placed at the head of the stairs, he assured us that although the villian had not kicked any at the door, he had. plainly heard his footsteps on the floor. _ Cautiously we removed the barricade —though I was so unfortunate as to make an ugly rent in my coat—and when everything was in readiness, officer Matson grasped his revolver in one hand, turned the key with the other, and suddenly pulled open the door. What? There was . the same fluttering of the coverlet, and the same boots in the same place. In a second of supreme agony, the whole truth flashed upon me. I had changed my boots; and in putting the room to rights in the most approved style, had shoved my old ones under the bed, and in opening the door a draft had been produced which caused the white spread to move rapidly over them. | When officer Matson learned this, I verily feared he would raise the whole city with his aggravating laughter. No, indeed, it was no laughable matter to me. I put a roll of bills into the officer’s hands, and said: “Understand me, sir; this thing must not be made _ public.” “ Of course not,’ replied officer Matson, “but the fact that you thought you had the burglar is already out, and _ spreading like wild-fire in every direction.” “ So it is,’ I answered, “and that part of it cannot be stopped, but that I was frightened half to death at my own boots, is something that no one yet knows except you - and me, and it must never go further.” “Certainly not,’ responded Matson, “but I shall be 324 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. asked all manner of questions about the burglar; and what shall I answer ?” . | “T don’t know,” said I, “but you must make up some- _ thing, anything, and I will not deny your statement of the case, put it how you will.” ‘ “Pledge me this on your honor?” said he. ““T pledge you,” said I. It took me half an hour to find a decent coat, after which I entered a Herdic and was driven to the White House. : Too late. The President had gone to bed. The night watchman refused to wake him. Nor could | find any senators or judges lying around loose who would accompany me to my house. I returned crestfallen and alone, resolving, however, to see the Chief Magistrate early next morning. Next day, 1 was compelled to wait until alate hour for the Chief Executive to get up and dress himself. At last I succeeded in obtaining an audience. To my surprise, the President received me with a most freezing air. “Tf you had come last night,” said he, “ you would have received an enviable appointment, but how can you have the face to intrude yourself upon me since the disgraceful — affair concerning which the papers of to-day give a full account. I staggered. The President glared at me savagely. “ You must admit,” I stammered as soon as I could partly recover my composure, “that no moral turpitude attaches to my recent conduct.” ‘Perhaps you think so,” said he scornfully, “but when a HOW I LOST A GOVERNMENT APPOINTMENT. 325 man has become so addicted to strong drink that he allows himself to get drunk before the public, he is not exactly what we want as a representative of our glorious nation.” “J am glad to hear it; but who says I was drunk ?” “Did you not run through the streets pretending that a burglar was in your bed-room?”’ “ Yes; but who says I was drunk?” “Officer Matson.” “Officer Matson is a li—.” “Be careful sir; he is a relative of mine. I have seen him myself, and he says you could not deny his statement.” True enough. I had promised Matson I would not deny any version of the affair-he might choose to offer. There was nothing for it but for me to bid the President a long farewell. That day I vacated my cottage and returned to New York, giving Augusta a detailed description of my misad- venture. She was not astonished. be CHAPTER xX xed: VICTORY OF THE WOMEN. VERILY believe some of my New York friends experi- : af enced a sensation of difficulty in crediting my explana- tion of the Washington affair, for, to my chagrin, they came to urge me to sign a total abstinence pledge, and to join a temperance society, | Having nothing else to do, I signed and joined. I would have it distinctly understood, however, that I had no more need of such props than a carriage has of a fifth wheel. I disliked very much to bind with galling fetters the glorious American eagle in my bosom. But if any man can resist the tearful entreaties of one hundred and seventeen women, each one bearing a vote, instead of a child in her coming hands, he can do more than I. They convinced me that I was perfectly safe and sound in in all my habits as an individual, but that I was as much more than an individual as sunlight is more than sun. Pretty comparison, is it not? A person is like the sun’s body, which, as such, is comparatively useless, while a per- son’s influence is like the great universal effulgence that shines on the just and on the unjust. One lady said, quoting from Longfellow: “© T feel like Master Joslyn, when he found the hornet’s (826) VICTORY OF THE WOMEN. 327 nest, and thought it some strange fruit until the seeds came out, and then he dropped it.” When I asked her what made her feel that way, she replied, that she merely wanted to illustrate the position of the man who finds the wine cup, and thinks it some strange fruit, until the seeds come out, and then—he does not drop it. “And this,” she continued, “ makes the vice of intem- perance a society interest. If the hornets confined. their deathly stings to the foolish person carrying the nest, other people might conclude, with some show of reason, that they would attend to their own business and let him attend to his. But when the hornets are stinging everybody at ran- dom, it becomes everybody’s business to destroy the nest, in spite of the objections of him who happens to have it in his possession.” I thought I saw some force in these remarks, although they could not justly be called argument, coming, as they did, from a woman.” “But you forget,’ said I, wishing to furnish a sample of genuine masculine logic, “that there is such a thing as_per- sonal liberty, for which our fathers and mothers fought, bled, and died, and with which no municipal, state, or national law must be allowed to interfere.” “That is all very well,’ answered the chairwoman of the New York Christian Union Temperance Universal Suffrage Equal Rights Just Compensation Social Reformation Pray- ing and Working Band, “ but if a railroad company were to adopt the plan of running open passenger cars on its track, it would avail nothing for 1t to plead that the cars were its own, and that if the people did not like them they could withhold their patronage; for the law would step in and compel the company to avoid even the occasion of danger. 2328: MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. That is what we ask of legislation in this case. Intemper ance is running open cars over a rough road day and night. Ten thousand passengers fall off every year, and are either horribly maimed for life or killed outright. Not only the criminally careless thus fall, but they drag with them’ an untold number of innocent women and children.” “True,” I replied, “‘ but I am under the unpleasant neces- sity of showing you how far short your intuitive conception falls of an all-comprehensive rationalistic view of the real situation. This is a great world. And, although many are ruined by intemperance, they constitute but an insignificant minority compared with the millions who daily indulge in intoxicating beverages but are never injured thereby.” Any person but a woman would have been so staggered by this stubborn fact as not to attempt an immediate reply ; but the presiding officer of the New York Christian U. T. U., etc., etc., etc., had me answered before the last word was fairly out of my mouth. Then, just to give me something to think of, she told me how acompany of loafers were once gathered together in the bar-room of a tavern, when a ques- tion arose as to who could hold his leg in a tub of hot water the longest. ; | “ At last,” continued the chairwoman, “a quiet appearing stranger emerged from a dark corner, and requested to have the tub filled with boiling water, and then laid a wager that he would hold his leg in it for five minutes. The water was — provided, when immediately, without wincing, the stranger coolly dipped his leg into it, and held it there the full time, showing no indication of suffering.” * “Do you expect me to believe that?” I inquired, as the — chairwoman paused in her narration. “ A man never believes the unreasonable. No. person’s lower limb could be im- VICTORY OF THE WOMEN. 329 Sao mersed for an instant in water at boiling temperature with- out causing the most excrutiating pain.” & You mistake,” said she. ‘“ For it was afterward discoy- ered that the man had a wooden leg.” “A very good story,” I replied, laughing. ‘“ But I cannot see what it has to do with the immunity from evil which is enjoyed by those who drink moderately of strong drink.” “ Why, can you not see the point?” exclaimed my fair visitor. “ When you hear a person boast that he has drank all his life, and that it has never hurt him, set it down that the head—which should have been the affected part—is essentially wooden.” “ Your judgment is too harsh and sweeping,” I respect- fully suggested. “There have been some great and good men in the world’s history who began with moderate drink- ing, and never went beyond it.” “True, sir; but they had to fight continually against a natural law or tendency, thus exhausting much energy that might have been more usefully expended.” “T do not quite catch your meaning.” “T mean this: The natural habit or tendency of alcohol is to make provision for its own future. Once introduced into the brain, it refits the brain for its convenience with the expectation of coming again. Every time it enters, it makes more elaborate preparations for subsequent visits. If cheese possessed this inherent demand for a constant increase of allowance, I should organize a society to work for the aboli- tion of cheese. Do you understand me now?” I understood more than I was willing to confess, but neg- lected to tell her so. _ “Strong drink,” she continued, “enters the delicate tis- sue of the brain, and, by absorbing the fluids, hardens the 330 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. albumen, and ‘thus makes the victim utterly incapable of comprehending his own danger. Let me illustrate: ‘“'Two men were crossing a slough, when one of them fell ~ into a treacherous mud-hole, from which the other was una- ble to extricate him.” “ How far was he in?” I inquired, thinking to entangle my disputant in the meshes of an improbability. ‘“Up to his knees,” she replied. “His companion must» have been rather puny,” I said, laughing, “if he could not get even the lower part of one’s lower limbs out of the mire.” > ‘“‘T said he was in up to his knees,” responded the woman with considerable emphasis. ‘“ But he was in head first. That is just the way the moderate drinker goes in. There- fore he needs must have much warning to withhold him from the dangerous pitfall, and abundant assistance when first he falls.” Realizing that I was not occupying the most advantageous eround for the complete suppression of the New York Christian U.T. U., etc., etc., etc., Praying and Working Band, T hastened to a new position, and said: “You must admit that the Bible—” But I had no time to finish, for the chairwoman had seen already what I was coming at, and was there herself long enough before me to furnish a volume of answer which would have caused a short-hand reporter to commit suicide.” ‘ SL a Hp ( ah \\\ | fee b j iff i Hi Ov } \ WW 7H DN Pre CMe CIN INNING | VAN AML Up: nN Wass ACROSS THE BOG. CHAPTER I. AN AMBITION GRATIFTED. FTER living in luxury several years, during which I had the satisfaction of seeing my children develope into boys and girls of excellent promise—for our oldest was now geventeen, and Pete, who was kidnapped, and for whom we had always kept a large place in our hearts, would be at least two years older than the twin—I began to weary of easy circumstances, and to yearn for a more active life. Augusta, too, when she considered how many awkward embarrassments my leisure got me into, seemed willing that I should engage in some kind of active business, even though it resulted in depriving her of the sweet consolation of my constant presence. What a self-sacrificing spirit that woman has always had! What should I do? “ Anything to occupy the mind,” suggested Augusta. I realized then that it was not well to have so much mind lying around loose. © About that time I accidentally heard of an opening fora good detective. I had always thought favorably of that profession, and believed that naturally I was well fitted for it. A school-master who had gone from New York, and with whom I had been on terms of warmest friendship, had been (339) ARTS UDG) sane he Le eek a a SAC RE Sg pe Ne ere net aw eee wy SAR ROT Si As een er MN Bre nt in NB ee ts. Sam, ede taal = ye ee OT ene re ae 340 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. murdered in Swampton, Massachusetts, under such pecu- liar circumstances that the perpetrator of the crime had so far remained undiscovered and unknown, notwithstanding a ~ reward had been offered for his arrest and conviction. But, although many persons had been engaged in hunting a clue, no approach to success had yet been made. I was urged by some of my friends, who also were friends of the unfortunate man, to undertake ferreting out the mystery. Little urging was required, for I was glad of an opportunity to show my loyalty of love toward the dead. Besides, I craved just the kind of excitement which such a mission would afford. My first move was to go to Swampton, and learn what I could concerning the family of John Hotchkick, in whose house the school-master had been boarding at the time of his violent decease. I had been told that they had not given a very clear description of the “stranger,” who, they said, had come to their house at midnight, and committed the awful deed. In detective work one must not despise small things. They may be straws, but they serve to show the course of the current. From some of John Hotchkick’s neighbors, especially women, I learned many incidents in connection with his past life that ordinarily would be regarded as too insignifi- cant to merit a moment’s consideration, but which, to my mind, were more or less valuable in application to the case on which I was at work. John Hotchkick and his wife lived in a small way on a small farm, in a small town. When we have said John Hotchkick and his wife we have included the whole tribe. Hotchkick himself was a remnant of a particular family, \ ry. Be.” ‘9 ¢ 2b eee ee * a) Dla, © 0% FL ae 2 ae Ye fo“ rS. ~ y n= i. eae | A Li ee Ths ay Cli hal semen @ ies ell POO BS SS a Pn Pn RE Eee a es weer SEEN = | rat tee kes Peg ee kt AN AMBITION GRATIFIED. 341 of whom heaven and earth had had,enough. Like other remnants, he was held at a discount, and it is quite possible that in a wholesale transaction Providence might have thrown him in, thereby saving the trouble of invoicing him. As for Mrs. Hotchkick, there is some evidence of design in her creation, for, rixatrix that she was, she seemed to have been made on purpose for Hotchkick. If it be true that “ misery Joves company,” there was more solid love in that match than could be found in a whole Mormon city. Cupid’s benevolence is quite apparent, for, had the man married some other woman, and had the woman married some other man, there would have been four persons wretched, instead of two. They were physically incapacitated for any such ceremony as kissing. John’s lips were so thin he could not even whistle to a dog. For the same reason, Mrs. John could not sip her tea, but was obliged to swallow it whole. So when we think of the dog and think of the tea, we are forced to acknowledge it was a fortunate circumstance that the Hotchkick tribe did not increase. An unkissed child would either die or live to curse his existence. Seventeen years before my visit to the family, on a certain November morning, this narrow-gauged couple locked up - their house, and went to Boston to do a little shopping, and this is what occurred to them on their way home late at night : es) “Oh, dear! oh, dear!” exclaimed Mrs. Hotchkick. “Our house is all afire! Hurry! We shall lose everything!” The man muttered some uncouth reply, and began im- mediately to administer a quick succession of blows to his horse with the remnant of a birch rod; but the brute, not a” ge Be SE ok er iputig addle Sia . 5 G sent 3 eo OMe meet : poe Sipe gino SSeS 342 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. being easily excited, utterly failed to realize for some min- utes that any extra effort was required. Whipping, with him, had become monotonous. If he ever thought on the subject, it was to the effect that the laying on of a switch is a sort of ceremony as completely inexplicable as many another _ which is practiced by the human race. That particular portion of his hide which received the blows was so accus- tomed to them that it had become about as nerveless as hig master’s conscience. | “Hit him in a new spot,” cried Mrs. Hotchkick. ‘Quick! hurry!” | In the excitement of the moment, the man who wielded the rod followed the counsel of his wife, and adopted an expe dient which took effect. Leaning half his length out of the wagon, he struck the horse a cutting blow beneath the flank. He would have struck another, but there was no time. The horse was evidently hurt in his feelings. He was touched to the quick, and quick work he did. John Hotchkick escaped uninjured, for the horse, whe had little foresight and no hindsight, and consequently shot without taking aim, struck completely under the man; which was very unfortunate, for the equine brute, as, by missing Hotchkick, hurt himself by coming in contact with some- thing far less soft. By this time, he seemed to think some- body had struck him on his two hoofs, and he determined to clear the ground of all opposition. Having demolished the dashboard, he operated on a jug of molasses; then with his horse-hand he took out from a bandbox Mrs. Hotchkick’s new winter bonnet. So much accomplished, he prospected © around in the dark, till he felt a tin can, which he proceeded to open with his iron shoe. This time he must have succeeded beyond his fondest anticipations, for he “struck ile,” as poor ee aa SU ar Gta Ne AU mens eh Boe at a IPMN ce AD faevnes) SME Se tage i Bhs: peter ayy ge bap atte be mee MO ESI. Reed CANS PL HAL ft F tee. Por Map edae ee” Rees : + aes i ae he La ~ AN AMBITION GRATIFIED. 343 Mrs. Hotchkick very soon realized, being as completely soaked with it as though she had been a lampwick. “Git up! Git up!” yelled Hotchkick, and all the while the beast was “gitting up” just as high as he possibly could. After a while he changed ends, and stood on his hind feet looking at the stars, as though he would calculate the points of compass. Then he made a lurch to one side, and dumped the carriage into a ditch, reserving the two forward wheels for himself, and took them away with him as he withdrew from the scene. Hotchkick arose as quickly as he could, and began to hallo, “ Whoa! whoa!” but the horse must have understood him to say, “Go! go!” for he went. Mrs. Hotchkick crawled out from the debris, declared she was dead, and began to look after the “things,” seme of | which were in the wagon wreck, and others in different directions several yards away. : “Come! come!” cried Hotchkick, “let’s see what’s the matter with the house. Every winder’s ablaze, and we’ve lost everything.” : The twain started on a trot, forgetting their bruises, but were soon out of breath, in spite of their excitement. “JT can’t run another step,’ said Hotchkick, “and I don’t think the house is afire, any way. Don’t you see it’s jest a stiddy light, as though every lamp an’ candle we’ve got was a burnin’ ?” “What can it be?” exclaimed the panting and fainting woman. “Had n’tI better go back and take care of the things whileyou goon? I’m that sore I can’t hardly stan’. ” “No,” said Hotchkick, “you come with me. I may need . your help. P’raps it’s robbers.” E a1 - «B44 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “OQ John, I can’t, I can’t! I jest b’lieve ev'ry bone in my body is broke. Don’t let’s go nigh ’em.” “Oome on, I say,’ was the man’s gruff reply; and they went on quarreling. Reaching the house, they found it extravagantly illumin- ated with blazing lamps and candles. “Our own candles!” exclaimed Mrs. Hotchkick. ¢ And our own lamps!” added her husband, with an oath. They continued cautiously to explore the house, but found nothing startling until the bedroom was reached. | “Til be blasted,” cried Hotchkick, scarcely above a whis- ~ per, “if here haint a roarin’ fire right here in this ere fire- — place, where there never was one afore.” ‘And what’s this ere thing on the bed?” gasped Mrs. Hotehkick. “Oh! oh! oh! It moves. I seen it move.” “‘ Hush up, you goose.” : 3 “O John, don’t touch it, or mebbe it’ll go off.” But by this time, John had pulled a little blanket from _ the strange object, and there, in all its sweetness and inno- cence, was revealed a sleeping child. 9 *¢Somebody’s-pesky young one,” croaked the man. . “Sure *nough, John. And this ere fire was made to keep it warm. It’s what they. call a waif.” “Hum! a pretty mess we’re in, with this imp to take care on. An’ we shall find something missin’ yet; for who- ever left that thing here want one of the sort to go away empty-handed. Turn down the lamps, and blow out the candles. There’s no use squanderin’ what little we’ve got left.” : This loud talk had the effect to awake the babe, who now ‘began to exercise a very vigorous pair of lungs. It was left to cry, however, while Mr. and Mrs. Hotchkick continuod to ; AN AMBITION GRATIFIED. 