Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1892-01-29

| peare: Ietaitlon catch lay soul. but
d. love thee. lie said l would SIT per-
tectly calm on husbands cofin While
he smothered beneath, hut what is
woman 10 do but he quiet when 3 biz.
strong man is raging about notlung In
one Of these spells he broke blood YES.
sci on the brain. aud an autopsy showed
disease og the head which was pitiful
to think about
wonder he hadn't killed YOU. was
lie response ol Mrs. FIFTEEN.
Ny third husband was all sentiment.
and called nae pet names that would
lave delighted Fannie ossood the poet.
took them all patiently.
"Patitn,ly." chi a her hearer at
must have been delightful"
Yes. When he called me pet had an
excuse for being girlish; il birdie,
might trill my notes; queeny might be
sold and proud, so he had il all his own
gay. But your sentimental man wants
good deal of sentiment in return must
bs indnlged and coddled, and see every.
thing in a sweet Arcadian light: wants
his wife to dress in out Of the way STYLES,
quotes poetry
IL went around mindless Of the ces-
us of Venus, and had an excuse for
showing my beautiful hair, and dawdled
ever Moore and Byron, fealing internally
that | was poor goose and sort Of fraud.
ior too much sentiment is very tresome.
And he died like the rest:r
"Ye-s" And the widow tapped
small boot on the carpet, musingly.
IL seems 10 me that your second hus.
band understood you better than the
others ~ remarked the dressmaker
How so? No matter; but you mast
see that am right in thinking that you
do not know how to manage your hus-
hand, Mrs. FIFTEEN
You have not yet told me the secret"
"Do you not guess itf"
at seems to me that you let them have
heir own way"
To be sure did II is fatal to man
sr TO woman always TO have their own
way. A little contention is the passport
of love Nothing is more fatal than in.
difference
And you married three men and were
indifferent 60 ALI"
The widow redeemed
4 Perhaps am naturally OF that kind
while you, Mrs. FIFTEEN, oppose. fret, and
cold, and are not happy yourself, nor DO
not make him any the better man. Men
are not easily turned about.
What would you do in case Ike
mine, where man drinks"
Il would manage just the same.
But how, ma'am, how"
We'll, we'll, +" muttered the widow,
half to herself, Il can't find opinions
and make snnotations on them
Do tell your secret, now; can not fol
my life guess what il is.
Dear Mrs. FIFTEEN, YOU are an admir-
able dressmaker; my silk TO use your
own illustration, sets like a ducks foot
In the mud; but you don't know how to
manage = husband. You must come the
morning I am TO be married, and see
,hat ] am all right. Mr. Blank is fas.
tidious. My hat is perfect love of hat.
and makes me look charming; but let
me advise you, laying at the same time
nicely gauntlsted hand upon Mrs. Fit
TENS shoulder, let your husband have
his own way. And she whirled her linn.
ber little form out OF the door, with q
musical little laugh that did not crinkle
her cheeks nor pueker her eyes.
Mrs FIFTEEN gave the moon upon thu
lake dress somewhat vigorous kick and
reclaimed:
She's devil, that's what she il. and
that is the way she has made herself
three times widow
so are all women, hiccoughed q
maudlin voice, just coming over the
rear threshold who are you contem
plating, lovey? Who is it2"
The dressmaker eyed him for mo-.
ment scornfully, but the calling her
-Iovey" did the business for him; With
mingled tears and smiles she patted his
dusty shoulder, and replied:
Dear. dear ducky, the nice little
widow has been telling me how-how
l might be a widow.
~She has She understands the bust
ness, / should think" The idea had the
effect TO sober him. "What did she
want you to do, lovey;"
WELT was dreadful
well, well, what was it? I'll have a
warrant out a. arrest her; I'll have her
shown up for what she is-the she
Harry Tudor-the she Bluebeard that
she ISL And he went so far as to kiss
the cheek Of his poor wife, who quite
broke down under this unwonted ten.
derness, and threw herself into his arms.
Il never viii do it. ducky, never,
i am sure of it. l can trust sou.
You are not fit to be a poor lone widow
You need the protecting arm Of some
husband
Mrs. FIFTEEN drew herself up a bit at
this. there was rebellion in her took.
Yes. she told me her secret, !" she said.
~What was il, loveyf / am sure you
would not hurt hair on the head oi
| your poor, devoted
Here be broke down, from some cause
or other, and staggered to one side.
II told her about you drinking 80
James, and how you spent my earning,
and how get out Of patience and some
times well nigh hate you. This was
said with grave solemnity, and then she
added briskly. What do yon think sh.
told me TO do:~
-Couldn't guess; but I'm very sure
1 you won't do it,
"Never-you would not live q month =
DO tell-do tell what it was."
sShe told me tn let vf,ll have x,1,tf a,,-yl