MAN AND WIVES
A TRAVESTY.
By MOSE SKINNER.
The Hon. MICHAEL LADLE and ARCHIBALD BLINKSOP were interrupted in their conversation by BELINDA, who sent off the former under pretence that the croquet players were waiting for him, or, as she expressed it, it was "his turn to mallet."
As soon as he was fairly out of sight, she turned to ARCHIBALD, and said; "Come with me."
"What for?" said ARCHIBALD, as she seized him by the arm and hurried him into the shrubbery. "Recollect," he added, "that I am an orphan, with a constitution never robust."
She made no reply till they were screened from observation.
"You needn't be afraid, you little fool," she said. "Sit down on that stump."
ARCHIBALD tremblingly obeyed her.
She imprisoned his fluttering hand in hers, and smoothed his hair reassuringly.
"ARCHIE," she murmured; "dear ARCHIE."
"Oh, don't, don't talk that way," said ARCHIBALD. "You make me afraid of you."
"Afraid!" she returned. "And of me? Oh cruel, cruel ARCHIBALD. Is it for this that I have passed many a sleepless night, awaking unrefreshed with haggard orbs? Is it for this that I've pined away and refused meat victuals?"
She paused. Her heart was beating violently. She took from her pocket a copy of the Ledger, adjusted her eye-glasses, and continued:
"ARCHIBALD BLINKSOP, for weeks I have basked in the sunlight of your existence. Your celestial smile, shedding a tranquil calm o'er my perturbed spirit, has been my daily sustenance. Your ethereal form, beautiful as an houri, has, with its subtle fascination, enthralled and steeped in bliss my innermost soul, lifting me as it were into a purer, a holier existence. Your—"
"Oh-h," moaned the wretched ARCHIBALD, "please stop. That's COBB, Jr. I know it is. When I was sea-sick on the canal, they read a chapter to me just like that, instead of giving me an emetic, and I was out of my head all next day."
"But you do love me, don't you, ARCHIBALD?—just a very small fragment, you know."
She seized him by the ear and kissed him twice.
"Come, own up now," said she, "that from the first moment you saw me, you have felt a sort of a spooney hankering, and a general looseness, including a desire to write poetry and use hair-oil, and wear pretty neckties; a sort of a feeling that your clothes don't fit you, and you can't bear the sight of gravy, and dote on lavender kids, and want to part your hair in the middle. That's being in love, ARCHIE. That's—"
At this juncture voices were heard calling for ARCHIBALD.
"Oh, do, do let me go," he pleaded.
BELINDA grasped him firmly by the collar. "Heaven knows," said she impressively, "that I have wooed you thus far in a spirit of the most delicate consideration. Now, I mean business, I want a husband, and by the Sixteenth Amendment, you don't stir from this spot, until you promise to marry me!"
"But—but—I don't want to get married," said ARCHIBALD; "I—I—ain't old enough."
She glared at him menacingly.
"Am I to understand then," she shrieked, "that you dare refuse me?" And she laughed hysterically.
"Oh, no, no. I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't," groaned the ghastly youth. "I'll promise anything, if you'll only let me go."
Thus it was, mid the hushed repose of that lovely June twilight, while all Nature seemed to pronounce a sweet benediction, that these loving hearts commingled. The soft hum of the June-bug seemed to have a sweeter sound, and the little fly walked unmolested across their foreheads, for they were betrothed.
CHAPTER THIRD.
WHERE THE WOODBINE TWINETH.
Notwithstanding the thrilling events enacted near by, that modest production of Nature, the woodbine, still continued to twine in all its pristine virginity. And meanwhile, JEFFRY MAULBOY is at the appointed rendezvous, waiting for ANN BRUMMET.
She comes.
But why that glazed expression, and that convulsive twitching of the lips?
She is chewing gum.
"Hilloa, JEFF," said she. "Mean thing. Been here a whole day, and not a single word about my new overskirt. How does it hang behind?"
What reply does this cruel, this heartless man make?
He took a chew of tobacco, and said:
"Oh, bother your overskirt. Is that the 'something very particular' you wanted to see me for?"
"Oh no," she replied; "I forgot." She looked cautiously round, and added:
"Say, JEFF, folks are talking about us awfully."
"Let 'em talk," was the rejoinder.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "Of course you don't care. The more a man is talked about the better he likes it, and the more he's thought of. But it's death to a woman."
"Well, I don't care any way," said JEFFRY.
"Yes you do care too," she replied. S'posen it should get to the ears of that rich widow you're engaged to. 'Twould be all up with you there, sure, JEFF. She ain't burdened with principle, the Lord knows, but she's got jealousy enough to break the match short off, and kill you besides, if she hears of it.
"And she'll hear of it anyhow, if they keep up their infernal clack," said he fiercely. "I'd like to choke the whole confounded pack."
"The talk would all die out," said ANN slowly, "if I should go away."
"Any fool can see that," replied he. "What do you mean?"
"I've been thinking of going," she continued, "for six months. I'm a poor relation, and Mrs. LADLE hates me. And as for BELINDA, she has so many good clothes, I can't take any comfort seeing her round."
"Where to?" inquired JEFFRY incredulously.
"Oh, anywhere," she replied. "I can dance a jig, you know. I'll go to New York, and let myself as the 'Eminent and Graceful Queen of Terpsichore, imported from Paris at a cost of Forty Thousand Dollars in Gold.' And then I'll make a tour of the New England States. Or I'll learn to play the banjo and get off slang phrases, and then I'll appear as 'The Beautiful and Gifted Artist, ANNETTA BRUMMETTA, who has, by her guileless vivacity, charmed our most Fashionable Circles.' Or I'll go as Assistant Teacher in a Select Boarding School for Young Ladies. I ain't proud, you know."
JEFFRY grinned. "Let me advise you," said he, "to go right off to-morrow. I'll help you pack your trunk inside of an hour, if you say so."
"That ain't the point," she retorted sharply. "I ain't got rid of so easily as that, I tell you."
"What do you mean by that?" he inquired, with a scowl.
"I mean just this," she returned. "I won't go at all if you don't do what's right by me. If you'll agree to my terms I'll go, and not without."
"Your terms!" said he, with a sneer. "Well, that is a go. What may your 'terms' be?" he continued, derisively.
"Marriage," replied she; "private if you say so, and a remittance of fifty dollars a month for six months."
He laughed in her face. "Marry you? Well, I guess not," said he. "Do you take me for an idiot?"
"You ain't obliged to stick by it," she continued. "We're in Indiana, ain't we? We'll take a minister and a lawyer along with us. While the minister is marrying us, the lawyer can be at work on the divorce papers. When you are JEFFRY MAULBOY again, a single man, and I'm once more ANN BRUMMET. spinster, I'll go away and never trouble you again. There's no risk. I go in ANN BRUMMET, and come out ANN BRUMMET, all inside of two hours, and there's nobody to tell of it. The lawyer and minister are used to it, you see, and the secret's safe with them."
JEFFRY