345 search the house until they were fully satisfied that nothing had been taken away. 3 3 Mrs. Hotchkick’s bravery began to revive. ‘Come, John,” she said, “there aint no time to waste. We must see whar the hoss is, then go back after the wagon and the things. There is the vinegar an’ the sugar, an’ your hat an’ my bon- net, an’ the calico, an’ the molasses, an’ the rum, an’ the nutmegs all scattered about, an’ they must be brought home this. very night, even if we don’t sleep a wink. Besides, we’ve got to decide what’s to be done with this nuisance of a young one. It must be got away as soon as possible, for it might up an’ die, an’ then we’d have to pay for its funeral.” “Jt’s a healthy looking boy,” suggested Hotchkick. “ Healthy, of course,’ replied the woman. ‘“ Anybody can tell that, by the way he screams. But look at here. Whiat’s this, tied up in a handkerchief, an’ as heavy as lead? Bless my stars, if it aint money! Gold pieces, an’ ten of them, as sure’s | live!” Hotechkick took each shining eagle in his hand, scrutin- ized it carefully, smelt it, tasted it, and then rung it on the table until he was fully satisfied that all the coins were gen- uine. Then he carefully hid them away in an old bureau : drawer, which he locked with a key, and then hid the key in another drawer. ““Whatever becomes of the brat,” said he, “this ere money belongs to me; for it was all his fault that we had the accident with the hoss, and smashed our best wagon all to pieces.” “Of course,” replied the wife, “the money is ours; an’ we wont say nothin’ to nobody ’bout it. What suppose—but here’s somethin’ pinned to its sleeve with writin’ on it.” 346 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Although the note was excellently written, it took Hotch- kick and his wife a long time, and required the most vigor- ous cudgeling of their brains to spell it out. Finally, how- ever, they succeeded in reading, as follows: ‘‘(DEAR FRIENDS: With all the anxious solicitation and heart-rend- ing prayer of an unfortunate mother, this precious child is left in your possession, to have and to govern as your wisdom shall dictate. ‘‘As a mother, I part with him reluctantly, and regret that his ille- gitimate birth must forever be a burden and disgrace for which he is in no wise responsible. His false-hearted father has lately died of drunkenness. — : | “J leave with you all the money I have in the world, the sum of one — hundred dollars, which you will expend in caring for the child as he shall need. ‘< By the time he is old enough to know anything he will be as moth- erless as he is now fatherless; for I go my way to the sinful city to to spend a few brief months, and there to die, “A SORROWFUL WoMAN. “P, §.—The boy is named after his father, Pelegon Jinny, ana he was two years old the twentieth of last August. As he has inherited a naturally vigorous constitution, and will of course never aspire to be anything more than a common laborer, he will, undoubtedly, grow te be of great service to you.” “ Aha!” exclaimed Hotchkick, laying down the paper. “T ouess we can’t do better ’n to keep him; for, you see, in a few years he will make us a first-rate chore boy, an’ by the time he’s twelve or fourteen he can do a man’s work on the farm. We must remember we are gcin’ to git old, an’ the time may come when he can carry on our place, an’ be a — sort o’ son to us. 1 don’t b’lieve we shall have any trouble with him, ’cause if he should ever git to be stuck up, we’ve only jest to remind him of his birth, an’ that will alwus keep him down where he b’longs. Hush him up, wife. Don’t you see he is screaming his strength all away? He “AN AMBITION GRATIFIED. — 347 could drive the cows to pastur’ now if his shanks were half as strong as his yelps.” : Thus it was decided that the ill-fated waif should become ene of the family. é At midnight the broken wagon and the “things” had all been brought home, Mrs. Hotchkick had taken an inventory of them a dozen times, the baby had received a drink of fresh milk from the “newest” cow, and, as a climax to the day’s excitement, there was a great racket in the barn, in which one might have: distinguished the sounds of heavy blows, prancing hoofs, and profane cursing. It was John Hotch- kick most unmercifully beating poor old Bill with the rem- nant of a hoe-handle. 3 In another hour, Hotchkick and his wife slept. The weary horse, with aching limbs and quivering flesh, did not lie down at all, but stood and suffered, and thought, perhaps—of what ? : The babe moaned on its pillow, while the rain began pat- tering on the roof, as though Heaven wept; and the wind was freighted only with suggestions of deep sadness, as it eame in fitful gusts against the windows of the room where the child half slept, half feared, and half wished, perhaps, it had never been born. Meanwhile, in another house, not far away, a clergyman was vainly courting “tired Nature’s sweet restorer.” Had his thoughts found utterance, his invalid wife would have been surprised to hear him say, “I hope they will keep the child. It was my advice that gave them the money, and after this they must pay more pew rent.” Sl Be oo A or te nS a ES a I on? eae Pe Pees, PE ON Set BF ys SI a ate ee wri <’ Sr eee Eh ree cae serie est RS aT Gen bas SANT oh Se kD 5 aS Gt Oa har Se eee CHAPTER II. I DO SOME GOOD. O Pelegon Jinny was nearly out of his teens at the time I visited John Hotchkick and wife, asking them if they would take me to board for a while. As they were greedy for the money I offered, I had no difficulty in effecting the arrangement. I soon discovered that I had not been misinformed as to the character of my host and hostess. They were possessed of all that meanness of nature which is the natural result of having inherited from several generations the habitual prac- tice of rigid economy. However much moral or political reformers may deplore extravagance, the fact remains, that constantly studied economy is a virtue only when a neces- sity, while the necessity itself, if long continued, is an unmitigated curse. | During the winter in my strange boarding-place, Pelegon was my most congenial companion, for I found him endowed with excellent qualities of mind and heart. There was about him, however, a painful lack of development, which was quite to be expected, considering the tyrannical bring- ing up to which he had been subjected during the most of. his years. First from sympathy and pity, then from a high sense of appreciation, I grew to love him almost as I would if he had been my own boy. : (348) I DO SOME GOOD. 349 An incident will best illustrate the respective characters of ail the parties concerned. Spring had come—so the almanac said—and the ice in Concord river had just started seaward, when, one day, Hotchkick and Pelegon went to the banks of the river to gather fire-wood. A large tree had succumbed to a recent storm, and now lay sprawling in the water. Hotchkick looked longingly upon it, and at last resolved to walk out as far as he could among the branches, and cut them off. For a time he was quite successful in his undertaking, and had secured at least half a cord of wood, when his foot slipped, and he fell off into deep water. As he had never possessed sufficient enterprise to acquire the art of swimming, he found himself contending against an element with whose friendly acquain- tance he had never honored himself. Instinctively, he caught at a limb of the tree; but as it was one he had just cut off, the next instant both he and the limb were wildly afloat. Then he.let go of the branch and tried to strike bottom with his feet, thinking he could hold his breath and walk to the shore under water. Unluck- ily, this was a feat which his feet refused to perform, and he immediately changed about and threw his toes into the air, as though they could do his breathing. ; Not being able to walk on his head, he resorted to another experiment. Squirming around, he threw up his hands and tried to take hold of something above him; but as the near- est object in that direction was the sky, he was not likely to reach it until after giving his last kick. Just at this instant Pelegon, who had heard the splash while engaged in felling a tree some distance away, left his work, threw off his coat and boots, and plunged into the icy SS see Neer Pt Nadas eae ee ah IE AIO one Oly IRE, SP St POL Mek) Te STNG S: kN aa Stas > PAE. Se. eta ade ye SERA Steere SN arn Ue aie Pere at S55 PreOrder RRR os wile 350 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. water. A moment after, he seized the drowning man by the hair, and drew him ashore. ce ‘It was some time before Hotchkick, half dead with fright and cold, was able to speak; but no sooner had he recovered his voice than he began to curse the boy for not having pulled him out with less delay, and especially for stopping to take off his coat and boots before jumping into the water. ~ Pelegon tried to explain that, as he was only a poor swim- mer, he could not have made headway with so many clothes on; but the enraged man would not listen to reason, and, at this moment happening to discover that he was bare-headed, his wrath broke out afresh. “Where is my hat?” he demanded of Pelegon. “You stupid! there it is, way out in the water, floating down the river. Jumpin an’ git it! Jump in, I say, this instant!” Pelegon, having always been ruled in this tyrannical manner, had no disposition to ‘disobey. So, without wait- ing either to plead or object, he plunged into the water, and struck out bravely toward the hat, which. by this time, had been carried by the wind a considerable distance from the — shore. His limbs soon began to grow numb, so cold was the water, while the garments he had on retarded his move- ments and weighed him heavily down. However, he secured the hat, and was on his way shoreward, almost overpowered with chill and fatigue, when his legs were suddenly seized with cramp, and he could make no further progress. For a moment he struggled with his arms, and then sank below | the surface. His lungs craved air, but,in the effort to obtain it, they received nothing but water; and, in trying to cough this out, he again attempted to inhale, and thus his body became filled with the cold and heavy fluid. In a short space of time, he passed through all the agonies of ~ Reese I DO SOME GOOD. 351 death into that condition of perfect calm just preceding the complete separation of body and soul. Hotchkick, little affected save by his own discomfort, turned toward home, grumbling as he went: “Well, that’s the last of him, an’ my hat’s gone, an’ he haint never paid for his bringin’ up.” “What’s the trouble?” I demanded, just issuing from a clump of elders which fringed a portion of the bank, for I had fortuitously’selected that neighborhood for a ramble. “T am nearly dead,” muttered Hotchkick, ‘‘an’ Pelegon’s ~ drowned.’ When?” “Only a moment ago.” “Where?” I demanded. Hotchkick pointed in the direction in which the boy had been last seen. I was almost overwhelmed with agony. Having never learned to swim, it was useless for me to think of trying it now. 4. looked anxiously in every direction. Not a soul was in sight. Only two houses. One was Hotchkick’s. No help there. The other belonged to an Irish widow with two children. No help there. I wrung my hands and shouted. My voice came back all dead and lay itself down . with my dying hope. Then I started and ran along the river-side, determined to continue till somebody could be found. Beholding a little skiff high and dry on the bank, my hope revived. I seized the boat, and began dragging it toward the water. It went the length of an iron chain and then stopped, being locked toatree. Besides, the oars had been taken away. Hope died. There was an open tin can in the boat, and in this was a strong line and a large fish- hook, used for catching pickerel. 352 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “A pole!” cried 1. In another instant I had found one, and began tying the line to it, while I almost flew along the shore, till I reached the place opposite where Pelegon had gone down. Then I waded into the river waist deep, and throwing the line, with hook and weight attached, could scarcely give it time to sink before drawing it rapidly toward me, only to be disappointed. A little further down stream I threw the line again. No success. Still further downward. In vain. Yet further down the current. The hook caught some- thing. I pulled with all possible steadiness and swiftness. My purpose was accomplished. The hook, being well secured in the boy’s clothing, 1 was enabled.to draw him from the water. If appearances were trustworthy, Pelegon was dead. -Hotchkick declared that. “it aint. nothin’ but folly to try to save him.” I feared the worst, but was determined to leave nothing untried, for I was not ignorant of what should be done in such cases. After taking off my coat and throwing it over the cold form of my cherished young friend, I seized the body and hurriedly carried it, face downward, with the head gently raised, to a hovel close by. _ The woman who lived 'there was so frightened that all her wits went wool-gathering, and for the first minute she could do nothing but hold up her hands in horror and try to keep from fainting. Meanwhile Hotchkick dispatched her two children to tell Mrs. Hotchkick to come over right away and help take care of—Aimself, for he was wet and cold. I suffered not a second to be wasted, but immediately stripped the body of my unconscious charge, and wrapped it in several sheets, which I kept constantly saturated with hot - water. Not until the blood was thus heated did I endeavor I DO SOME GOOD. 353 by friction to reéstablish circulation. At the proper mo- ment, I began vigorously rubbing toward the heart, in order _ that it might be supplied with venous blood. Meanwhile, I rolled the body gently from face to side, to and fro, hoping thereby to set the respiratory organs in motion. Still no sign of life. Still I persisted. Now it was bot- tles of hot water applied to the extremities, arm-pits, and spine, and now a gentle lifting forward of the body, with the face still downward. Everything appeared hopeless, when Mrs. Hotchkick suddenly rushed into the room. ‘ Give him to me!” she exclaimed boisterously. “If anybody can bring him to, I can. I. know all about it. Stand back, here! Stand back!” This seemed to give the other woman courage, and she, too, cried out, “Stand back!” And then, happening to think of something she had once heard her Dublin grand- mother say about salt, she continued, “Och, Missus Hotch- keeck, what ye want is coorse salt. “Rub the body wid it as hard as iver ye con. Here, take the salt, quick!” “No, I won’t have-the salt,’ replied Mrs. Hotchkick, in piercing tones. ‘“ He must be rolled on a bar’l. A pretty set you all be, that you haint got a bar’l afore this. Hurry, now, and bring a bar’l right away.” The two small children were instantly sent to the barn to fetch the barrel. When it came, Mrs. Hotchkick placed it in the middle of the floor, then went to the feet of the pros- _ trate form, and ordered me to take hold of the head. “Stand away!” I exclaimed. “I have charge of this case myself,and you must obey my orders. Bring the hand- bellows. Hurry!” “ Did he say salt ?”’ asked the mistress of the house. The bellows were soon brought, when I put the pipe into 304 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. one of the patient’s nostrils, carefully closing the other and _the mouth, and then blew the bellows lightly in order to inflate the lungs. As soon as the breast was raised a little, I set the nostrils and mouth free, and pressed gently on the chest. This process was several times repeated, during which one woman talked incessantly of the virtue of ‘ coorse salt, by the howly saints,’ while the other told of a “drownded man I once hearn tell on that was saved by rollin’ on a bar’l.” All the while, John Hotchkick stood by and did nothing but grumble about the “tarnation tom-foolery of tryin’ to bring a boy to life what’s already dead’s a door-nail, while I can’t have even a dry shirt.” Finally the chest of Pelegon slightly heaved of its own accord; his lips moved, and his eyes partially opened. Everybody was surprised. But I still continued to work over the prostrate form. : “ T should think somebody might do somethin’ fur me Fok exclaimed John Hotchkick. ‘‘ Haint 1 ben in the water as — well’s that boy? And haint I caught my death’s cold? Pelegon,” he continued, turning abruptly toward the patient, who, at this instant, was enduring that terrible torture te which only those who have been thus rescued from the - ereedy grasp of death can realize. “Pelegon, I say, if you’d had sense enough to’ve got my hat when you got me, you ’d saved us this fuss.” This remark was a hot coal which set on fire my whole nature. For the first time in my life, I was absolutely and irrepressibly filled with wrath. It is not a pleasant thing te record, but the painful truth must be told. Then and there I lost control of my will, and gave myself up to a passion of © which no one would have supposed me capable. _ F's. WE ee bat ter ER Tl ca > NF ce wear? (3! ao way sci ea Ae pt I DO SOME GOOD. 355 ~* Hotchkick,” cried I, “you are the meanest man in the world!” “Tl knock that insult down your throat,’ retorted Hotch- kick, emphasizing the threat with a horrid oath, and at the same time raising his fist to strike me. - My indignation could not wait. I gave John Hotchkick a stinging blow on the right ear, and another on the left— I knocked him square in the face, hit him between the eyes, on the nose, and under the chin. The more thumps I administered, the more spiteful I became; and all the black and blue spots which covered his body were beginning to merge into one spot, although even that could not well be seen, so fast did he spin around and pirouette about, at one moment ricocheting on the sharp angle of a table, and at the next bringing up against the hot stove. There was, indeed, real danger of my killing the man outright; but, happily, the fates ordered otherwise. -Pelegon watched the tragic performance with considera- ble interest, and finally looked at me pleadingly, and, in a slow, weak voice, said: “Don’t, don’t! He won’t catch cold now.” It was an exciting time. Both of the women were screaming at the top of their voices, the one having forgotten “ goorse salt, by the howly saints,’ and the other that there “haint nothin’ like rollin’ on a bar’l.” At last, the whipped man began to beg for mercy like a child. I cannot justify myself in this exercise of corporal punish- ment. Still, ‘¢ Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.” 356 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. All things have an end. So did the scourging of Hotch- kick. , : Shortly after, I had Pelegon removed to Mr. Wordswell’s, where I engaged a pleasant suite of rooms for both of us. Mr. Wordswell and his wife were the wealthiest, most cultured, as well as the most lovable persons with whom I was acquainted in that neighborhood. : Their only child, Ozelia, a beautiful girl of eighteen sum- mers, was now at home on a few weeks’ vacation, she being a member of a young ladies’ boarding-school near Boston. — She and Pelegon had grown to be fast friends. They had been together in all their studies while both attended the Swampton school, and had come to experience a delight in each other’s company which neither could find elsewhere. And now she faithfully administered to the poor boy during his sickness ! As for myself, I found the change of boarding-place very agreeable. I had no occasion to remain longer at the Hotch- kicks’, having learned all that I could from them in refer- ence to the school-master. ; One thing I had noticed from the first: their reticence when that painful subject was broached. As they were not possessed of any tender sentiment, I was left to form the ‘most reasonable conclusion I could as to the true cause of their refusing to be drawn into conversation in relation to the crime. Two other facts had considerable weight in my mind: first, the victim to the terrible deed had never had any ene- mies, so far as could be ascertained; second, he had no money or other valuables, that could furnish temptation to a felon. GOH AP TE ROLE, } A SCHEME. S soon.as Pelegon was able to sit up, John Hotchkick came to take him home. The old fox must have watched his opportunity, for he came just after I had left the house with Mr. and Mrs. Wordswell. The servant was also out; so the only inmates were Ozelia and her patient. Had I mistrusted that such a danger was probable, I would as soon have thought of sacrificing a right arm as of leaving my two young friends to the mercy of the vio- lent-tempered reprobate. Auspiciously, they saw him approaching, and were in time to fasten the door. Without stopping to knock, he attempted to enter. Baf- fled at the front, he hastened around the house, hoping to be successful there. Ozelia, however, was too quick for him, and again his way was barred. But being endowed with brutal persistency, knowing he had no immediate foe to fear, with feline slyness he crawled down an outer stair- way into the cellar. Thence he had no difficulty in finding his way through the kitchen into that part of the house occupied by the frightened girl and convalescent boy. “Git on your hat, an’ come along with me, this instant!” he demanded of Pelegon, in cruel tones. “Oh, he cannot!” pleaded Ozelia. ‘“ Please do not take | (357) at eyes go he ee Lae, . 2 le) pe En ae so Oe, eae RA Mi Sr a ee, Se me yee rapt tae rt Re 5 woe mie Saye, oy bas aieay ees Sees oie . =e c : ‘at i: vit Oe REI, TAA. eee 358 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. him. He is scarcely able to stand, and has not eaten any- thing since the accident except the lightest nourishment.” “ What you got to say ’bout him?” ejaculated the uncouth farmer. ‘ He’s my boy 19 bringin’ up. . Git out o’ my way! “T shall not get out of your way,” answered Ozelia, her whole spirit roused. ‘You will not take Pelegon from this: house without taking me also.” “Look er here, gal, youll git hurt, if you interfere with me. I’m after my rights, an’ I'll have them, no matter what happens.” Saying which, he seized Pelegon by the arm, and began dragging him toward the door. 3 In an instant, Ozelia was endowed with all the heroism of fully developed womanhood. To hold Pelegon with one hand and keep off the infuriated girl with the other gave Hotchkick all he could attend to. A lively scuffle ensued. Brute force, however, was too much, even for the best that could be done by the young people, and, inch by inch, they were drawn toward the cellar stairs; for Hotchkick wisely concluded that he had better go out the way he came in, thus avoiding bolted doors. On the stairway occurred the chief tug of conflict, and a very dangerous place it was, for a fall to the cellar-bottom might have crippled a person for life. Undoubtedly, it was Ozelia’s intention to hold Pelegon back and push Hotchkick forward. So nearly was she successful in this that the farmer was just on the point of falling backward, when he loosened his hold on the boy, and reached up to take hold of something. 5 Now it happened that overhead was a wire that Mr. leastways, ontil he’s paid fur his — oh i : 4 ve 4 y y H i \\ Hy) | H " HI lI ia _ h i \ i JOHN HOTCHKICK TIED FAST TO A POST. ME ae Re en ne oe Se GP ORE, 3 ee ey > a “x Dol x r nT e A SCHEME. 