New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-11-22
HEdRTLESS MRS. BROOKS.

The Tribune has always held that married men
are not treated properly by their wives. This
would not be so if it were not for the generally
shrinking and non-combative character Of man.
We need not refer to many instances of the
grosScst cruelty on the part of wives which we
have exposed in the past. popularity Of the
feminine warfare waced against man is that the
same form of oppression torture is seldom
used twice. Wom9n's inventive genius in this
line is something wonderful. For instance,
late dispatch from Halowel, Me-, tells OF a
new and peculiarly heartess form Of cruelty just
perpetrated by woman OF that place named
Brooks on her husband, also named Brooks.
1t appears that Mrs. and Mr.. Brooks had
misunderstanding on the question as TO which
pair of mittcns their little boy, aged five, should
wear when he vent out to play. Mr.. Brooks said
that he should wear his red ones; Mrs. Brooks,
with aggravating feminine obstinscN, insisted
that he should wear his blue ones. Why woman
should invariably disagree with her husband
we do not know. Many women, more than ordf-
nariy intelligent in other ways, can never seem
TO recognize the superior wisdom Of their husbands.
But will not pause here tor idle speculation.
Mr.. Brooks insisted on the red mttens Mrs.
Brooks stubborply stuck TO her insane idea about
the blud mittens. The argument grew warm, the
woman persstcntly refusing to admit her error.
IL finally eliminated by her openly defying him,
telling him that she only married him out of pity,
and putting. the blue mittens on the child and
sending him out to play Mr. Brooks's manly
spirit could not endure this With forcbe
preston which as it has connection with the
thread Of the story need not repeat Mr..
Brooks announced that he should live no longer,
and rushed upstairs TO his bedroom. Here he
took large bottle of red ink, part of which he
poured on the pillow and the rest on his throat
and clothes Then he threw himself heavily on the
bed and feigned death. Here the poor man waited
for half an hour, while Mrs Brooks hung out the
window talking with a neighbor and giving her
good advice in regard TO some ounce Jelly which
refused 10 jell." But at last she closed the
window and came upstairs humming My Grand
fathers Clock Ah!' thought the poor ink.
stained Brooks, as he lay on his bed OF suffering
that frivolous song will be chased from
thy lips. Wretched woman, when you see your
Door husband here cold and dead then will you
wish that you had been more consderate about
the mttens,7 lie closed his eyes and held his
breath. Mrs. Brooks entered the room and saw
through the whole thing at once. "Graoious!"
she exclaimed the big fool did kill himself
after all Bridget, she called downstairs, run
up and tell the Coroner To come down and tend
to George Brooks got mp from the bed and
wired of the ink corner of the sheet.
Now, we hold this act of the Ialowe woman
10 be the height of cruelty. She humiaed her
husband without carse. After he had gone 10
all that trouble and wasted a bottle of ink be-
cause he loved her, she might have pretended TO
think him dead for a. least few minutes She