The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-06-20
A HINT WORTH TAXING.
Women arc Entitled to as Much Enco urage-
ment After Marriage Before.

ment After Marriage Before.
Little Mrs. Evelyn stood before her hus-
band ready to attend church.
''How do 1 look?" she asked pleasantly,
slowly pivoting for inspection.
"Hum!" said Mr.. Evelyn, laying down
his paper and taking up his hat; ''you
would look better if you left off that dis
figuring stuff on your face"
THE powder o, Albert, nv nose
shone so it really looked perfectly horrid. -
LET it shine" said Mr.. Evelyn sternly /;
''if my nose shone like gold dollar in a
mud-gutter, / wouldn't dab powder on it +"
moo. suppose not. But will do -
"Dol Of course you'll do! What aqueer
question to ask"
The tears welled up in the young wife's
eyes, and lump grew in her throat.
Where were the expressions of admiration
that Albert Evelyn had used so lavishly
in the days of their courtship? "Beauti-
full" 'lovely," 'FlooE like an angel r'
charming" She had not changed. She
still thought her husband the most at
tractive of men.
4 dinner the next day she prepared a
surprise for him.
"You used to be so fond of bird's-nest
pudding, Albert, that / have made one on
purpose for you, she said, as she helped
him to the delicacy.
''The proof of the pudding is in the eat
ing" he answered, in a grandiloquent
manner.
He ate one plateful. and asked for a sec
ond supply.
as it good?" inquired the little wife,
whose foolish heart was hungering for
some tribute for her service.
at doesn't need any praising," said my
lord, coolly.
A more critical and less sensitive woman
than Mrs. Evelyn would perhaps have been
satisfied with this ambiguous praise. She
went to her room and had what women
call "a good cry"
4 few evenings later she had forgotten
all about it, and radiant in party finery
sought her husband who was waiting for
her in the parlor.
"Will / do?" she asked, as she burst
upon him in all her girlish bloom. This
time the "disfguring powder" was so
skillfully concealed that no living man
could have told where nature ended and
art began.
He looked at her critically.
whats that thing dangling on your
shoulders ?"
That? Oh, that's my white jet fchu.
Isn't it lovely?"
20 yes, very. 1t makes you look like
Feejee. Is this string intended to drag?'
That's my fan ribbon. How do you
like the way my hair is dressed ?"
"Why, l suppose it's all right. / can't
see as it looks any worse than usualw
Choking down a dry little sob, Mrs.
Evelyn ran back up stairs to put on her
wraps. defiant, half-wicked thought
flashed through her heart like the trail OF
a serpent over Eden.
Somebody will admire me-" it said.
Mrs. Evelyn, ST., was in her dressing
room. She saw the look in the young
wife's eyes and felt sorry for her.
albert always was conceited," she said
in the decided tones of mature age, "and
you have thoroughly spoiled him. Now,
take my advice and give him a dose OF his
own medicine"
Mr. EVELYN would have scorned the sug-
gestion that he was vain of his personal
appearance. But before the evening was
half over he found himself asking his wife
how he looked. She did not answer, but
glanced him over cOolly.
"Is my tie all right" he whispered:
don't you think Smithers cut his vest
too low? How do | look, Ella?"
'Just like the other walters" said Mrs
Evelyn in carelessly Indifferent tone.
did you intend to have one end of your
tie longer than the other? Can't say ]
admire it," and she walked off to her
dance with the gentleman waiting for her,
leaving Albert blue with rage.
But they had no quarrel. The good
sense of the little wife prevented that.
Only she did not hover about her hus-
band in her gay plumage any more, and
he missed his bright bird. He never al
luded to the dishes she prepared, and no
surprises were set before him. Being in
the main a sensible man. he saw where he
made mistake.
How pretty you look!' he blurted out
almost by accident. Ella, the little traitor,
had studied out this effect for the past
four hours before her glass. Her eyes
fairly danced with delight.
at is my new dress-the one you gave
me on my birthday. Is it becoming?
81 should think it was. Youlook like
girl again, and it fits you to I"
If there was-any insincerity in this, Ella
did not observe it. No rouge could have
brought such color to her cheeks as this
praise from her husband.
cit pays" thought Mrs. Evelyn, ST., as
she overheard them; "a man is safe in
making love to his wife"
She was right And the average man is
wrong when in becoming a husband he
ceases to be a lover.