361 Wordswell used in experimenting with electric lights, and it was carrying a strong current. No sooner had John Hotch- kick taken hold of it than it took hold of him. Almost lit- erally, he was struck by lightning; but, not knowing what was the matter, he erasped the wire with increased firmness, until his hand was so completely paralyzed that he was powerless to remove it. This frightened him to the extent ef utterly unstringing his nerves, and leaving him as weak as an infant. Ozelia soon observed the peril he was in; but not until. she had bound his feet together with a rope, and tied his dangling arm to his side, did she sever the electric wire with a hatchet, and let the poor man slide down stairs, at the imminent risk of ruining his clothes. She and Pelegon then bound his other arm, and tied be to a post, so that, in case the paralysis should leave him, he would still be harmless. When Mr. and Mrs. Wordswell and I returned from our neighboring visit, and saw the condition which the house was in, we were astonished. All the way from the sick chamber to the cellar-door in the kitchen there were pieces of broken furniture, extracted. door-knobs, torn carpets, and confusion worse confounded. Mrs. Wordswell turned white, threw up her hands, then sat down on a three-legged chair—a part of the common ruin—and tumbled to the floor. Mr. Wordswell remarked, when he had succeeded in prop- - erly adjusting his wife: “ Well, well! This house must have been struck by a cyclone!” “There has been a mad bull in here,” I ventured to sug: gest.” ‘ 22 362 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Yes,” said Ozelia; “‘and if you will come down cellar, you shall see where we have tied him.” I followed at her heels, and Mr. Wordswell followed at mine, while his wife and Pelegon brought up the rear. I had reason to beheve I had already met with some sur- prises in my hfe, but when I saw John Hotchkick, bound hand and foot and tied to a post, all other surprises were eclipsed. “Somebody will suffer for this afore ?’m through with *om!” he groaned. : > remarked Ozelia, “so “You will not be very dangerous, ‘ long as a sick boy and a mere school-girl can throw you down cellar, and tie you up in a bundle.” “Did you de this?’’? demanded Mr. Wordswell, foacing first at Pelegon, then at his daughter. “ Hivery bit of it,” answered Ozelia. ‘“‘ He came up through the cellar by stealth, and undertook to carry off my patient by bluster and force. By taking a good look at him, you can see just how far he has got toward accomplishing his ~ purpose.” 3 How I envied that noble girl! -Her father drew her to his breast, and fervently kissed her. I envied him, too. After we had compelled Hotchkick to take an oath to keep the peace, and never again to molest Pelegon, we allowed him to betake himself to his own habitation, where he could give such account of himself to his better, or worse, half, as his unscrupulous conscience would allow. It was not long before Mr. Wordswell and his wife eeu to observe that the two children, as they called their daugh- ter and Pelegon, were exhibiting much more than ordinary fondness for each other. “We must not allow them to be together so much,” said 3 A SCHEME. 3638 Mr. Wordswell, “and I shall take it upon myself to see that Ozelia is cautioned.” This parental interference had the natural effect of devel- oping in the two young persons that quality of love which most thrives when most opposed, until it becomes more unconquerable than any other trait in human nature. The dormant ‘virtue of souls is never fully aroused until Shall and Shall Not meet face to face, and fight like gods. I saw into the hearts of my young friends, but I com- muned only with myself in regard to the subject. Just now I was greatly interested in another matter. It might have been a month after Pelegon’s escape from a watery grave when he and I were conversing together in the library, recalling the thrilling incidents of the rescue ] “J want to tell you,’ said he, “something that appears very strange. While I was in the river, I had a great many curious thoughts and sensations. In about a minute I remembered everything I had ever seen, heard, or done.” “ What was the first event of your life which you brought to mind ?” I asked. “That is the very thing I want to tell you about,” answered Pelegon, “for it is a queer circumstance. I remembered just as plainly as could be how I was on a bed, and saw aman put wood on a hearth and build a fire. I remembered how afraid I was, and how I cried out, and he immediately forced something into my mouth, and made me swallow it.” : “Did you recall how the man looked ?” “Yes, he came before my mind just as natural as life. He was a short, thick-set man, dark-complexioned, with snarly black hair and whiskers.” “Who do you suppose he could have been ?” inquired I. 864 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Tam almost certain he was the man who first brought me to father Hotchkick’s.” ! “The man. I have been told it was a woman—your mother.” “Yes; so everybody says, but nobody saw her. I have tried to remember back to that night a thousand times, and occasionally have had just a second’s faint recollection of seeing a man stand over me, and of watching him through my tears as he built the fire in the fire-place. Then when I would try to fix the incidents more clearly in my mind they would all melt away.” “ Have you never met the man since the time you lay on the bed and saw him build the fire?” I asked. ‘“‘No; J am sure I have not.” = Could not somebody have built a fire in your bedroom when you were older, and isn’t that what you recollect ?” ‘“‘No; for since that time I have never been where there was a bed and a fire in the same room.’ *“ Do you think you should know that strange man if you were to see him again ?” “ Yes: I am certain of it.” — “He must have made a deep impression on your “childish mind, and it only needed that unfolding of the mental record which generally precedes the flight of a soul, to bring his features again before you. Perhaps something of great importance will grow out of this. In fact, your experience in nearly drowning may be one of the mysterious ways in which Providence is moving for the accomplishment of a purpose. By the by,” 1 continued, “‘I have often wished I could see that note which, as I have been told, was pinned to your dress when you were left at Hotchkick’s. Is it still in existence ?” f CHAPTER LV. MICE IN THE PLOT. “7 T was a cloudy, moonless night when Pelegon carefully q raised a back window, through which he passed into ‘the kitchen of the Hotchkick house, while I waited outside. Slowly and stealthily the boy felt his way, till-_he came to the sitting-room, off which opened the bedroom usually occu- pied by the farmer and his wife. Now, although the bedroom door was wide open, Pelegon remained quiet some moments before he could detect the ~faintest sound. Then somebody turned over in bed; then ‘Mother Hotchkick was seized with a cough, after which she muttered something the boy could not understand; and next there was a jarring of the floor, and somebody was out of bed striking a match to light the candle. Pelegon, all a tremble, stooped down and crawled under a table, which, fortunately, was covered with a cloth large enough to entirely conceal him. He was none too quick, for scarcely had he thus secreted himself when Mrs. Hotchkick came out into the sitting-room, bringing the candle in her hand. Setting it on the table, she glanced at the old eight- day clock, which stood in the corner of the room, and remarked, almost in a whisper, “Nearly ‘leven, an’ he aint here yet.” Then she went to the window, raised the sash, and looked out. (866) ee em RT elt og eT TD Rt BE en, ar ‘ou eo a ee SOA a lacie oa ay ee mys ey a ays 4iqo te ae 4 See oh ie hae aaa Wes 74 : : fey a ke ‘ { “ 4 ‘ ts i 7 Sieh > MICE IN THE PLOT. 367 “ Dark’s a pocket!” she exclaimed. ‘“P’raps somethin’s happened to him. I’m afeared—no, thar’s the wheels on the bridge, he’ll come in a few minutes, so [ll jest set here an’ wait for him.” Thus soliloquizing, she sat down in a chair, placed her elbow on the table, and leaned her head on her hand. Pelegon felt shghtly uncomfortable; but, nevertheless, the idea flashed across his mind what a good joke it would be to yelp like a dog, seize the old woman by her bare feet, then jump and run, leaving her half scared to death. Yet, fascinating as it was, this temptation would have been resisted, had not Mrs. Hotchkick suddenly stretched out her foot, bringing it in contact with Pelegon’s knee. He knew that her next move would be to look under the table to see what she had hit; so he resolved to put his plan into execu- tion without delay. Mrs. Hotchkick had always felt an insane aversion toward dogs, being thrown into a fit of mortal terror whenever one came into her presence. Now, when she heard a savage growl, followed by the violent and painful seizure of her toes—which with many corns were afflicted—she set up ‘such a night-rending screech, that might have alarmed a whole neighborhood. For my part, 1 thought bedlam had broken loose, and, while wondering what it all meant, a figure dressed in white came flying around the corner of the house with such aston- ishing velocity that I had no time to get out of the way before being knocked into a promiscuous heap, while, a little distance off, lay another mass of confusion made up of a ghostly form, which had been seriously telescoped in the collision. : To cut the matter short, here was the prostrate form of 4 368 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Mrs. Hotchkick, who, either from fright or concussion of the brain, was now quite unconscious. Although I myself felt the need of being hauled up for repairs, | could not think of leaving this insensible womam without endeavoring to revive her. With Pelegon’s assist-— ance, | was just meeting with success when Mr. Hotchkick dtove up in front of the house, and began calling on his wife to come out and unhitch the horse, saying that he was” sick, which was quite likely, as it was his custom, when away from home during meal time, to go without eating, and to use the money thus saved in paying for grog. Judg- ing from the thickness of his voice on this occasion, he must have deprived himself of both dinner and supper. Not getting any response to his repeated calls, his hot temper rose, and he applied names to his wife, which, for- tunately for her peace of mind, she was not in condition to comprehend. Such was the efficacy of my medical skill, however, that it was not long before my patient became cog- nizant of her husband’s dulcet tones, and succeeded in mak- ing herself heard in reply to him. Pelegon and I hastily glided into a clump of bushes, where we awaited developments. Kre long, the old farmer staggered around the house; but. “when he saw how strangely his wife looked and acted, he was nonplussed. “Whar d’ ye git yer liquor?” he demanded, as the poor woman, in trying to stand on her feet, fell over from sheer - weakness. “A creat dog tared me all to pieces,’ gasped Mrs. Hotchkick. “ Wal, I guess thar’s ‘nut uv yer left, sich as it is, to onhitch the hoss—come along!” said the unfeeling man, MICE IN THE PLOT. 369 ‘Lead me!” pleaded the woman. “Yes, Pll lead yer,” he answered, taking hold of her arm. > “Git up, now! You’re drunk as a fool; that’s what’s the matter. Come along! Stop saggin’ down so!” — Neither of them could walk straight, and it was difficult to decide which stood most in need of assistance. They grazed against every tree, and fell over every stone, until finally John got himself somewhat cooled off by acci- dentally taking a seat in a tub full of rain-water. By this time Mrs. Hotchkick had so far regained her _ strength as to be able to render the necessary aid in releas- ing her lord and master from his sorry predicament. Coming to the place where the horse had been left, he was not to be found. Huving gone unfed since morning, the natural instinct of hunger made the beast impatient to be taken from the wagon, and prompted him, at last, to ge in search of his owner, or, more likely, his stable. Owing, however, to one of the lines being fastened tighter than the other, which drew on the bit, the animal, having started, was guided into a near-by open field, in which was a deep well covered with decaying boards. Upon these the horse stepped ; but his weight caused them to give way the instant his fore feet came upon the weakened covering. There was a deafening crash, as the wagon went to pieces in trying to follow the horse, succeeded by a subdued splash —then all was quiet as the grave. When Mrs. Hotchkick had sufficiently recovered her senses to bring a lighted lantern from the house, she and her husband proceeded to ascertain the amount of damage done. A broken up wagon was all that could be found until, lowering the lantern by a clothes-line into. the well, the short stub of a tail was revealed, standing proudly erect - 370 ' MY WIFR’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. in the midst of the dark waters. That was the end of a long-suffering horse. Eee Hotchkick, nursing his anger, went into the house and went to bed. It had been an unlucky day with him, for, as I afterwards learned, he had been to Boston to secure the aid of a lawyer in bringing a suit for damages against me, but had met with no encouragement. “ How about that paper which we came here to obtain?” said I to Pelegon, when we were once more by ourselves. “Oh! I have it,’ he answered. ‘I took the little bureau drawer and all there was in it—for I had no time to make selections — while Marm Hotchkick was bounding out of _ the house, thinking there was a mad dog at her heels.” We repaired to the wood-shed, lighted a torch, and made ready to examine the note which referred to Pelegon. “| fear,’ said I, after a moment’s reflection, “‘ we are engaged in bad business; for if this paper is really import- ant in the matter of discovering the crime which has robbed you of birthright, you will be suspected of taking it. Then Mrs. Hotchkick’s fright and the death of the horse will be charged to you also. “Certainly,” responded Pelegon.. “I will take the papers” right back and put them where I found them.” . “Hold the torch while I read the note about you,” I said. Pelegon did so, and I carefully read the document. “Yes,” I remarked, after having folded it, “the hand- writing is that of a woman, but it is not that of a mother. There is no heart in it.” “Let us burn it in the torch,” pleaded the boy. “No,” I replied; ‘‘I will keep it in my possession, hoping that in some way it will be the means of discovering guilt and rewarding innocence.” } MICE IN THE PLOT. aves “ But won’t I be suspicioned?” asked Pelegon, whose imagination was again tortured by the vision of wrathful Hotchkick. Again I remained silent, wholly absorbed in thought. When at last I spoke, it was only to say: “Hear those mice! I wish we could catch one.” : “T know where they have a nest,” answered the boy. “I fixed a place for them, myself, and I used to keep them for _ pets, and thought a good deal of them, too.” ‘Let me look at the nest,” said I. Pelegon climbed upon the wood, reached over behind a beam, took out a little box, and removed the cover. “Oh, look!” he exclaimed. “Here are young ones. Little bits of things no bigger than a bumble-bee, and not a hair on them!” “Good!” said I. “They are just what I want,” and taking a knife, I proceeded to cut a small hole in the corner of the back end of the drawer. I then used the sharp point of the blade for denting the surface around the aperture until it had every appearance of being the workmanship of a mouse. — This done, I tore some of the papers which had been found in the drawer into very small fragments, of which, I soon had enough to build a nest which any little rodent would have been proud to own. Then I carefully placed the five baby mice in their new bed, laid them away in the bottom of the drawer, and bade Pelegon return it to its proper place in the bureau. Next day, what Hotchkick told his wife was that “the pesky, blarsted mice had got into the bureau and made a terrible muss with his papers, while the note about Pelegon was teetotally chawed up.” CHAPTER V. : IN JAIL. aes: ae M*™ CRUDELL was called a Christian. She was considered such by her towns-people, who judged - her entirely by her public acts‘and professions, never having much opportunity to observe her in and about her home and household. She had been baptized, taken into the Swamp- — Be, ton church, elected to offices in the various societies and undertakings of the church of which she was a member, and was regarded as quite a shining light in the denominational = == firmament. . é : Although Mrs. Crudell was always exceedingly amiable - “ while engaged in official duties in the presence of her sisters, oe. zi she nevertheless suffered from the confirmed habit of losing < “her temper when annoyed by the homely affairs of domestic- 2 S life - Christians as well as philosophers have their inconsisten- a cies. I believe I have a few myself. Theoretically hold ae that God rules the universe in every particular, and that through infinite love he will eventually right all wrongs, fully and freely compensating every person who may have : suffered temporary injustice. This theory, however, does — aM not in the least prevent my soul from becoming hot with % indignation whenever I see dumb animals or innocent chil- . Ec dren abused. It is painful to record, although truth compels fa : a Foi : Ch) aan Bi Ac ie ie we > = a ee b ra > IN JAIL. ole the acknowledgment, that Iam liable, on occasion, to undergo _ what might be termed wrathful insanity, as, for instance, when I almost succeeded in making a poor quality of jelly of John Hotchkick, on the memorable occasion when Pelegon was nearly drowned in the Concord River. One day Mrs. Crudell was dreadfully cross. The explana- tion is this: On the previous evening she had delivered an earnest religious address. Every one who heard it believed that her words were made eloquent with the spirit of Chris- tian love. She zealously exhorted her brothers and sisters to live lives of gentleness and affection, etc., etc. Those who have never thrown their whole soul into a pub- lic address, do not realize the after consequences. What ‘does such an expenditure involve but that the very energy and vitality of the speaker are perilously reduced. Thus one may vehemently urge the multitude to resist temptation, while he himself, by that very appeal, is exhausting the very power which he himself will next day need in order to follow his own advice. So it came to pass that Mrs. Crudell arose on the morning following her rhetorical effort, feeling quite nervous, and consequently irritable. Finding the cat at the foot of her bed,—an occurrence quite contrary to the rules which she had made for the government of cats,—she seized the luck- less animal by that long and sensitive portion of its anatomy which is always the last thing we see when a cat turns a corner, and attempted to throw Miss Tabby violently against the floor. But somehow a cat is wonderfully active. This one in particular, although taken up when soundly asleep, and has- tily discharged from a most effective slinging-machine, found plenty of time before parting with her mistress to awake, 314 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. stretch every nerve, turn a grand somersault, and drive her claws into Mrs. Crudell’s bare arm. The exasperated woman now uttered a cry, in which some slang words might have been detected. She hated slang, and the fact that she had allowed herself to use it served only to increase her anger, and when she saw the cat still sitting on the bed, audaciously looking at her, her rage became towering as she pronounced the same judgment on the animal that, through all past ages, has been sacredly reserved for infidels. | The cat seized the first opportunity to leave the house, and was possessed of too much feline sense to return for her breakfast. 