The Northern Pacific farmer., 1881-10-27
A Matter Of Bus mess.

| "Yon were out late last night, DEAR" said
| Mrs. Breezy, taking her seat at the break
fast table and fumbling nervously with he.
fork.
"Oh, no." said Mr.. Breezy, 1t wasn't
late. You see, darling. you were asleep
when I came in, and
%No, Mr.. Breezy was not asleep, bat, as
you say, it was not late for you: Nothing
| would convince you that the clock struck 3
as you closed the hall door, OF course
business detained you, my dear. 1t is Won
derful how much business man will find
to transact after midnight, but of course we
women know nothing about such things
! We never Can understand you men, can We,
dear? We are always imagining all sorts of
| horrid things when you happen to stay
away day or two without sending us even
| a line. Women are SO nervous, are they
| not, dear? What silly creatures we are, to
be sure. If We would only 60 to bed, and
90 to sleep, it would Fave us world of
trouble, wouldn't it dear? We might know
| that you great, strong men can take care of
til Or o'clock in the morning talking
business with your customers. it is
really ungreatful for us to complain, for
of course, you have the worst Of it, don't
| you darling? How 1t must have bothered
| you, and how tired you must get and think
that it is all for our cakes. When you come
tottering homo 80 tired that you can hardly
get up stairs, and throw yourself on the bed
without even the strength to remove your
boots, VIC should appreciate your devotion
| in thus laboring to support US. Now, last
| night, dear, when you stumbled over the
| rocking chair, and founa yourself obliged
o cling to the headboard to support your
weary form. YOU presented really sad ex-
| 30 hro n,,l
| father. When your shattered nerves caused
you to upset my fresh bottle Of cologne.
and scatter the contents of my work basket
| over the door, you really looked the typical
martyr of married life. OF course you do
not remember it, dear. You we're too tired
and worn out with that horid customer, to
remember anything. What dry, stupid
! time you mast have talking business up to
! 8 O'Clock in the morning; and you look so
sleepy and used up this morning would
| really imagine you had experienced a So
| we're illness if didn't know it was those
! terrible racking business cares which pull
you down so. I see you have quite lost
your appetite, dear. You haven't even
touched your steak. Now, dear, this will
not do. You must not apply yourself SO
! Mrs. Breczy's mouth curled into a decided
| sneer as she dug o tablespoon into the fried
potatoes.
But, nv DEAR" said Mr.. Breezy, max
ing heroic effort to swallow a little of the
| steak, 1T Was most Important engag-
"Of course it was. said Mrs. Breezy, as
she poured out cup of coffee with trem-
bling hand. "Of course it was. love. Your
engagements were always important. They
will never keep over until morning. never.
What if these engagements, these very IN
portant engagements-do occur five or SIX
nights out of the week. 1t is sign OF
your prosperity. Should compia'nlt II you
find yourself obliged to meet yonr custom.
| ers at theatres and concert.halls, and at
poker parties in out Of the way hotels! NO,
dear, you are Obliged to adapt yourself to
your customers mode of life. 1t ls all in
the way of business. and we short sighted
wives are very unreasonable to suppose Tor
a moment that you frequent such places
| out of choice. when even instinct should
teach us that you would much prefer being
home in the bosoms of your families. You
dear, abused husband! How patient you
are, to be sure. with u fdgety, rnreason-
ing creatures" and Mrs. Breezy pushed
back her chair with q jerk md left the
room.