3 _ Mrs. Crudell’s little boy, three years of age, was less for- tunate. He cried because the cat had gone, and was sternly told to “shut up.” Then he cried the louder, and his mother struck him for disobedience. More crying and more striking followed, till the little fellow was almost strangled trying to suppress the sobs which Nature had provided for his relief, but which were exceedingly objectionable to the woman with unstrung nerves. At breakfast the moaning child could eat nothing, for his veins were full of rushing fever. This of itself made him fretful, and the mother’s patience was so completely exhausted that. matters grew worse instead of better. When, at last, this trembling victim of maternal wrath sought safety by crawling out at the door, and was so luck- less as to fall into the dirt, he was immediately seized by the hair, cuffed sharply on the ear, and dragged over the door-sill, without regard to consequences. His screams were now so piercing that Mrs. Crudell forcibly held her hand — over his little mouth, creating at once an agony anda danger, IN JAIL. 315 the seriousness of which it is hardly possible to suppose she could have comprehended. ‘Then she thought of the dark closet, the very mention of which filled the boy’s tender heart with unspeakable torment, and into this dreaded place she savagely thrust him, saying, as she tightly closed the door, that he must stay there until a great black bear would come to-tear him all to pieces. It was just at this moment that I happened to be returning from a somewhat lengthy morning walk. While coming over the brow of a hill not far from the house, I had been an unwilling and unobserved witness to Mrs. Crudell’s treat- ment of her child. Such a scene was my poison. What though my philosophy assured me that sometime in God’s eternity that child would be richly compensated for all its wrongs? It requires hours of the closest reasoning to ascend all the logical steps whieh justify such a conclu- sion, while it takes but one second to behold cruelty; and it is generally the one second, instead of the hours of logical reasoning, which decides a man’s conduct. The heart never aspires to climb those dizzy heights where intellect is victo- rious, for it has a world of its own into which philosophy is never allowed to intrude. So it was at the moment of which Iam writing. For the time being I was not a philosopher but an avenger. | Not stopping to reflect I rushed madly into the house, seized the woman by the arm, and shook her till she fell. I then hurried to the closet, where I found the child in an almost fatal convulsion, its unconscious paroxysms being exceedingly painful to behold. Mrs. Crudell, not knowing who I was, and mistaking me for a desperado, set up a series of shrieks which seemed intended to wake the dead. Oy eae 876 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ra “Come, come! Get up here and behave yourself!” IT exclaimed, at the same time lending a hand to assist her. “ Look to your child, in that pitiful condition.” But a new development was about to open. The woman’s stentorian outcry had alarmed Mr. Crudell, who had been working in a field not far away, and now he arrived at the house just in time to see me laying hold of the woman in the attempt to help her up. “Oh, husband! take him off! He is trying to kill me!” was her excited appeal. pee Of course the husband could do nothing less than to seize the supposed outlaw, and he immediately did so in quite a rough manner, being a much stronger man than myself. I ought not to have resisted, but I did, and the exciting combat which followed was such an unpleasant affair that its record shall have no place on these pages. In the afternoon of the same day a warrant was issued by the court, causing me to be arrested and thrown into jail, charged, first, with assault and battery on Mrs. Crudell; and charged, second, with assault and battery on Mr. Crudell. Perhaps it is not strange that almost the entire population of Swampton arrived hastily at the conclusion that they had secured a criminal of the deepest dye. Indeed, there were those who stood ready, at a moment’s notice, to join a mob and lynch me. News-mongers gloated over sensational accounts of my infamy, while Mrs. Crudell was the recipient’ of boundless sympathy and laudation. In Parson Drowthers’ sermon on the following Sunday, she was spoken of as a noble woman, who had been foully attacked by a ruffian. John Hotchkick told his wife that he was not the least bit surprised, for he had “ knowed ” all the time that I was a “blarsted bad man,” and would come to a bad end. IN JAIL. 8TT Mrs. Hotchkick told her husband that she “ could n’t see for the life of her what the Lord was thinkin’ on when he made such a wretched wretch for to be a pester to decent TOMB. 2 cts Parson Drowthers told Mrs. Crudell, while holding his lips very close to her tiny ear, that, in his opinion, the man who had dared to lay his foul hands on her sacred person was now in a fair way to receive evidence of God’s eternal wrath. . Mrs. Crudell told Parson Drowthers, while holding her rosy lips close to his enormous ear, that. her nervous system was so unstrung by the attack which had been made upon her, that if it were not for the comforting words of her dear pastor she should pray for the angel of death to release her. Immediately Parson Drowthers lisped other comforting words into her delicate organ of hearing. Mr. Wordswell, as also his wife and daughter, spoke only in the kindest terms of me, and determined to do everything - in their power to save my person and my reputation from harm. There was only one human being who shed tears over the unhappy occurrence, and that one was Pelegon Jinny. Day and night he sustained a grief of which few hearts are capa-- - ple. He who had never known a father seemed now to have lost one. For the first time in his life he prayed, and his prayer was that his friend might be taken out of prison, or else that he might go there, too, and be shut up with him. 23 . CH APA BR eVa THE FURIES. LL-FATED Swampton lay in the path of the tornado. The day had been unusually hot, and at four o’clock . in the afternoon a deathly stillness prevailed. Not a leaf quivered, and the lightest of downy dust, failing to find a current in the air, twirled about itself in a lazy way, hesi- tating whether to rise or fall. Was Nature sleeping, dying, or what? Nothing of the kind. She was busily engaged in her laboratory, brewing a — terrible tempest, which, in a moment more, would be turned loose on the face of the earth, to carry death and destruction to the children of men. A large, leaden-colored cloud came rolling up from the west, when it was suddenly brought into contact with another, coming from the south. Soon after a terrific noise resounded from Swampton’s great pine woods, and people saw a swath of trees mown down like grass before some tremendous scythe. An irresistible giant twisted them about, tore them from the ground, and tossed them hastily aside, as though he would make a road for the forth-coming chariots of a celestial army. A spiral column hung from cloud to earth, like a black, insatiate serpent let loose from chains and night and woe. With forked tongue of fire it lapped great mouthfuls from (378) THE FURIES. 379 garden, field, and forest, crunched them to dust and splin- ters, and then ejected them into the face of heaven, as though its wrath would vent itself on the Most High. Grappling Mr. Wordswell’s barn, it carried it to a place within a few feet of the front door of his house, and there set it down without doing him any further damage. It vis- ited John Hotehkick’s orchard, leaving him not a single fruit-tree, while it conveyed his fence, he knew not where, and scattered his precious wood-pile until not one stick was left upon another. Mrs. Hotchkick’s hens were almost entirely denuded of feathers, yet were not seriously injured, although exhibiting considerable surprise over their Greek slave condition. Thus did the elephantine monster march on, reaching out here and there to wind-his huge proboscis around some giant oak, which was pulled up as easily as though it had been a tender herb. Whenever the storm struck a house or hollow object of any kind, it seemed to envelop the whole structure in a very light, etherial atmosphere, the result being that everything was blown outward by the sudden expansion of the confined denser air. Coming to the village the whirl danced up and down in such apparent glee that it jumped some houses completely, and fell heavily down upon others in the same line of march. Striking Swampton church its ecstasy must have changed to vengeance, for it hurled every wall outward with terrible force, while the roof went upward for some distance and then paused, as though waiting for all else to be removed, when it descended upon the church floor with a great crash. _ Oh, how this monster from the “ cave of winds” writhed and darted and hissed! How fearful the contortions of its 880 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. body, and with what whiz and rattle and thud it pees onward — in its work of devastation and death! Reaching the Concord River at last, it greedily swallowed a great volume of water, and thus, having overladen its stomach, fell to the earth, a helpless invalid, while the - zephyrs of gentleness and peace took the dying cyclone in their loving arms and bore it softly away. And now the villagers sallied forth from cellars and — hiding- places, to see what was left to show of their worldly — goods. The spot where their church had stood was almost — the first to attract attention, and to call forth expressions of erief. Hastening to examine the inexplicable ruin, they were soon standing upon the prostrate roof, looking far and near for the remaining portions of their temple of worship. ‘ Suddenly a feeble human cry was heard, issuing from the débris beneath their feet. ‘ Quick! quick!” exclaimed the excited villagers. ‘Somebody is buried here. Bring an axe,—crow-bar! Take hold! Lift the roof! Hurry!” There was considerable delay before the proper tools could be had, and meanwhile the townsmen speculated upon the mystery of who the person was that had been in the church when the disaster occurred. No one could think of any good reason for visiting the house except during religious services. However, the period for surmising must be of short duration. Painful groans from below still continued, but were growing. more and more feeble every moment. Axe and crow-bar were now at work, cutting and tearing away a portion of the roof. It seemed a time interminable iS before the rent was made large enough for a human body, and then it was not in the right place. Other shingles had to be torn off, other boards split, and other rafters cut asunder. THE FURIES. 381 At last a human form was reached. Although the face was shockingly bruised and almost beyond recognition, there was no mistaking the man. He was Parson Drowthers. Strong arms were immediately thrown-about him, while swift feet hurried toward the doctor’s office, to which the suffering minister was conveyed for the medical or surgical assistance he so much needed. “Where do you suffer most ?” asked the physician, when he had given the patient a strong, stimulating drug. “Is she dead ?”’ faintly groaned Drowthers. We ho? 7 | “She who was with me,” came the whispered response: The men who had brought the wounded clergyman to the office waited to hear no more, but rushed back to announce that a woman was buried in the same ruins. Their speed was unnecessary, however, for others had discovered the crushed mortal, and were already bearing the remains away. { “They have found the woman!” exclaimed the doctor, looking out. ‘“ Here,’ he continued, addressing Lou Cra, who had just come in, “stay with this-dying man while I see to the other person.” “ Nothing to see about, for she is already dead,” answered Lou Cra. But the doctor hurried on toward the scene of the terrible catastrophe. * Did you say that Mrs. Crudell was dead ?” inquired the minister, manifesting a strange, wild energy. “ Yes,” answered Lou Cra, “I said she was dead, but I did not emphasize dead as I might if she had been permitted to live. Oh, you need n’t stare at me in that way, as though ‘you would try to make me out! Do you remember Louisa Gracraft? Oh, yes! I see you do not forget. Here then aU REL MEE sta oT ea ea ae foe $82 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. you behold Louisa Cracraft herself, and, although the hand of death is already upon you, he shall not take you away until you have received my curse.” “‘] deserve it,’ groaned the minister. ‘God forgive me for that marriage certificate.” “ Ah! and will you now undo the wrong you have done me?” asked Lou Cra. “‘T was greatly tempted,” continued the minister, paying no attention to the question. “My salary was small. I could not live on it. JI needed the money. Huntgill was a_ wicked man. I wonder if he is dead and if I shall meet him. He was in Colorado the last I heard. Come closer to me, my good woman.” Lou Cra bent over the wretched clergyman. “Tell everybody,” said he, speaking with great effort, “ te be good and kind to Pelegon.” ‘¢ Whose child is he ?”” demanded Lou Cra, in stern tones. “Oh, don’t speak so! Tell him to find Huntgill, and then he —I —” the words of the minister died upon his lips, and in another moment his breath had forever ceased. __ His tragic end, as also that of Mrs. Crudell, was produc- tive of much mourning. Lou Cra, —or Crazy Lou, as she was frequently called, — continued to be Swampton’s mystery. © On the day of the funeral she visited me in jail, telling me all that Parson Drowthers had said in his last moments. I was intensely interested. “¢ What could he have meant ?”’ I inquired. “J dare not tell you,” she replied, “ for it is so related to my own misfortunes that I know I should go mad again if I were to talk over and reveal to you the terrible experiences of my life.” Te MU Tr ee an BE a hy ; —= * (j taeestdy rst tH ty of fin iN (| Hh, i ih WA Uh, Hs) Hf H if i IN \ ath Wi NY hi Ni aE AVEC A i} eA N} htt i Mh i WAI He ASN i shy KY Hy, \ NY NN NG aA \ iy hry RY ANY A i Mi f A LOU CRA VISITS THE PRISON. THE FURIES. 385 “Do you mean to say that you have sometime been mad ?” I asked. . | “ Yes, but that is a secretfor youonly. Don’t tell! You ~ have been my best friend, and I confide in you. They took me to an asylum. It was dreadful. I was there an eter- nity; then the doctor said I was cured and could go away, but he made me promise that I would never talk with any one about my wrongs,—about my dear brother who died a bachelor and worth a million; about the counterfeit marriage certificate; about the child that was brought into court to establish the monstrous claim of the conspirators; about Huntgill, who did the kidnapping, and all the hateful work ; about Pelegon,—but that is not his true name; about the murder of the school-master,—oh, no! that has happened since, but it belongs to the same web.” “ But tell me —” I began. “Stop!” exclaimed the woman, becoming excited. ‘ How dare you question me when I told you I was under promise not to talk on these subjects? Go to Colorado! Find Huntgill. He isthe man. Compel him to tell all. Save a noble boy from a disgraceful name. Return him to his kin! Do good! Iam not—” | She became almost raving, so I checked and quieted her as best I could. My mind was soon made up. I would go to Colorado and take Pelegon with me. Next day I was out of jail, for it was decided by the plain- tiff that there should be no trial on the charges against me. Mr. Crudell had been closeted with a lawyer, from whom he received a few hints that set him thinking. At first he was determined to have me punished to the full extent of the law’s power; but when he was told that my attorney 386 | - MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. _ = would pr nheed to show that I had possessed no einer motive than to protect a little child from dangerous abuse, and that the lawyer would very likely call witnesses from among Mr. Crudell’s neighbors, and, perhaps, be able to prove that Mrs. Crudell was in the habit of punishing her children rather harshly, the husband exclaimed, ‘That is enough! Let the case be droped as This explains why the State’s attorney ordered a nolle prosequi to be entered upon the records opposite “ The Com- monwealth versus August Berkeley,” and why, forthwith, [i received an honorable discharge. CHAPTER VII. A POINT. GAINED. _——='T' was announced that the Governor of the Commonwealth Jae if would address a mass meeting at L——. Everybody _ wanted to hear him. Pelegon and Ozelia stole away in the ~ absence of Mr. Wordswell, and greatly enjoyed walking to bees the place, a distance of three miles. It was much further by way of the road, but. Pelegon was acquainted with a foot- path through the woods which led straight to L They were so long in getting there, even by this short cut,—so many times did they have to stop to rest or to gather the beautiful autumn leaves, —that they were caught in a shower at the last minute, and the Goyernor’s speech was ended before they arrived. However, they found no cause for complaint. Too young and happy were they to feel any bit- : terness over such vicissitudes. They enjoyed each other. ee Any additional source of enjoyment was superfluous. Oh, that the ereater part of humanity could be thus classified, — two by two,—and that each couple could find such complete happiness in each other that the deprivation of external blessings would scarcely be felt ! But Pelegon and Ozelia must return. There was not time to walk by the circuitous route. Both of them realized the propriety of getting home before dark, especially as Mr. Wordswell himself was ex pected to be there at an early hour. > (387) 388 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Our young friends now had a pleasant walk, under diffi- - culties. To older and less sentimental —or shall we say to less affectionate—persons, it would have been extremely vexatious. The rain had beaten down the bushes and small branches until the narrow path in many places was com- pletely obstructed. | Pelegon went ahead, shoved away the bush, and shook the heavy drops of water upon himself until there was not a dry thread in his clothing, but so faithfully did he do love’s work that Ozelia was kept dry and comfortable. Midway through the woods they came to a low, swampy place, where, for a considerable distance, the water stood on the surface of sufficient depth to cover Ozelia’s shoe-tops. Here was a predicament. First they tried to go around the marsh; but it extended a long distance, both to the right and to the left, while alders and poison ivy formed an almost impenetrable jungle. Ozelia suggested returning to L and taking the road. Just then a peal of thunder resounded through the western sky, and it was evident that another shower was approaching. Justified by the emergency, the girl now proposed taking off her shoes and stockings and wading across to dry land. To this Pelegon would, not listen, for he feared she might take cold and imperil her life. | His purpose was soon formed. Making an invalid chair of his strong arms he insisted on carrying Ozelia across the treacherous bog. At first she modestly hesitated, but finally threw her arms lovingly about his neck, and submitted grace- fully and resignedly to that mode of conveyance. | Had either of them known how dangerous was the ground ever which they were to pass, the feat would not have been undertaken; for under the wild-grass turf was a jelly-like A POINT GAINED. 389 mire, three or four feet in depth. But Pelegon cautiously selected the toughest of the bog on which to step, and, by walking rapidly, was able to get safely across with his pre- cious charge. “There!” said he, almost out of breath, “I would not have missed this opportunity, even to have been made Goy- ernor of the State,” and then, in putting her down, her blushing cheek came so near,—he could not help it, the impulsive rogue, —for the first time in his life he kissed her. _Was she angry? Perhaps so, for she immediately returned | the osculation. Then she scolded him for being so bold, and while he was doing the best he could to feel sorry, a loud, rasping voice burst forth on the forest stillness, startling them both like discovered culprits. “Say, you there! Who are yer? How do yer git across this ere place?” It was the voice of Mrs. Hotchkick. She, too, had been to hear the Governor, and as the new “hoss” had not yet arrived, she had placed dependence on her well-tried bodily endurance and the short cut through the woods, to get her safely home in time to milk the cows and prepare supper. Ozelia counseled Pelegon to make no reply to the woman but to leave her in ignorance as to who he was, for evidently her defective sight prevented her knowing. “No,” said Pelegon, “it would not be right to go away and refuse her assistance now that the night is coming on. She is afraid as death of wetting her feet, and, although she has no softness in her heart, she has been the only mother to me [ have ever known. Besides, I never feel quite so happy as when [ return good for evil. Yes, you must let me do what I can for her.” 390 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. ‘“Nobly spoken!” exclaimed Ozelia. “I am proud of | you.” | 3 So Pelegon recrossed the slough, and in few words told Mrs. Hotchkick that he would carry her.over. She seemed slightly affected by this manifestation of generous impulse, but expressed her doubt as to his ability to perform the task. He believed that her weight was less than that of Ozelia, and therefore assured her that she could safely trust herself in his hands. After threatening him with dire vengeance if he should let her fall, she reluctantly consented to a trial of the pro- - posed plan. Alas ! Alackaday! Oh! Oh! Oh! Help! Help! Pelegon had missed his reckoning in estimating that Mrs. -Hotchkick was lighter than Ozelia. True, she was not of ereat size, but what there was of her was mostly egristle and bone. Perhaps his strength was already somewhat exhausted. Besides, his sinews were not now supported by the magie¢ ~ power of love. It is one thing to have one’s neck affection- ately encircled by soft and tremulous arms, but quite another to feel the sharp elbows of fleshless old age pressing upon one’s shoulders. | Pelegon was only half way across, when he was so:over-— come that he must needs stop to rest. Fatal stop! The frail turf could not sustain “him and his burden. It broke. In an instant he sunk waist deep in soft mud. Mrs. Hotchkick shrieked, kicked, struggled, and then fell flat on her back into the water. By herculean effort Pelegon e re, ees A POINT GAINED. 391 assisted her to her feet, but the next instant the sod broke beneath her also, and she went down so rapidly as to i imagine herself going through the earth.. “The brave boy kept cool, in more senses than one, and made several ineffectual efforts to rescue himself and the hysterical woman ; but the foundation on which they stood ~ was so slimy and hard that they could scarcely move without falling. Ozelia was half frightened to death, but Pelegon reassured her by declaring that he was in no danger, and requesting her to go for me. The poor girl made all possible haste, and arrived at her home quite exhausted, just as the storm, whose approach has already been mentioned, broke forth in great fury. I waited only to provide myself with a rope and a lantern, ‘and then, following the direction given by Ozelia, tried to find the foot-path in the woods; but so dark had it now become that I was lost at the very outset. Coming near to John Hotchkick’s house, it occurred to me that nothing better could be done than to draft him into the service, although I did not then know (for Ozelia’s mind had been too full of Pelegon to tell me) that Mrs. Hotch- kick was also imbedded in the slough. Without designing it i did a splendid piece of detective work ; for the moment John Hotchkick saw me with a rope in my hand, and heard me say I had come to get him to show me the way into the woods, he turned as white as a ghost. re [did wt will. any one!” stammered he, thrown entirely off his guard. “ Ah!” said I; “so you think I have come with a crowd, to hang you to the nearest tree. Not quite so bad as that _ 392 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. yet, but I want you to show me to the mire pit, for Pelegom is in there and must be helped out.” “That’s none of my business!” exclaimed Hotchkick, immediately recovering his courage, and adopting his natu- rally surly tone. “Do as I command you, without wasting words,” I answered. ‘You should know by this time that I am not a man to be trifled with; especially, by you.” “ But the cows are not milked.” : “ Get on your hat and come along.” ‘“‘T can’t leave my wife. She’s sick abed.” “She will be enough sight better off without you,” I replied. , “But I must wait till the shower is over,” he pleaded, “for this rain would be the death of me.” “Look here!” said I; “if you-do not follow me this instant I will give this rope back to the boys, and tell them to go ahead and do as they please with it.” ? That was enough. The coward submitted like a whipped spaniel. Where shall be found such tyrannical rule as that of guilty self-consciousness ? Hotchkick led the way to the mire-hole, and I threw the rope to Pelegon, whom we soon pulled ashore. “Who is with you 2” I demanded, greatly surprised at seeing another form faintly revealed by the dim light of the lantern. “Tt’s me!” answered the woman herself. Hotchkick was astonished. “ Ah, I see!” said I, turning toward him. “You told me your wife was sick abed, but neglected to state where the bed was located. However, as you begged the privilege of staying with her you now have the opportunity.” And I A POINT GAINED. 398 Tag could scarcely resist the temptation of shoving him at once into the dirty pool. Then how he abused his poor wife. In his unchecked wrath he said the meanest and most hatefel things to her that it is in the power of man to utter, declaring again and again that she gave him more trouble than her neck was “ wuth.”’ “ Come, come!” said I, growing more and more impatient at his conduct; “ throw the rope to your wife and pull her out.” He hurled the rope at her head with no little violence, and commanded her to “ ketch holt.” She would not lift a hand. She had the sulks. When I undertook. to reason with her she declared she would rather stay where she was and die than to live any longer with such an old bear as John. I admired her grit, and secretly commended her choice. Indeed, I cannot begin to describe the exalted height to which that woman suddenly rose in my estimation. I knew then that she was not wholly irredeemable. _ “]’ll fetch her!” exclaimed Hotchkick; and he made a noose and then tried to lasso her. She spitefully threw off the rope as many times as it caught her. “Tf yer throw it off agin,’ declared he, “ll leave yer thar till yer dead!” Again she removed it. He started homeward. “Hold!” said I. ‘You shall not leave here until you rescue your wife. It is your own fault that she prefers death to your company. Had you spoken one word of kind- ness to her in the first place, the trouble would now be ended.” 394 ' MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “What do yer want done?” he asked in surly tones. “T want you to go into that mud-hole and take hold of your wife sueek and then Pelegon and I will pull you both out.” “T won’t do it!” he muttered. | “Then,” said I, “this rope goes back to the boys.” ~ “ What boys?” he ventured boldly to ask. | “The boys who loved their school-master,’ I replied with impressive earnestness, my eyes fixed keenly on his counte- nance to study the effect of my words. As I anticipated, the betrayal of his guilt was most decid- edly marked. It was a good night for detective work. He waited to hear no more, but rushed desperately toward his wife, and was fortunate enough to keep on the surface until near enough to reach her. In trying to drag her out he soon went down to her level. A struggle now ensued, the like of which never was described in books. First one then the other disappeared and re-appeared. Twenty years of suppressed tiger found sudden vent in Mrs. Hotchkick. All that time the man had lived with her without-knowing her. All that time she had been a magazine of dynamite, which matrimonial oppression had succeeded in keeping dormant. ; In about two ‘minutes Hotchkick learned more concerning the possibilities of womankind than he had ever known before in his life; and at the end of that brief period he was as full of mud-as he was of the subject. But every earthly exhibition, no matter how entertaining, must come to an end. There would have been a death to record, if not two, had not Pelegon and . skillfully lassoed both parties and drawn them to land, which required all the strength we could unitedly exert. ‘Higa Le», of ST hh dy far mf. ee ee =... ae Rat nents S 4 wee f a at Ot eae CR ea wee eo | . 3 rs ve Sep ty 4 , ’ cs GPPAPT ER: EX: THAT HORRID NAME. ‘VERY charming young lady, tall and stately in form, graceful in every movement, animated in every fea- ture, healthful in every nerve and fiber, modest in every expression, having light brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, into whose rich depths no ravished vision could sufficiently penetrate, rosy lips, quite suggestive of sweetest kisses, so near and yet so far, a smooth, white, artistic hand, which ene could scarcely touch without feeling an indefinable thrill, excellent conversational powers, a naturally merry heart, and an ever-aspiring intellect, both of which were tempered with religious intuition,—in fact, a woman whose excellent qualities and beautiful spirit might adorn and glorify an angel,— such was Ozelia Wordswell. “‘ Nature was here so lavish of her store “3 That she bestowed until she had no more.” _ The earthly affection in which Ozelia lived, moved, and had her being was kept in sacred charge,—kept night and day, kept amid sunshine and storm, kept in its integrity, even while men of reputation, rank, and fortune sought, asked, kneeled, pleaded, and prayed for it, kept constantly and forever—for one who was absent, for one who could boast no reputation, rank, or fortune, and whose very name was a blighting curse. (405) 406 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Such is the independent spirit of true love. Such 18 woman at her best. Such was Ozelia Wordswell. Yet the time was not far away when temptation and frailty should ~ meet and triumph in the very-citadel of her heart. Pelegon Jinny had steadily grown in affection toward Ozelia, notwithstanding he was not permitted even to write to her. But does any one suppose they did not correspond, and in a way, too, that no earthly power can prohibit ? They did. The God in whom we live is the same great soul in whom our loved ones live. There is no gulf between them and us which affection cannot bridge. A mother has_ seen the death agony of her son as clearly as though it were before her eyes, although living mother and dying son were hundreds of miles apart. Bathe and purify the spirit of man in the spirit of love, or of God, until finite and infinite can commingle without any friction of earthly properties, and immediately a kind of tel- egraphic communication is established whose extensions are immeasurable. Some share in this grand unity which love produces is occasionally vouchsafed to man, and thus there are souls whom seas or mountains can never separate. To those who are thus favored the world, in a sense, is already destroyed, the day of judgment is past, and, even here on earth, they have entered into that spiritual rest which could never be perfect so long as there were dusty paths to travel, high walls to climb, and stormy waters to cross, ere a friend could meet a friend. | 7 | ; The noble youth in the Rocky Mountains and the beauti- ful girl on the Atlantic shore, each thought, loved, and lived in that wonderful current which runs both ways at once, and every thought and every deep emotion of the one met and embraced every thought and deep emotion of the other, THAT HORRID NAME. AOT till soul itself was touched by soul, and both were united in bonds inseparable. Thus it is that the most sacred intimacy — is often born of absence, and promoted by distance. But, alas! earth is not yet heaven, and heaven is terribly .. buffeted whenever it would set up its reign on earth. ‘ To what extent are parents justified in attempting to con- trol the affections of their daughters? This is a question no 2 one can answer. To interfere in the slightest degree is a dangerous, while to arbitrarily oppose is often fatal. Yet a there are instances, and they are not. rare, in which love is ‘A counterfeit, desire is passion of the baser sort, courtship is flirtation, plighted troth is romance, kissing is intoxication, - the marriage altar a novelty, and matrimony itself an exper- | f iment. When, at last, the reckless experiment has been 4 fairly tried, when the gold-fringed cloth on the altar has ‘e been taken away, when kissing has ceased to be even a eat momentary effervescence of feeling, when the hastily-plighted word has gone the way of other words equally idle, when passion has proved itself to be passion, simply that and nothing more, when flirtation has lost all charm, except it be transferred to forbidden ground, when courtship is trans- formed into the common bickering of low life — when this is all that is left of matrimony, and when the parent has had the judgment to foresee that this would be all, who shall condemn him for having sternly said to his cherished daugh- ter, “It shall not be! You do not know your own heart. You exist under a delusion, and until your eyes are opened S you must submit to authority ”’ ? Yet, even when such is the case, there are few to sing the - stern parent’s praise. Why not let the girl take her course? Oppose her, and the chances are she will do worse. She is like a flame . 408 ' WY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. which is almost in contact with a magazine of terrible. explosives. Will you rush forward and combat the fire? It may open your grave. Will you turn from it? Still it may open your grave. Unfortunate fathers and mothers! Whichever course you may decide to take, we have no cen- sure to bestow. Where angels pity, men should not con- demn. , One day, when Mr. Wordswell and his daughter were conversing together in that spirit of freedom which should always be encouraged between parent and child, but ~ which, nevertheless, came at last to be discouraged by Mr. Wordswell, he said: “No, Ozelia, you shall never, never marry that man, while I have power to interpose my will. I tell you to forget him, and never again even to mention his disagreeable name in my presence. You see, we must have some family pride. There, now, let us not discuss the matter any further. You know my decision, and are sufficiently discreet, I trust, to respect it. Before my only child should marry a Jinny, I would—but why make threats? The emergency will not arise. Good night, my daughter. Remember that it is only because I greatly love you that Iso strenuously guard your own best welfare. Please do not weep; and forgive me if I have spoken more harshly than I should.” CHAPTER X. CAUGHT AT LAST. UNTGILL had left notice at the livery stable that he would call for the fastest horse early the next morning. Pelegon and I started several hours before daylight, and quietly headed our steeds toward Platte Caiion. With some difficulty we climbed the mountain, resting not till we found a place on the brow of the cliff where we could see into the deep gorge without danger of being discovered. , In due time Huntgill rode into the ravine and secured his horse to the same tree to which he had tied him on a pre- vious occasion, as described in these pages. This done, he stood for a few moments looking cautiously up and down the gorge, and then, having satisfied himself that no one was near, went quickly to the very cave which we had once examined, and which we had decided could not be entered, on account of the huge stone that obstructed the passage. | It might have been half an hour before Huntgill again appeared, when he immediately untied his horse, mounted, and rode swiftly away. We now descended by a circuitous route, resolved on revisiting the strange cave in quest of new developments. (409) 410 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Coming to the underground chamber we discovered that. fresh dirt had been piled against the base of the stone which barred the entrance. When we had removed this we saw that the great stone was nicely balanced on a pivot, and — could be easily turned, were it not that it was firmly braced on the inner side. To reach under the stone and remove the iron bar that held it, was but the work of a moment, and then it was swung around on its central point until an entrance could be effected. It must have required many strong hands to place this — stone in the position it occupied, for evidently it was done by human ingenuity rather than by any freak of Nature. No sooner were we fairly in the cave than we found that it divided into three branches, each of which extended into unrelieved darkness. Fortunately matches had been brought, and a light was readily made. The cave proved to be even a greater object of interest than I had anticipated. Two or three hundred feet from the entrance, and at the extreme end of the longest branch, behind a pile of stones, some of which had to be removed, ‘we found various well-filled trunks, satchels, and boxes. Here was gold, in rich specimens of ore, in nuggets, and in dust. Here were silver bricks, and a large number of such precious stones as the Rocky Mountains afford. Here were miners’ tools and clothing, and here were letters and memen- toes that spoke of home and those for whom home had mournfully waited through many painful years. Here, indeed, was a robber’s den, well furnished with the spoils of many a crime. Here was an explanation of the agonizing statement which has been often heard in our Eastern States : eee ths y CAUGHT AT LAST. } 411 «He went to the mines; he wrote us that he should soon be home ; but we_have never heard from him since.” I thought of this, and my soul was moved with sadness, horror, and indignation. ‘s Both Pelegon and I, beginning to grow faint in the unwholesome air, started in haste to leave the cave. An ominous shadow darkened the entrance. At the same instant we recognized Huntgill. I drew my revolver, but was too late to prevent the criminal from pushing the bal- ance stone around so that it completely cut off our exit. With all our might we threw ourselves against it, only to find that it was now firmly braced on the outside. Hope died within our hearts. What mercy could we expect at the hands of this desperado, since we had madded him by intruding into his lair? whether he How he had chanced to return and find us, had forgotten something that brought him back, or had lin- — gered in the gorge on purpose to watch for enemies until he saw us enter his secret den,—we never knew. No sooner did the prospect of starving to death present itself than we began to feel hungry, although it was yet two hours before dinner-time. At the top of our voices we shouted for assistance, hoping that some tourist might be passing, but only wasted our breath, for the gorge in which the cave was situated opened off from the more attractive cajion of the Platte, and was scldom frequented by visitors. Huntgill himself, who remained much of the time near enough to hear our agonizing cries, deigned no response. Three cruel days and hopeless nights dragged on, and then we gave up to despair. Pelegon became temporarily insane. By the dim light of a little opening in the cave I could see his eyes glare in their sockets like those of a wild 29 412 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. app beast. He raved continually about Ozelia, and about the good name he could bring to her if Huntgill’s testimony could once be taken. , My own thoughts and painful fancies were devoted to Augusta and the children, although poor Pelegon rapidly ~ grew worse and required all the attention I could bestow. About this time we captured a little screech-owl. I have never eaten anything that tasted so fine. 1 was convinced that the whole world would be infuritely more happy if it would confine itself to a diet of raw owl, without pepper or salt. It was my serious purpose, in case I should escape from that prison alive, to devote the remainder of my days ~ to advocating owls for table use, and to breeding them for the market. How different we feel under different cireum- stances! Is it not true that our surroundings make us wholly what we are? If so, and if in some future life our surroundings shall be infinitely better than they are here, will it require any miracle to make us infinitely. better than — we are now ? | - I don’t know. ae The owl-meat made both of us serious and increased our wisdom, so that we reflected on our impending fate, and tried to make peace with our better selves, in order that they might not rise up in judgment against us on the last day. There is nothing like keeping on good terms with one’s better self. It is the final arbiter of one’s destiny. “Tet us trust in the Lord,’ said Pelegon. | “‘ Yes, and keep our powder dry,” I replied, as 1 opened a canister I had just discovered, filled with a coarse, gritty substance. When I had tasted of it, ] was ready to shout for joy, for 1 knew it was the one thing I wanted above all others. = CAUGHT AT LAS. 413 Luckily, I had a few matches left, and my plans for deliy- erance were soon laid. Scraping out the loose dirt from cs under one corner of the stone which shut us in, I embedded ; the canister as much as possible, then solidly packed the earth about it, having first connected it with a fuse made of - my pocket-handkerchief, into which I had put just enough powder to carry a spark slowly along from end to end. The end of the fuse having been lighted, we both retreated to a safe distance, and prayed fervently for success, when a ¥ terrific explosion occurred. Through smoke and dust we & tumbled over each other, in our haste to see what had been wrought. Who can tell our feelings as a great flood of light broke in upon us from the outer world. The huge stone had been thrown from its pivot, and lay unbroken on its broad side. Oh, how blessed is light! When the universe first awoke in response to the divine command, “ Let there be light,’ it could not have been any happier than we were now, and I doubt whether it felt any bigger. How it magnifies one to achieve a great thing! As we clambered over the prostrate stone, our ears were greeted with the sound of groaning. At first, the light blinded our eyes, but as soon as we could see clearly we dis- ~ covered that Huntgill was held fast to the ground, his right arm being crushed beneath the stone. Somehow, wicked- ness always gets overtaken at last. It was pitiable to hear this hardened sinner plead. Bad as he was, I would have relieved him from pain had it been In my power. Justice may be better than men, but men are more tender. As soon as Pelegon and I had drunk water from the creek, and eaten a few ripe berries to satisfy the keener 414 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. pangs of thirst and hunger, we turned our whole attention to the wretched prisoner. ; | “Where were you seventeen years ago last November?” I demanded of him without any preliminaries. “T can’t remember,” said he. ‘Help me out of this.” “ But you must remember,’ I replied, “or we will keep you here till you perish. Did you not at that time have something to do with a child which was not your own ?” “ Yes—no, I did n’t either, come to think.” ‘‘ Be careful, now. We are not here for the purpose of being deceived. Your ‘yes’ came from what little inno- cence you have left, while ‘no’ was an after-thought, born of fear. Tell me, now, what you finally did with the child.” “T took him to a farm in Swampton, as the preacher advised.” | , “¢ What preacher ?” ‘“‘ Don’t know.” “Was there a note fastened to the child’s clothing ?” ae Es) Peg “ Anything else?” ceY-63857 “What?” “Money.” “ How much?” ‘A hundred dollars in gold; and if I had not been an honest man I should have kept it.”’ “ Who wrote that note?” “Mrs. Solett.” “Who furnished her with its glaring falsehoods?” “The whole thing was gotten up by her lawyer.” “ What was his name?” “ Blackwit.” TG { XY EAA OSvsasa7q WS —— = ‘y ps Wess = HUNTGILL CONFESSES. CAUGHT AT LAST, 417 “ {s he living yet?” ““T suppose so.” «Where ?”’ “In Boston.” “For what purpose was the note written ?” “‘'T'o keep the boy in the dark.” : “ Hxactly!” exclaimed I; ‘but it has failed, at last, to accomplish its object, and the boy is now hunting up his parentage, with every prospect of success. You can help him in this matter; and if you reveal all that you know concerning it, villain that you are, you shall have your reward; but if you make the slightest attempt to deceive or to thwart me in my purpose, you shall answer with your life for the crimes that can be proved against you. Do you understand me?” pores.. 2Go.on.” “Who were the parents of the child ?” “T forget.” “ Have you told me all you know about him ?” “Yes. Now help me to get away from here.” “Do not be so impatient,’ I replied. ‘ Your memory may grow stronger as your stomach grows weaker. Besides, it is possible to exist three or four days without eating or drinking, and in great mental distress; for this boy, on whose infancy you once laid your foul hands, and I, have just been -trying the experiment. Remain where you are, therefore, till we can return to the city and notify a surgeon -of your necessities, for it would be impossible for us to remove you. Certain officers of the law will also be requested to pay you a visit at the same time.” ~“ CTA Pal Ee cae THE UNGUARDED HOUR. YOUTH whose name was Edwin Longworth, and who was about Pelegon’s age, was in a fair way to become Pelegon’s successful rival. He lived in Boston, and had first met Ozelia when she was attending school near that city. : Unluckily for Pelegon, Edwin Longworth was a pure- minded, noble-hearted lad, much handsomer than Pelegon, — more brilliant in gallantry, more graceful in manner, more sparkling and witty in conversation, and far more demon- strative in affection. Besides possessing all these advan- tages he was in high favor with Mr. and Mrs. Wordswell, was the child of wealthy and honorable parents, and could lay claim to having already won considerable esteem from Ozelia herself. Considering all of these circumstances, it is not greatly surprising that Ozelia felt somewhat inclined to follow the course which the world seemed to have marked out for her. She was a pure-souled, high-minded girl, and her love for Pelegon was probably as deep as that of any ordinary earthly mortal; yet she was not perfect, nor was her heart infallible. Affection itself cannot always be trusted. Attachments, as well as leaves and angels, have their time to fall. There (418) — = = E: i 's. a : ) a < “oa 5 " y yt ", Sas ks ? ee ey 2 at lk twee - we j ' a fix THE UNGUARDED HOUR. 419 are moments when love cannot be shaken; but there are other and different moments. Edwin Longworth had become a constant visitor at Mr. Wordswell’s. In spring-time he pretended to have great fondness for the meadow cranberries, which, having been left on the vines to freeze, were quite sweet and juicy. Then there were checkerberries and wild strawberries, fol- lowed by-dewberries, blackberries, raspberries, low and high blueberries, whortleberries, and afterwards chestnuts, butter- nuts, and hickory nuts. When the season for these had passed, he came with fishing-tackle for two, and. invited -Ozelia to boat-rides on the Concord River. When winter ‘set in he came again with two pairs of skates, and if the weather were unfavorable for out-door sports, he would set the chess-men, and challenge Ozelia to a contest in that royal game. On the whole, there was no time in the year when there was not some attraction to bring him to Swamp- ton, although the chief attraction was always the young lady herself. Mr. and Mrs. Wordswell designedly encouraged the city youth, for they knew he had excellent family connections, and gave promise of rising in the world to honorable distine- tion. Besides, they were anxious that Ozelia should form this new attachment, through which her interest in Pelegon would be lost, thus saving her from the objectionable name. As we have said, Edwin Longworth had many of the qualities of a desirable suitor. The conditions for growing affection between him and Ozelia could scarcely have been more favorable. Side by side, and wholly unmolested by others, they roamed through glen and dale, o’er hill and stream. At no other time did Ozelia have such marked success as 420 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. when she went berrying with Edwin. She did not know _that he often slyly dropped whole handfuls of fruit into her basket, so that it might be filled as soon as hisown. Neither did she mistrust that when he led the way over rough and stony places, where clambering was exceedingly difficult, under pretense of finding larger or riper berries beyond, his real motive was none other than to have some excuse for taking her by the hand in rendering her needed assistance. Nor was she aware how his manly heart throbbed in exquis- ite bliss when, in lifting her over the jagged stone wall, he would firmly enfold her graceful form in his strong arms. Undoubtedly ‘he loved the girl with that overpowering devotion of soul which is born of first experience. Each freshly-budding emotion of his young affectionate nature came as a glad surprise, revealing a new heaven on a new earth. : Ozelia probably would have loved him with the same irre- sistible instinct, but her heart, which was as yet steady and ~ true, constantly reminded her that it was given to another. Let no one suppose, however, that because her affection was preoccupied all danger was removed.~ There are his- torical instances of a fully-garrisoned fort having been taken without the firing of a gun. Whenever man and woman find themselves frequently in each other’s presence; whenever they begin to have experi- ences in common, either of joy or of sorrow; whenever, from whatever cause or motive, they go away from the mul- titude and sit down by themselves, while something like love comes and sits down between them, there is danger that they will become a necessity to each other’s happiness. One afternoon Edwin and Ozelia had been chestnutting, and were returning home with baskets well filled. It was ~~ THE UNGUARDED HOUR. + 4Q% one of those perfect New England Indian Summer days, than which none are more delightful. They could shorten their walk at least half a mile, by scaling the wall and going straight through the maple and pine woods. Edwin had set a snare there a few days before, and was now anxious to visit it, hoping he might have caught either a rabbit or a partridge. Ozelia was quite willing to take this woodland route, and the two young friends were soon enveloped in the somber shade of the stately trees. Ere long they came to a place where a picnic party had been lately assembled, and where some of the young folks had built a pretty bower, and fur- nished it with a rustic seat. To this bower Edwin and Ozelia repaired, and seated themselves side by side, to enjoy the rest which was really grateful after their long ramble. Let no one say there is nothing in scenery to influence human beings. A man’s surroundings might make him a murderer or a saint. Here was a wild, lovely, romantic spot. Twilight and shadow danced together among the branches. There was just enough breeze to make the lordly pines dis- course those eternal harmonies, to which no devotee could listen without being reminded of sacred themes. But neither Edwin nor Ozelia was in a mood to think of any other heaven than that which earth affords. While the soul of Edwin was keenly responsive to external influence, that of Ozelia was not dead to the touch of Nature’s magic wamd. “T am tired enough to be perfectly happy in repose,” said the innocent girl, as she leaned her head against the trunk of a tree. “ Perhaps there may be spiders in that rough bark,” sug- gested Edwin, rather playfully. “I think you had better lean this way. There are no spiders on me.” 422 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. So saying, he put his arm gently around her, and placed ~ her head upon his shoulder. It was a very bold action, yet it was not resisted. Perhaps Ozelia was too weary to give it the necessary thought, and thus did not fully realize the impropriety of her passive consent. Perhaps she was so completely transformed by the atmosphere of the woods, or so overcome by the suddenness of her strange position, or so unaccountably influenced by the subtle power of the person with whom she was in contact, that she was not quite her- self. Perhaps this particular hour had found in her a pecu- liar frailty which no other could have found. Perhaps she reasoned just a little, and came to the conclusion that, inas- much as she was consciously good, and inasmuch as Edwin was also good, their mutual conduct could not be otherwise than good. Perhaps imagination played its delusive part, as it has been doing ever since old Time was born. One may take physical exercise or be engaged in hard mental labor until one can scarcely raise one’s hand to one’s head or judge what’s what, and then imagination, having long rested, may jump into reason’s throne, and rule without let or hindrance. Ozelia’s imagination was naturally vivid. How often had she seen horses and chariots in clouds, faces in rocks, and gigantic castles on the hill-tops. Now, with body and soul placed at their ease, while she gazed into the handsome face of Edwin Longworth, she imagined she saw a strong resem- blance to her cherished friend in the Rocky Mountains. In another moment, it was Pelegon himself who sat beside her, supported her weight, pressed her hand, and softly whis- pered charming words. She was having an intoxicating, rapturous, waking dream, from which she had no desire to be aroused. oe THE UNGUARDED HOUR. 423 For the moment, she fancied that not only the face and form, but the very soul of Pelegon was now in her presence. She even congratulated herself that she had come at last to realize her chief desire, and at the same time had escaped the objectionable name to which her parents were so bitterly opposed. In reality, she was never more devoted to her absent lover than at this instant; but we must remember that temporarily she was not living in reality’s world, but in that of ideality. Was it Edwin Longworth who held her hand in his? Oh, no! he had ceased to exist. It was her first and only love, the same that was never absent. Such is the wonderful reign of ideality. Taking in account time and place, circumstance and condition, is it, after all, so very surprising that when Edwin Longworth asked, in trembling tones, “ Dear Ozelia, do you love me?” she answered affirmatively, with more meaning than words could convey, and immediately received upon her rosy lips the rapturous kiss which had so long waited in an agony of suspense. Edwin’s ruling emotion could brook no delay. The other and great question was soon propounded: “ Dearest Ozelia, will you be mine?” “OQ Edwin, you must give me time to think. I am so overwhelmed with new and delightful sensations, I am beside myself. Please wait till I am sufficiently calm to know my own heart, or whether I have a heart to give. In a few weeks I can decide.” This was a reasonable request, and we must blame Edwin for not complying with it. Nevertheless, our censure must be tempered with the knowledge that he was possessed of an exceedingly impulsive nature. Whenever a great pur- pose formed in his mind, it seemed as-though he would 424 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. rather move heaven and earth at once, even with his own - strength, than wait a moment for heaven and earth to be taken out of his way. “Strike while the iron is hot” was his motto; but to him every iron was hot the instant it was touched by his glowing soul. If you had respect for his tem- perament, you would not think of asking him to give to his judgment even three seconds of grace ere rushing headlong in any course on which he was bent. If to-day it were pen- nies, and to-morrow pounds, he would certainly be penny wise and pound foolish. ‘¢No, Ozelia,”’ he replied, “I shall die if I must wait for your answer. You are all the world to me, and I must live in that world at once, or perish forever.” The decisive word was soon apo St and the engagement sealed with many kisses. Thus imagination, with wings of love, had flown through the open gate of an unguarded hour, and carried a heart by storm. CITA PILE ROX TT: LOU CRA’S CONUNDRUMS. &¢ \ N HAT! are you here? Have you been watching us, Lou Cra?” Thus spoke blushing Ozelia, hastily withdrawing from Edwin’s arm, when, on coming out from the shades of the forest where we left them, they stumbled upon the woman, concerning whose sanity there were differences of opinion. “Will you buy my chestnuts?” asked Lou Cra, as though she had not heard her interrogator. “ Yes,” replied Edwin, observing her well-filled basket. “ But why do you sell them, my good woman?” “Tf [ were a squirrel 1 should not drink tea,’ was the reply. “Oh, 1 see. You are poor. Ozelia, my dear, you seem to be acquainted with the lady. Does she live here in ~ Swampton ?” “‘ Yes,” answered Ozelia, “and I like ‘her ever so much, although ’’—and the girl whispered to Edwin—“ they say there is something wrong with her mind.” “Poor creature!” exclaimed Edwin aloud; “and I will venture she is half famished. Here, take this, and provide yourself with all the luxuries of the season.” So saying, Edwin handed her a crumpled mass of bills, of whose amount he himself had no definite idea. . (425) 426 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “T am no beggar,” returned the woman, exhibiting con- siderable spirit, as she refused the offer. “On the contrary, I could buy your whole family estate, and then have a sur- plus of cash sufficient to carry me through life.” “Ah! that puts the matter in a different light,’ answered Edwin, perceiving, as he supposed, the direction of her lunacy. “Then, 1 will not give you alms, but simply pur- chase your chestnuts,” again offering her the money. “ Yes,” said Lou Cra, “that is purely a mercantile trans- action, and straight-forward business is not dishonorable, even among millionaires; but I cannot make change.” “The change is already made as near as need be,” ~ answered the young man. “Take my capital, and I will take your cargo.” “Six quarts of nuts at six cents a quart,” replied Lon Cra. “ Exactly thirty-six cents, or nothing.” ? “Humor her,” whispered Ozelia, ‘and let us see if we cannot get at her history. . She is in a good mood, now.” So the bargain was completed in accordance with the latest market quotations, and then Edwin said: “You spoke of your large property, Mrs. Cra; would you mind telling us where the bulk of it is invested ?” “In the hands of one who has the advantage of epithets.” “ How so?” “There is no epithet so vile that it would not flatter her.” ‘Where does she live?” : 7 “In the same city that you do; and I beg your pardon for the insult.” “ What is her name?” “At present, she is bearing the same name that my sainted mother bore, that was also mine in my happy child- hood, and that my dear brother was proud to own.” your mule’s ears so easily! LOU CRAY’S CONUNDRUMS., 427 Besa it “Ts your brother aes Hee bs “oN o; he was murdered by this same ais hag that has the Be cice to call herself Solett.” _ “Did your brother leave any children ?”’ At this- question, a strange light gleamed in Lou Cra’s eyes, and there was energy in her tones as she answered : “] tell you that Pelegon Jinny was not his, and I warn you to stand from under, lest you be drowned in the torrent of angels’ tears?” Ozelia shuddered. Edwin could not but laugh at the woman’s my SIPTIOUS ® recital. “ And what have the angels to cry about?” he asked. “ Because of this desperately wicked earth, its intrigues, murders, lying, perjury, fraud, robbery, broken hearts, ruined homes, and burials of the dead and the living.” “Were you ever married?” asked Ozelia. “No; few people are. But I followed the crowd. I jumped into the machine which gave me a new wardrobe, a new name, a new vision, and a new temper. Let me give you a conundrum: If you call a mule’s ears hoofs, how many hoofs will he then have?” “¢ Six,” answered Ozelia. “Six, of course,’ answered Edwin. “Nol said Lou Cra; “he will still have but four, for calling a thing this or that does not make it this or that. You see, young man, you are not fit to marry, for you put names in the place of facts; but you cannot rid yourself of 1»? Edwin laughed heartily at this sally of wit, although - directed against himself; but Ozelia was more thoughtful. “ Do you like conundrums ?” inquired Lou Cra. Ses al ~ be “- ole tae 4 pr 4 “46 4, ae era x , ey Myles ae a wey 2 . rae . apes PO . 428 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “Oh, yes!” said Edwin. “Let us have some nice ones.” ‘With morals at the end of them?” “¢ Certainly.” 3 : “First, then,” said Lou Cra, “tell me where Homeopathy fails.” “When the patient dies,” suggested Ozelia. “When the doctor dies, for want of patients,” thought Edwin. | “No,” answered Lou Cra; “itis when the patient recovers and then undertakes to administer an infinitessimal fee to the physician.” | “Good!” said Edwin. ‘ Now for the moral.” “ And mark it well,” said Lou Cra. ‘“ Every business has a standard of its own, against which no other standard must be brought to bear. So with matrimony. It must stand or fall, governed by its own principles; and woe to him who would subject it to a false or commercial measure- ment.” ‘The moral is too deep,” protested Edwin. ‘“ Now some- thing easy.” | ‘‘ Why would it be wrong to increase a Swampton min- ister’s salary ?”’ was Lou Cra’s next. x “He would feel like a bloated bondholder,” replied Edwin. ‘Tt would not be wrong,” insisted Ozelia. “Yes, it would,” said Lou Cra; “for he must spend half his time in collecting what he already gets, and to increase his labors by sending him after more would be cruel. The moral of which is that if one person offers to another a love which is greater than he himself can deliver, it must prove fatal to the one who tries to collect it.” “That does n’t hit me,’ whispered Edwin to his affianced. Ozelia did not reply. r? ef vies ca picihe, Uniaeers aC » et / 7 < Pt a a “~ Guy fat . f ei diate ait tai Me, tart a be - ~- FF WAL ote es aia ed y rae B ‘ eae Pid 7 ¥ 3 / 1 & Pes eg are ier yr 4 “LOU CRAY’S CONUNDRUMS. 429 “Here is another,” continued Lou Cra. “Once on a time, a man went into a hunter’s tent, and seeing a ke , g _ nearly filled with what he supposed was harmless black ‘sand, he stood a lighted candle up in it. Lower and lower the candle burned, while nearer and nearer approached the : flame to the innocent-looking material. One moment more, and it would be forever too late to prevent the fire from touching the contents of the keg. At that critical instant the man’s wife entered, and immediately comprehended the situation. Question: What happened ?” Edwin answered, “ The wife swiftly and dexterously placed both her hands under the lighted candle, and lifted it boldly from the keg, without allowing a single spark to fall upon the powder.” Ozelia answered, “I bean she was too late, and that a frightful explosion occurred, sending both husband and wife into eternity.” Lou Cra answered, “T told you that the man supposed he was putting the candle into black sand. Jt was black sand, _and when the flame reached it there was simply a little _ spluttering, followed by darkness. Such are human hearts. The fire of love will not blow up the world, but rather will burn lower and lower till it reaches the real foundation — nothing but sand.” Ozelia was becoming thoroughly unhappy, and was only ~ too glad that their walk had brought Ue nearly to her home. : | “One more conundrum,” said Lou Cra, “and then good-- night. It is this: Should it be said, fifteen and seventeen are thirty-one, or fifteen and seventeen zs thirty-one ?” “Fifteen and seventeen are thirty-one,’ said Edwin. ~“ Fifteen and seventeen zs thirty-one,” thought Ozelia. 26 — 430 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “How young and innocent you both are!” answeved Lou — Cra. “You should know that the sum of fifueen and seven- — icen is thirty two. You overlook an eternal facu, while cen-— tering your intellects upon ncthing but aform of expression. _ : Affection is such a fact, while what one person says to another is a matter of wovds, words, words. Mind now, I do not say. Zs your love genuine’ but ah! ah!” | The spell vas broken. zelia was wretched. Edwin felt the chill of her solemnity. How speedily and effectually had they been brought dowz from the heights! - CHAPTER XIII. PUT YOURSELF IN MY PLACE. EFORE leaving Denver | took Pelegon to the Opera- House, to see some stereopticon views. Unfortu- nately, our reserved seats placed us behind two ladies whose hats were so large that the view of the stage was almost entirely cut off. Likewise, they were rude enough to whis- ~ per incessantly, which so disturbed us that we had but little pleasure in the exhibition. After the room was darkened, not having much else to do, I amused myself by quietly tying knots in some long ribbons belonging to the ladies in front, but which had been allowed to hang over the backs of their seats, so that they came within easy reach of my hands. | I drew the knots pretty hard, for I wanted the ladies to be as vexed, on removing their bonnets and discovering the mischief, as Pelegon and I had been in consequence of their ill manners. I believe in exact punishment. My conscience always pats me on the back when I legitimately afflict the unrighteous. To tie knots in a woman’s bonnet-strings cannot be regarded as an excessive penalty for her having disregarded the proprieties which belong to a public oather- ing. Certainly, 1 did the best I could toward causing the ‘face of Justice to beam with an approving smile. (431) 432 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Alackaday! When the lights were turned up I was BGs appalled at.the spectacle had wrought. Not only were the = 23 delicate ribbons full of unsightly knots, but I had got them mixed, so that the two monstrous hats were tied firmly together. When Pelegon observed what was done, his risibles were so affected that 1 was in -mortal fae ror lest he should explode with laughter. As it was, he succeeded in disturbing the ladies who — owned the hats, and one of them abr uptly turned her head — so that she might bestow upon him a frown that would keep him quiet, in order that her whispering might not be interrupted. Alackaday again! Her entire head-gear came off, except a little circular twist of natural hair, about the size of a Boston cracker. She grew thirty-five years older in less — than five seconds. : The other woman had made the connections between nat- ural and artificial a little stronger, so that she escaped with - -_a damaged hat, and some painful hair-pulling. While they were trying to ascertain what had _ struck them, a policeman came upon the scene, who, also, had an inquisitive turn of mind. In vain I tried to suppress Pele- gon’s laughter. The more my elbow fumbled with his ribs - ? the more he snickered. I was almost sorry I had not eaten him when I had the chance. By this time thé ladies had discovered that their hats : were tied together, and they looked daggers at Pelegon, but gave appealing looks to the policeman. I knew what was coming, but how could I explain mat ters? When a man punishes a woman for her misbehavior, tcc he is simply regarded as a coward if he attempts to justify — : ~ PUT YOURSELF IN MY PLACE. 433 himself. » There is no rule in the code of chivalry which can be used in his defense. In this particular, woman has more rights than man. She has the right to chastise him without being asked why she did it. ~ YetI love woman. I love not that eminent New York physician who has just been arguing that, owing to her peculiar anatomical structure, she is incapacitated: for exact- ness in the use of language. He claims that she finds it impossible to tell the truth, except on strong provocation, — as, for instance, when she afterwards answered him. But, in a sense, the learned doctor is- right; for if he refers to that part of woman’s anatomy which puts on and takes off, it is proper to say that no reliance can be placed ‘= on it. It is conceived in falsehood, and maintained for pur- 3 — poses of deception. a The question is, would man be as truthful as he is if fash- Bs ion were constantly urging him to practice deceit ? When Pelegon was arrested and lead out of the house, he y stopped laughing. He was astonished. Accused of tying 4 _ the ladies’ heads together, he did-not deny it. He would Be | sooner have sacrificed his right arm than to get me into trouble. He was one who would do anything, even imperil P= - his soul, for those he loved. There are a few such men and A women left in the world. They will sin against themsélves Re in trying not to sin against loyalty to friendship. : - Up to that moment, I had not supposed Pelegon could tell i a falsehood. J had ranked him with George Washington, ‘ But he differed from that gentleman in that he could tell a lie, but generally would wt. Now, however, he made the statement that he was the Bee one who fastened the hats together. I was too polite to = ; accuse him publicly of falsehood, so I let it go that way. 4345. MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. »“ What is your name?” demanded the chief ‘of police, before whom he was at once taken. “ Pelegon Jinny.” “That is fictitious,” replied the officer. ‘ Give us your true name.” “ You must take that or nothing,” answered the boy. So the officer regarded him as a hard case, and locked - him up in a felon’s cell. : Next morning I paid his fine, and promised him a hun- dred dollars besides. But the end was not yet. Although Justice licked her chops with satisfaction, not so the muscular husband of the lady whose head was dismantled. : Following Pelegon out of the court-room, he demanded of him that sort of “satisfaction” which belongs to border- ruffanism. This I could not allow. I would defend my young friend, at all hazards. “Who are you?” demanded the irate husband of me. *““T am. the protector of this innocent boy,” said I, “ and if you harm a hair of his head, you may have occasion to learn ~ more of me.” I should not have shown so bold a front if I had known how anxious he was to,engage in a fight. He clinched me without another word. Pelegon clinched him, and tried to tear him off. Somebody tried to tear Pelegon off. By this time, two or three drunken fellows — friends of . the aggrieved husband —piled on to me. Bystanders, who. were anxious to see fair play, tried to take them away. Finally, there were a dozen of us ina heap. Which one of the dozen I was I could not tell. * PUT YOURSELF IN MY PLACRE. — 435 Four policemen tried to arrest us. They were on top av first, but had to take their turn with the rest of us in going to the bottom. ~ We covered a deal of ground before we were through. The judge and all his attachés came out to see us, but they kept at a safe distance. His honor expressed himself aloud as being horrified at the spectacle ; but when it was | over, he told the clerk confidentially that he would not have missed seeing it for the best new hat in the city. Some of us tried to cross the street. Others of us didn’t want to cross. We effected a compromise. The horse-car track was blockaded. Drivers, conductors, and passengers had to stop and see us. They were elad of the opportunity. Some of them took a hand in trying to separate us. Indi- vidually, | was very well separated already. A Texas steer had that morning made his escape from a slaughter-yard. He had been shot at by men, and. pursued by boys, and bitten by dogs, until he was mad, and when that kind of a creature is mad, he is mad through. and through. In the short time he had been loose, he had crippled two women and three men, overturned five peanut and fruit stands, crashed through a French-plate window into a drug- store, gored the prescription clerk, and scattered his physic in all directions. So much done, he again took to the street, and, with eyes flashing fire, came bellowing toward the scene of conflict in which we were engaged.. Smelling blood in our midst, his ungovernable rage was newly excited, and, stiffening every muscle, he lowered his head, and plunged into-us like Death’s own battering-ram. In an instant, we were resolved into our respective indi- vidualities, and ran with all our might in ever so many direc- tions, according to our own sweet will. =) oy WIFE'S FOOL OF a _ HUSBAND. = So beast, and he was eventually repaired by : a _ medical ‘sean stress. ae I have not seen that uevent since. at iN ever again will ! Fae with a woman’s top-knot. my place. stances forced oregon het on after the first amen blunde of working at two hats where I pooue tes there was but, one. I did not want to fight. manly, undignified, brutal, and wicked. with arnica, that we were only SOrTy he had not hes sooner. cae 3 ~~ CHAPTER XIV. DOGGIE DARLING. os 3 He seen Huntgill safely incarcerated, and having i ie. 7 Ades ta ited Pie 2, See h / 7 (i c oi : Wee? cue een : “sd ‘ ‘ ne SALAS ie, ae re os @ oe Ce ae ‘he >, aes ve Vian > rt “4 d “hat A oe wai P ¥ art re of 4 . “7 We rrp va py eA ia a : } a Ri aki Ca tea : - Ga ettt : ‘peer ed / - ies Si a ie ‘ » ri i) is 1°, } Py tt we -> + - . » : : ‘ ‘ i i Sod ‘ P i ‘ / . j ‘ i 4 e") z,8 9 Eee Mia? Gat iy. orre eg ne ible Ney Hay Va ree Nie 4 O84 oF a ef ore tr eee , 4 » vi 5 13 > : ake 4 at P| ies Base ane ‘ , . 4h Hus appointed an agent to look after Pelegon’s interests, we left Denver in a Pullman palace-car for our long journey homeward. One sees much human nature on the rail. In the car we occupied there was a little pug-dog going to, Boston, and he had taken the precaution to provide himself with an ele- gantly-dressed woman for his constant attendant. Although she was worth an independent fortune, she showed her beau- tiful humility by condescending to be an obedient and faith- ful servant to his little dogship. We learned that she belonged to a very aristocratic fam- ily, her parents being proud, above reproach, and haughty beyond suspicion. Had they been told at her birth that she was destined to become a servant in her mature years, they would have put her away under some little bridge, in order to shield their fair escutcheon from such disgrace. Yet the woman herself magnified her office for the sake of the dog. She had more regard for his feelings than to belittle the honorable service to which he was entitled. She ° called him her King. I knew then what irresistible influence the kings of old had exercised over their subjects. I could . ‘et (487) 438 — MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. understand now how the people were willing to be butchered . | by companies, battalions, and corps in order that the kings might live. es 3 She fed him with spring chicken, carefully boned, and wiped his delicate lips with a soft napkin. Every two minutes she fondly kissed him, hugging him to her faithful bosom between times. If I could have had my choice of two evils, I would have chosen to be him instead of her. - He was evidently having his good things in this world. In the course of the day it occurred to his adorer that he needed a bath. He had not had one for twelve hours. Some of the passengers cruelly objected to its being admin- istered in their presence. The conductor was appealed to. He was made of that stern stuff of which warriors are produced. Without manifesting a quiver of emotion, he told the fine woman it would be necessary for her to take - her bath-tub and dog into ‘the smoking-car. She went. Meeting a brakeman, he said: “Madame, this is the smoking-car.”’ | _“T know it,” said she. As she entered the curling clouds of smoke, two or three gentlemen arose, and oie! said: “Madame, this is the — smoking-car.” “‘T should judge so,” she replied. The only yacant seat was beside a fat German, who was vigorously engaged drawing tobacco fumes from a large, handsome, meerschaum pipe. ‘“ Dis ish de schmoking-car,” he remarked, as she sat down. “T¢ is an outrage on decency!” exclaimed the woman. “Ish de schmoke of goot dobarker some offensive to you already, aint it?” he said. ee ya See BA nr —\e DOGGIE DARLING. 439 “Yes; I can’t bear it,’ replied the fair one, snappishly. “T tought zo,” answered Hans. “Some people ish joost dot vay,” he continued, as he cast a glance at the dog before enveloping it in a cloud of suffocating smoke. “No man that is a man will smoke in the presence of a lady,’ snarled the intruder. | “I knowsit. Und I neffer doos dot ting, nohow already.” -“Do you understand me, sir? I say 1 cannot bear smoke!” “Ya! ya! You schpeaks wery goot Anglish. I oonder- sthands you all de dime already. I bay sexteen tollar for dis bootiful meerschaum, an’ I must schmoke pooty much to get him nicely colored before I comes to Chicago already.” Another wreath of smoke sent the poor dog into a fit of sneezing. ~The woman was now exasperated beyond measure. “I tell you,” said she, “I can’t stand it. I abominate a nasty pipe above all things in the world!” | ‘: So saying, she clutched the precious meerschaum and hurled it through the open window. The German was astonished. Thrusting his head out, he endeavored to give his treasure a farewell look, but it was lost to sight in the thick dust of the madly-rushing train. es Then he looked at the woman. Everybody in the car trembled for her. But he simply smiled. He winked to his fellow passengers, and smiled again. “Dat ish all right!” said he, at-last. ‘I neffer schqueel.” _ ghen he leaned back, and for two minutes gave himself up to brain-racking thought. Suddenly he aroused. Silence was broken. “TI can’t bear it!” he broke out, in tones that attracted 440 - MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. everybody’s attention. “I has been trying to bear it Z0 long already; but it aint no use—I can’t bear it! I can’t Pen. bear it!” ; “Can’t bear what ?” epee the woman, pausing in her. employment of bathing King. ak © Dot ish joost it,” answered the German. “I abominate ~ ts a leetle, nasty dog above all de tings in de world,” and no | c 3 sooner were the words spoken than he seized the poor pug 5 by the tail, and threw him out of the window. : Then there was a scene. — eee Away went the woman through the train, screaming . hysterically, until, meeting the railroad conductor, she had just enough strength to tell him that her darling was out of _ the window, when he, supposing she had lost her child, “jerked the bell-rope, had the train stopped, and sent’a man ahead to flag the way, and another to the rear to signal danger. es. | This done, we were pushed back with cousiderahe socei while all the railroad employees carefully watched the shal- low ditch on both sides of the track for the mangled remains of a human infant. . We must have gone back three or four miles before he conductor learned the true state of affairs. He was mad. He knew he would fail to get through on time, and possi _ bly would lose his position. Rega = Once more the engine was set forward, and aftem ae moment’s delay, we were ready to advance. : But in that moment of delay something occurred which _ filled the soul of our German traveler with inorprdaaple : joy. He recovered his pipe. You should have seen ane Chicago was reached, the meerschaum was richly ar ig CHAPTER =X Vie ae : A LAWYER’S REMINISCENCES. ae G), returning to Boston, I ascertained that the grand jury had found two indictments against Lawyer Black-. wit, and that he was then incarcerated, awaiting a trial which would be certain to result in his being sentenced to imprisonment for life. Having obtained permission to visit him, the conversation which followed is here recorded. “T am told,’ said I, “that the evidence which will-be brought against you is so strong and conclusive that you can have no reasonable hope of acquittal, either on the charge of forgery or perjury.” “JT have ceased to hope,” replied Blackwit; “and as my friends have all deserted me, and I am getting too old to make new ones, perhaps I may as well be in prison as any- where, during my remaining days.” “There is one matter with which you have been con- nected,” I remarked, “ which I intend to fully investigate.” “Will the investigation be tedious and embarrassing to me ?”’ asked the lawyer. “T expect it will.” “Then suppose I enter into an agreement with you.” ‘What have you to propose ?” I inquired. “T will agree,” said Blackwit, “to tell you all I kice | (442) ~~ Be ¥ = Ey _ * _ A LAWYER’S REMINISCENCES. 443 \ about the case, whatever it may be, on condition that you will promise never to bring any legal process against me. Unless you accept these terms, you must find out what you wish to know the best way you can.” I looked at the gray hair and wrinkled brow of the old man, who was already so firmly held: by the grappling-hooks of the law that there was no probability of his escape, and then answered : ; “Very well, sir. Make a clean breast of it and I will leave your punishment with God rather than man.” “ Proceed,” said Blackwit, manifesting that stoical resig- nation born of despair. “ You will now tell me,” said I, “ what you know, and all that you know, concerning a certain child, about two years of age, who was left at the house of John Hotchkick, seven- teen years ago last November.” ~& Aha!” exclaimed the lawyer, “I expected that was the subject.” “ And also,” I continued, “I want a clear explanation of _ this note, which was pinned to the child’s clothing,” taking the time-worn paper from my pocket and holding it before the eyes of Blackwit. “That infernal Hotchkick lied to me!” vociferated. the prisoner, examining the writing, while I still held it in my on hand. ‘“ He told me the mice had * chawed it up.’” “ Who wrote it?” I asked. “ A woman who was my client, and who pretended to be my friend, but whom I now hate with all the hatred of per- dition. If I had not followed her diabolical counsel I should not be here to-day.” | ~ Another instance of Adam charging the whole wrong to Eve,” I remarked. 444 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. = “Yes; and I know as well as anybody that it looks cow: -ardly ; but if any one can come within the range of what that woman calls her magnetic influence, and not be struck by moral lightning, he is a better non-conductor than I am, that’s all. Nature furnishes a similar creature in the elec- tric fish, which, if you are foolish enough to grasp it, will discharge a shock of electricity sufficient to so paralyze your — hand that you cannot remove it. Shock after shock will then be sent until you are a dead man. There are a few just such women in the world. Once lay your hand upon them, and if ever you get away alive it will be only by tear- ing yourself all to pieces.” “What is the name of the person with whom you have ~ been so unhappily associated ?” inquired L. “‘ She is called Madame Solett.” “ What was her motive in writing this note?” “Well, the case in brief, if you must know, is simply this: 3 Some twenty years ago, the woman of whom I speak was not such an extraordinary person as she has since become. She followed the business of mesmerizing people, and was quite successful with a certain class. If she told them the moon was made of cheese, she could not only make them see the skippers it contained, but would cause them to take cognizance of its savory odor, as they raised their noses and sniffed the air. HH I may be permitted to use a classical illustration, she so completely controlled her subjects that they were as yielding to her purposes as mud under a duck’s foot. If she wanted a man to get sick, or even to die, in her presence, she was able to accomplish her design without exercising any violence whatever. : “ At one time an old bachélor made her acquaintance, and being an agrecable sort of fellow, and possessed of a large — ~ ico : baie ir, >) “ °. asi bf Ve f yh = Fd Naan Fast SONGS, Neyo ie Fok eae te, © oe f. oie Ue ial as My ee ‘ 9 ¢ , ‘ ae ee . Ses £ ‘ A LAWYER’S REMINISCENCES. 445 - fortune, she kept him company for about a year. She was anxious to have him marry her, but as he was not a perfect aS subject,’ she failed i in this to accomplish her will. “At last he died, and it was a pretty mysterious taking off, | assure you. Then came his sister, who, being the only heir, was legally entitled to the entire property. Meanwhile Madame Solett set up the claim that she was the widow of the deceased millionaire, appointed me her attorney, and _ instructed me to furnish the proof. I had some trouble in finding a minister who would make out a marriage certifi- -eate; but after a while I came across a person whose price was not extravagant,—his purse and his conscience both _ being rather short,—arid he not only furnished the docu- ment I wanted, but assisted me in getting witnesses to the- marriage ceremony. ‘These witnesses were conscientious enough, for it is true they had attended a marriage at one time, but having forgotten the names of the parties, the clergyman had only to tell them that it was this marriage - of Solett they had seen, and they believed it, simply because he told them so, and then swore to it without equivocation or mental reservation.” “What was the minister’s name ?”’ I anked: * Drowthers.” “Of Swampton ?”’ “Yes.” “ Ah! it is well that he is dead, for I would expose him without mercy.” _ “You would have found that work already done,” answered Blackwit, “for one Lou Cra was on his track about the time he was killed, and she would have had him turned up to the light in a few days more, if merciful death had not x stepped i in and saved ims PA be Does 446 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. “ What is the history of Lou Cra?” inquired I. “She is that sister I spoke of, and as Mr. Solett had no other relative at the time of his decease, she was justly eutitled to his property.” ‘Did she know all the facts concerning your villainy ?” “She knew nothing, as courts count knowledge; but if her instinctive convictions could have been taken for evi- dence, it would have gone hard with us. : “‘f pitied her a little, for in former days she was the bright, central star of society’s very élite. When the great blow came, it so prostrated her intellect that for many years she suffered all the horrible evils which a distorted imagina- tion could conjure up.” | “Go on with the recital,’ demanded I, with impatience, as Blackwit paused. “ You made use of the marriage certif- icate and witnesses which Drowthers provided. What then ?” “ Well, 1 thought it advisable, since there was so much property in issue, to strengthen my case with still further and stronger evidence; so I advised my client that she ought not to appear in court without a babe. in her motherly arms, and told her that if one could possibly be procured, bearing some resemblance to the deceased man, all we should then require would be a nurse to swear that she had taken care of the infant ever since it was born to Mrs. Solett, and our case would be perfect. “To get just the right kind of child without ning it immediately traced up and claimed was an undertaking” requiring both courage and ingenuity. However, we em- ployed a fellow by the name of Huntgill, who was already in the service of my client, and he did the work much more satisfactorily than we had anticipated. A LAWYER’S REMINISCENCES. 4AT “Going into Ohio, he happened to see just the child he wanted, having eyes, nose, and mouth closely corresponding to those of the deceased. He found out that the child with its mother was to go on a stage journey from Upton to Montville. Qn the day they started, he hired a team, and kept them well in view until night came on. His theory was that, as the coach would not arrive at Montville till midnight, the woman would fall asleep on the way. He knew that the stage would stop at a certain wayside inn some time in the night, for the purpose of changing horses. Well, no sooner had they stopped than he was on the alert to accomplish his purpose. With cat-like tread he crept up in the dark, opened the stage door, and discovered, just as he had hoped, that the mother was lost in sleep, while the child peacefully slumbered on the seat beside her. It was but the work of a moment to seize the little one, and bear it away. “Fortunately for our case, the woman, on discovering her loss, jumped out of the stage and went raving mad before any one could be informed of the circumstances; and thus people generally supposed that she herself had insanely dis- posed of her own offspring, and consequently nobody ever discovered the right clew. Shortly, she died. “Our plot succeeded finely. The trial ended, and the decision was in favor of my client. | “Then, as Madame Solett had no desire to keep the child, she again called on Huntgill to dispose of it. “ He took it to New York city, and left it in a basket at somebody’s door, where it remained a few months, when we learned that the father of the child had taken rooms on the same street ; and, being afraid that he would recognize it and make trouble, we once more engaged Huntgill to kidnap the little one, and remove it to some backwoods place, to which no interested party would be likely to come. 448 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. _ ee “Once more we invited Parson Drowthers to our confi- | dence —for we wanted to put the child where he could keep watch to see that it was not discovered—and he recom-— mended one of his parishioners, Hotchkick by name. And I think if the whole world had been hunted over, we could not have found a man who would be more likely to keep a child thoroughly down than this same miserable dog of a - Hotchkick. : ‘Tn order to heap additional degradation on the mother- less boy, Madame Solett named him Pelegon Jinny, and ‘2 represented, as you will discover by the note, that he was the illegitimate offspring of the worst possible parents. “ Having sent a hundred dollars and threatened dire ven- geance on Huntgill if the money was not deposited with the child, everything was satisfactorily done, and Madame Solett, after paying me a very liberal fee, entered into the enjoyment of her vast estate, since which time she has increased it by ways that. are somewhat crooked and, if I mistake not, slightly dark.” “Who was the father of the child,’ I demanded. “ Herford Leslie.” “The murdered school-master ?” “Yes.” | | | “ And how did he happen to beat Hotchkick’s ?” “That was Lou Cra’s doing. | 3 “She seemed to know everything, from beginning to end. Having gotten the school-master into her confidence, she managed to convince him that the boy belonged ‘to him; — and just as he was about to tell him so and take him away, the murder occurred.” Blackwit could tell no more. Tye a ncagor Be ee ee ELEY a FVTETY OUI ror Be Shoe UREA NY CHAPTER XVI. LIFES CHANGES. Se, HORTLY after the events related in the preceding 25 S chapter, Lou Cra was engaged in steeping the last bit of tea in her possession. ‘Too proud to beg, she was actually perishing of slow starvation. Ina wretched attic, for which the rent was a mere trifle, she passed her miserable days and sleepless nights. No one came to visit her, or seemed to care whether she lived or died. The tea was ready, and Lou Cra, with trembling hand, poured it into a cracked cup which stood upon an empty . barrel covered with a rough board. She tasted the tea. It was not good. Her mind wan- dered back to the long ago. “Topsy!” she called, half delirious, “bring the cream and sugar. Ah! that’s right. Now, Topsy, a bit of tender steak, well done, and then some rich, toothsome dessert.- Very well. O Topsy, go into the parlor, and see that the velvet furniture is dusted, and the lace curtains hang gracefully, for I expect fashionable calls this afternoon.” he dream was interrupted. There came a real knock on the tangible door of her actual attic, and, a moment ~ later, a veritable human-being stood in her presence. “To my eyes deceive me?” cried Lou Cra; “or is this 3 surely Master Berkeley ? Iam so glad to see you, for you a (449) 456.1 | FEEL TERE BPA AG. . were always good to the ones that nobody else was good to. MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Take my seat. Don’t mind my standing, for it rests my rheumatism.” I refused the solitary chair, and noticing that Lou Cra ~ was somewhat embarrassed because she could not offer better accommodations, began at once on the business which had brought me. , ‘‘Mrs. Cracraft,” said J,—the woman’s face became deeply suffused,— “I have taken the liberty to act as your — attorney. Many years ago, your only brother died, leaving a fortune to which you, as the only heir, were entitled.” “ Yes,” faltered the woman. 3 “ And the property was stolen.” iY e8.7 “Well, to condense the matter into few words,” said I, “Mrs. Solett, so-called, has heen made to acknowledge her crime, and every arrangement has been completed for imme- diately transferring to you the entire amount of which you were defrauded.” “Topsy,” cried Lou Cra, more than half believing that she was still in the beautiful home she had once occupied, “have my carriage ordered at once, aS urgent business_calls me to the city.” The poor woman was more than half ina sphere not of — earth, for the restoration of her rights had come too late, and the sudden news almost completely overpowered her shattered nerves, weary heart, and exhausted brain. % * * * * * * * A month passed. Lou Cra was dead, and her will was produced. All her estate was given to Charles Leslie, formerly known as Pelegon Jinny. _TIFE'S | CHANGES. aes z i 3 omy ‘ . ~ = ios a e ’ 4 A = 2 S } ‘ Pi } Beith. “4 Y CHAPTER sxViIt. IGNIS FATUUS EMOTIONS. ZELIA WORDSWELL saw her wedding trousseau finished, and the day arrived when she was to be married. Yet she was in no Jubilant mood. In fact, nothing reconciled her to the step she was about to take, except that she was doing something which would please | her parents, and which she conceived to be in the line of her duty. That she was wronging love, and grossly violating the claims of womanly nature, she did not allow herself to — believe. | After all, it is no easy task to banish an ideal which has been one’s inspiration, life, and joy, throughout the glad- some years of youth. This is what Ozelia Wordswell was now trying to accomplish. , A slave was once required by his master to put to death an old pet dog thatyhad been the slave’s constant and most cherished companion. The animal looked upon the weapon which was to take his life, and appeared to plead for mercy at the hands of the unwilling executioner. The club fell heavily, but, instead of killing the creature outright, it seemed to endow him with greater life. Blow after blow was given in quick succession by the obedient servant, but his brute companion only cried in ever-increasing agony, till, at last, the grief-stricken man, seeing how vain were all (452) a eR ER et eee oan BAS a eth SS perf aE Pa arene sen yy ery” Names a Retin 2 ie -JGNIS FATUUS EMOTIONS. 453 his efforts, and being unable to witness the terrible wrong he had inflicted on the innocent creature of his love, turned upon himself and sought relief by taking his own life. Thus there are those who have thought to crucify genuine - affection because they were slaves to some external author- ity, and how woful have been the consequences! Ozelia Wordswell was thoroughly conscientious. She might have erred in judgment, but in moral intention no angel of heaven could discover a single error. She sin- cerely believed that, although her heart could not accom- _ pany her hand, she was nevertheless under the most binding - obligations to marry Edwin Longworth. Did not duty impose the sacrifice of her own feelings? Duty to herself, because she had given Edwin the promise he had asked? Duty to him, because he had said so earnestly that he could not live unless she would be his darling wife? Duty to her parents, because they would not be reconciled to her own free choice; and duty to society, because of its demand that the judgment of those who gossip shall be respected ? She said to herself: “I will try to make the best of my eruel destiny. I will try to love him whom this day I am to marry.” This little word “try” is monstrously abused whenever employed in such connection. If the Almighty were driven to the necessity of trying to love us, it were better that we had never been born. Hverybody has a modicum of egotism: In this respect even Ozelia Wordswell was not an exception. Had it been otherwise, she might have surmised that perhaps, after all, ‘Edwin Longworth might possibly manage, some way or _ other, to live without her. Such a possibility did not enter her mind. 454 MY WIFE’S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. Now let us visit the young man himself, and ascertain of what stuff he is woven. It was the morning of the day appointed for his,wedding. He was pacing back and forth in his room, his mind in a very perturbed condition. He and his cousin Henry were fellow-lodgers in a fashionable hotel, and his cousin had been chosen to act as groomsman — at the nuptial ceremony. “Come, come!” he said to Edwin. “Cheer up! This is — no time for despondency. What is the matter, old boy? See here, now; you have been gazing at the carpet for the — last hour, and it isn’t a good day for carpets, either. I declare to Cupid, if you don’t forthwith change your mood, and brighten up and act as you ought to, I will go out there and marry that pretty girl, myself!” Edwin Longworth ceased walking, and looking his cousin full in the face, said, with solemn emphasis: “ Henry, if you would marry her, I should be the happiest man on earth.” COW Wat 122 ‘“‘T know it is outrageous for me to say it, but let me confide in you. I am a worthless, fickle, good-for-nothing creature. ‘There is absolutely nothing to me but my emo- tions, and they rule without check, because every check is of itself emotional. | “JT thought I loved Ozelia Wordswell with love so great : that the world could not begin to hold it. I not only told her so, but, day after day, assured her, what I then really felt, that I could n’t and would n’t exist without her. But alas! it proved to be nothing but that of which Schiller — says: ‘Oh, love! the beautiful and brief.’ : “Now, I need not. tell you of that young lady who recently came here on-a visit, from New York, took rooms at our - IGNIS FATUUS EMOTIONS. 455 hotel, and remained an entire week. Do you not remember her?” “ What was her name?” asked Henry. “Why, Ella Marshall.” “Do you mean the lady you went riding with so often?” “ Certainly ; and you yourself took her to the opera,” “Ah! now that you speak of the opera my recollection begins to wake up. Did she wear embroidery, drapery, ruf- fling, puffing, pleating, braiding, tatting, —” “Hold, Henry! are you crazy? How do I know about all these fol-de-rols? I have not made a business of study- ing women’s elaborate wardrobe, as you seem to have done.” “But I want to identify the woman,” insisted Henry. «Did she have on ribbons, ruffs, cuffs, laces, velvets, whale- bones, bands, tuck-ups ?” “ Certainly she did,’ replied Edwin, impatiently. “ Why don’t you say that you know her, and have done with it ?” “ Because,” answered Henry, “I would not wish to make so rash a statement without being certain We both have ref- erence to the same person. I ask you seriously, did the woman of whom you speak wear a scarf, basque, sash —” “‘] tell you, Henry, I won’t listen to another word,” cried Edwin, greatly exasperated. “ Yes, you will,” answered Henry, laughing. “Ido know Ella Marshall. There now, you have listened to that! Let us make up and be friends, for I never in all my life loved you as J am loving you at this minute. Pray what can I do for you?” “T want a little advice,’ meekly responded Edwin. “In the short seven days during which Ella Marshall remained in this city my heart was turned inside out. In spite of every effort, my impulsiveness or unconquerable fickleness 456 ~ MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. went through all my previous affections like a raging fire. : The consequence was I loved Ella Marshall as I never had and never could love anybody else in the world; and now, 3 traitorous and wicked as I know I am, I cannot help it, I find myself longing for the Host and hand of Deautifal Ella.” “T fear,’ said Henry, “ you are one of Dryden's witnesses ! eee ‘ All love mer be expelled by other love, as ee are by | poisons.’ . “Tt is not so,” replied Edwin. “Nothing could a i drive out the love I experience for Ella Marshall.” 9» « “ Probably not.”’ iS . “‘ Probably not, you say, but I can delat a sarcasm in your speech.” “No, Edwin, I mean ‘suet what I affirm. Nothing can — drive out your love for Ella Marshall. Why? Because it = will go out oe _ Love is never lasting which flames before it burns.’ | ae “ T tell you, Henry, I would die for her.” “ Indeed! Does she love you in return ?” | ee “Very likely; although she has not declared it, for the E | simple reason that I had no right to propose to her while as engaged to the other lady, whom I must marry this very day as a matter of honor.” | “Why do you not state the whole truth to as Wore well, and ask her to release you from your pa obli- gation ?” og “ For the reason that it would break her heart, and prob- ee ably hasten her death. She loves me with that all-absorb- o ing intensity which it would be perilous to molest. You see now what a wretched situation amin. What.am I to do es “ Really,” replied Henry, “there is nothing that can be 3 IGNUS FATUUS EMOTIONS. 457 advised except for you to carry out the programme and marry Miss Wordswell with as good grace as possible.” “ Hxactly ; but what a sacrifice! To give up Ella Mar- shall requires more heroism than to fall on the field of battle. Ella Marshall! Oh, Ella! and I must tear you from my heart of hearts, and then this day present that heart, all wounded and bleeding, at the altar of matrimony! Think of it! Is it not dreadful?” ; “Tt certainly is,’ answered his cousin, “but stern duty must be respected, and I rejoice that you have the cov”age to follow wherever it may lead.” CHAPTER: AV Iba JUSTICE AT LAST, AVING proved that the murdered school-master was Charles Leslie’s father, I found witnesses who could testify that they had heard John Hotchkick say that he would kill any man who should claim Pelegon and attempt to take him away. . Hotchkick being brought face to face with this fact, — emphatically denied that he had any knowledge or sus- picion that Herford Leshe was related to the boy. Notwith- standing this protest I had him arrested, charged with mur- der, and his house searched for evidences. To my great surprise, a paper was found, addressed to myself, which proved conclusively that Herford Leslie had identified his son, and that his own life was jeopardized in consequence. ; | Fearing that the worst might happen, he had undertaken to leave a record with me, but which, for a reason we may | too vividly surmise, he did not live to finish. The record, so far as it goes, is as follows: ‘¢ DEAR BERKELEY: Do you remember your old friend, Herford Leslie, who used frequently to run into the office of the Farmer’s Guide in the days of its glory? Fora year, at least, I enjoyed your friendship, yet never told you my (458) TH Ng iM ~ nm ex SssoG N Tan Ae : oh, SEY “ oN > ke 74° AN) “a te Dae 5 neon 1M Spa nar ee Ny } NRA AN LRN A 5 Nayar ll Ns AY MRS. LESLIE SEARCHING FOR HER CHILD. JUSTICE AT LAST. 461 : strange history, nor did you know what great grief weighed upon my heart. “7 had lost a living son. To-day I am convinced that I am in his presence. “T have not yet revealed this to him, as I must avoid madding his unprincipled guardian until the time comes that we can make good our escape. “J fear that Hotchkick already suspects my purpose, for he is keeping a close watch on all my actions. “Therefore, dear friend, permit me to make a note of the great sorrow of my life, and consign it to your kindly charge. . “T married a woman of transcendent quality. “Our only child, a bright, beautiful boy, full of promise, had been blessed with two joyful summers of existence ; and if any being was ever constantly worshiped, that being was little Charlie. Whatever we might apparently have been living for, or for whatever we- might seem to pray, our babe was the very inspiration of all our life, and prayer. ~ “Tt was in the month of August, when important business made it necessary for me to leave my family. Having to be away from them several weeks, my wife concluded to take the child, and visit her parents, staying with them during _my detention from home. “She never reached her destination. After many days, they found her wandering through the fields without a pur- pose, without consciousness, and starving. “Having some letters in her possession, she was easily identified, brought home, and J was sent for without delay. On my arrival, I was horror-stricken at her appearance. Judge of my surprise and grief when, instead of recognizing me, she shrank from my presence, and seemed frightened at 462 MY WIFE'S FOOL OF A HUSBAND. my approach. I spoke and piéaded in the old endearing ray way to which she was accustomed, but all that I could do or say availed nothing. See : “Where was the baby boy? No one knew. Oh, how my oy 2 heart was wrung with agony as I pictured the horrible death —__ which he had probably suffered. I employed men to search through the country in every direction, but my precious dar Ges. ling they could not find, either dead or alive, and all that could be learned was that the mother, with her babe, had | taken the stage at Upton, paid her fare to Montville, and oe that when the stage arrived there at midnight, and the driver called out the name of the place, and opened the stage door to assist his passenger to alight, he was greatly — nonplused at finding the coach empty. He had stopped M two or three times during the journey, but had not known — Sa 3 of his passenger’s departure. As it was a dark, cloudy 38 night, he concluded that the woman must have decided to stop at the wayside inn while the horses were changed, and had done so unobserved by him. So the driver dismissed the subject without further thought. eee “From that time on, I could do nothing but travel about Einar potted the country making inquiries for my lost boy. There were many rumors afloat concerning lost children, and 1 wasled = 3 : ‘ i : j 7 sti quite a busy life, journeying here and there to examine into — me )s cases which, at the last, could furnish me no satisfaction. ‘“‘ In due time, by mere accident, it seemed, | met Louisa — — Cracraft—otherwise known as Lou Cra—and somehow, I A oe do not know how it came about, I was led to tell her the ie, : burden of my soul. = é “She persuaded me to come to Swampton, secure the — a school here, and make the acquaintance of a certain boy, _ who, as she said, somewhat resembled me in looks. ee - JUSTICE AT LAST. 463 a “So I thought when I first met him in the home of John -_. Hotchkick. | eS “Tou Cra urged me to claim him at once. But how _ could I? True, I felt in my heart that he was mine. But where - was the proof ? It would have availed me nothing to pro- ae _ duce the predictions of this woman whom the world was 2 laughing at. To haye done so would have wronged the aon child, rather than to have benefited him. _-—s- “ However, the sympathy of my fatherly soul went out to _ ___— him, and, béfore I knew it, he had taken possession of the i “great vacancy in my affections.. In trying to make him . ae happy, I found what I had supposed was hopelessly lost— my own happiness. It became my constant delight to study his welfare, encourage his every effort, and watch his pro- pee STESS. | Poe “ But this day all doubt is forever set aside. A letter was a _ placed in my hands by an entire stranger — by the way, that ____ letter has mysteriously disappeared, and I fear it has fallen * into the hands of Hotchkick. Yes, here he comes with it.” Z Herford Leslie had written his last word. The abrupt : ending was painfully significant. It was more; for, with e other circumstantial evidence which I was able to gather, it resulted in the conviction of John Hotchkick for murder in _ the first degree, and in his final confession of the crime. 28 CHAPTER XIX. A GRAND CONCLUSION. EVEREND PAUL MURRAY came to take the place of Parson Drowthers. An elegant church was ~~ reared, and-the parish experienced a healthful revival of religion. ‘The new minister was the delight of both old and young, being a perfect treasury of goodness, a full mine of thought, and a whole world of practical wisdom combined. He taught that spirit is more than language, character than — profession, and life than creed, while his own good works were what some one has described as “ visible rhetoric.” Mr. Wordswell’s parlors had been decorated with flowers, the bridal altar had been prepared. Edwin Longworth and Ozelia, in an adjoining room, stood side by side, expecting every moment to be summoned to appear before the Rev. — Paul Murray, to receive the rite which should make them man and wife. | The appointed time having fully arrived, the guests were impatient for bride and groom to present themselves. Some one knocked at the outside door, and the announce- ment was made that a stranger was there who desired to see the clergyman on important business. Mr. Murray answered the call, and closed the door behind him. “What keeps him so long?” was the anxious inquiry which soon began to arise in every breast. (464) ~~ A GRAND CONCLUSION. 465 Ten minutes, —it seemed an age,—and then he returned. A keen observer might have discovered a serious, troubled expression upon his countenance, which had not been there when he left the room. However, no one had the boldness _ to question him, nor was there any opportunity ; for he imme- diately announced that all was now in readiness for the cere mony. Bride and groom were apprised of the fact, and in a moment more they and the attendants took their proper places around the altar. The groom was grand in appear ance, although exquisitely modest, while the bride: ‘Oh! She hasa beauty which, might ensnare A conqueror’s soul, and make him leave his crown At random, to be scuffled for by slaves.” ‘¢Mark her majestic fabric: she’s a temple Sacred by birth, and built by hands divine; Her soul’s the Deity that lodges there; Nor is the pile unworthy of the God.” In and of herself Ozelia was always superior to her adorn- ments. Nevertheless, she was feeling very sad on this impressive occasion. Her smile was shaded with a touch of something,—something which made it all the more fas- - cinating to others, although to her it meant anxiety and a troubled spirit. “ Usually,” said the clergyman, who was now standing directly in front of the bridal pair, “ marriage ceremonies are quite too brief. The consequences which they involve are so momentous, that the most deliberate consideration should characterize their every detail. “Feeling a great responsibility resting upon myself as the officiating clergyman, you must pardon me for not wishing to celebrate your marriage until I have prayerfully and earnestly given you all the warning and admonition which the good Father has placed in my heart. cannot Xe ‘made or foo by any decision of State or a Church; that no minister of the Gospel has power to create it, and that where pure and undivided love does not exist on either side, the Marriage ceremony is. nothing but. ee wicked farce, out of which there grows ofttimes a ghastly record of sin and crime. _ : ; “You must remember that no PARES S is ants to marry one person to another, for all that he can possibly do is to declare a marriage which he believes exists. In case he. a does not so believe, how can he justify his conscience eae: ees it? Therefore it is my ty duty, first, to “ With perfect truthfulness of eae: there must always b be : > wre matrimonial ne one jot or - tittle more chen is in you bestow. If aes of you eo any beset of ae A GRAND CONCLUSION. == 467 you man and wife. For me thus to proclaim, and for you to acquiesce, would constitute a sin against. humanity and ae yourselves; against suffering earth and pitying Heaven, a most cruel and far-reaching sin, of which I cannot believe ; _ you would be guilty. “ Better no marriage, better the innocent death of one or both, than that you should be wedded by letter and not by spirit. Nothing but unutterable woe can ever come of such honk , 7 deception. Beware, then, what answers you make at this hour, for upon you as well as upon me there rests a respon- ‘sibility which the angels of God have given into our charge.” The minister now offered a prayer full of holy fervency, petitioning High Heaven to grant strength, courage, and grace to those before him, that they might be able to speak with entire truthfulness, while pledging themselves to each other, trusting in the righteousness of God to shield them in truth’s service, for truth’s sake. By this time, so affected were all persons present, that tears flowed freely from eyes both aged and youthful. Mr. and Mrs. Wordswell especially were deeply agitated. Then came the question to the groom, spoken with an impressiveness so funereal that it seemed almost as though earth with all its trivial scenes had passed away. “ Edwin Longworth, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love, honor, and ~ cherish her, through health and sickness, through fortune and misfortune, or through whatever experience may betide, and wilt thou now and here solemnly, heartily, and consci- entiously affirm in the presence of Almighty God and these witnesses, that your affection is in no Mas improperly divided or reserved ?”’ 468 MY WIFE’S - FOOL OF A HUSBAND. The groom, white as death, looked steadily downward and was speechless. After an embarrassing pause the clergyman continued in — the same carefully measured, deliberate tones: “‘Qzelia Wordswell, wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together after God’s ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimony, and forsaking every other, as long as you both shall live, wilt thou love, honor, and cherish him through all the joys and sorrows, fortunes and misfor- tunes, which a wise Providence may visit upon you? And wilt thou now and here affirm in the presence of both heay- enly and earthly witnesses, that the affection you owe to this man is shared by no one else, and wilt thou ask the recording angel thus to write your answer on the page of eternal truth ?” “T cannot!” exclaimed the lady. ‘ May God have mercy on me, but my entire love has been given to another.” __ “Noble and courageous woman!” responded the clergy- man. ‘Then turning to the company, he added, “ My good friends, you will now see the propriety of my announcing that the services we came here to perform are indefinitely postponed.” “ Why had you not told me that you loved another,” inquired Edwin, whispering to Ozelia. ‘OQ Edwin! Can you ever forgive me? I was afraid of the effect my confession would have upon you.” “ And because I felt sure it would be the death of you,” answered Edwin, “I feared to inform you that, in the last few weeks, my own foolish heart has been captivated by a \ lady from New York.” “Indeed!” exclaimed Ozelia. “I am quite indignant at myself for having been so silly as to suppose that you cared — Bae ty: — a 7s a gale <" $e + \s wie a 3 7 ‘ ry are es A GRAND CONCLUSION. ee 469° anything for me. I am glad, however, for your sake, as well as my own, that you are so easily reconciled to the fact of my not wanting you.”’ | “And, to tell the truth,” said Edwin, “I am equally angry at my own folly for ever having believed that it was impossible for you to be devoted to any one but myself.” ““We have both done wrong,” answered Ozelia, “and now let us both do right by promising to be as we once were,— simply friends.” “An excellent suggestion,” replied Edwin, “although I am afraid you will never consent to go nutting with me again, especially if we must come through a deserted picnic- ground where there are spiders.” Ozelia blushed as she turned away, but meeting the cler- gyman, thus addressed him: “Your marriage ceremony, sir, appears to be strikingly original. Do you always make it so exceedingly affecting ?” ““No, Miss Wordswell, I do not.” “How, then, did you happen to make our case such a notable exception?” ‘7 will explain,’ answered the clergyman. “Just before we were ready to begin the service, a gentleman called me to the door, and begged me not to consummate the proposed nuptials without fully satisfying myself that the affection between the contracting parties was all that could be desired. 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