Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-06-21
A TYPE OF HUSBAND.
HIS IS A NATURE WHICH MOST
YOUNG GIRLS SHOULD AVOID.

The self I'm portance Of Typical Young
Married Man who Has for Wife
sunny Tempered Woman Who Cannot 10
/ suppressed In Her Efforts to He Happy.
81 pity that woman
'Pity herr" :.
eyes, with all my heart; watch them.
She was bud of girl wife, and as
she sat cozily ensconced in her light gray
macintosh, with its cape and big though
inoffensive plaids--the picture of perfect
loneliness intrenched against the pierre
ing dampness of the stormy night-one
might well marvel at the alien thought
of pity There was the unmistakable
suggestion of an exquisitely rounded and
graceful figure.
Her eyes were Of deep blue, shaded
by dark brows and lashes, and the wavy
strands of hair, a shade fainter and more
dull than golden, were pressed about the
shell-like ears by light veil, which also
seemed to hold the pretty little bonnet
firmly in place. The face was refined,
beautiful and more lovable than intel
lectual in its outlines: the complexion
was fair but colorless-the unimpeach-
able evidence of an habitual and harm
lessly mild dissipation.
They had been to the opera. He sat
stifiiy and uncomfortably by her side.
He was tall and lank and angular, and
as he unfastened the two top buttons Of
his black overcoat there was shown the
immaculate front of evening dress. His
silk hat leaned, perhaps involuntarily,
little to one side and his little dark eyes
increased the impression of self con-
scious uneasiness. A thin, dark beard,
which evidently wasn't on speaking
terms with the mouth, had also defied
successfully any artistic intimacy with
the BARRIERS shears, and hectic flush
heightened the cheeks.
He occupied only the forward part Of
his seat, while she cuddled back as far
as possible and inclined slightly toward
the vacancy behind him. 1t is needless
to add that they were going to their
home in Brooklyn.
BRAVE LITTLE WOMAN
She evidently enjoyed the opera at
least, and was anxious to dwell with
him upon the scenes which pleased her
most. Her mood also was a friendly
critical one He seemed to have a
chronic grudge against himself and
everybody else who presumed to inter-
rupt his profound communion with his
thoughts.
She sat II few moments in silence, then
looked up into his face with childish
confidence and said something in loud
voice.
His features relaxed, the crease be-
tween his thin brows deepened and his
face was petulant and fretful as he roll
ed his eyes toward her, more to let her
understand he was about to address her
than to look into hers.
I'D like to know what you know
about it, anyway.
She drew back u little in silence at his
rough retort, but presently she forgot
her chagrin and said something to him
again.
'Well, you're nice person to criticise
anything like that, aren't you? Haven't
you got any sense at alp
The little woman blushed, her eyes
dropped, the faint smile of interest
faded from her face and she sank back
again to hide her embarrassment.
A CHRONIC NATURE.
But hers evidently was one of those
sunny, open temperaments which soon
forget wrong, especially when perpe-
trated by loved one, and it was not
long before her countenance was again
serenely tranquil, and her happy eyes
told of the pleasant thoughts which
were fitting through her mind Soon
she looked up again and spoke to him.
Eyes, that's just about like YOU" he
calculated sarcastically. "Why don't
you wait till you know something of
what you are talking about before you
begin to criticise? What do you sup
pose people go to hear it for. anyway:
Do you think every ones a fool but
your
And the man ratified on with his harsh
reprimands, seeming to take a supreme
delight in verbally chastising the sweet,
shrinking little innocent at his side for
presrfming to exist or endeavoring to
make the evening pleasant for him with
her lnotfensive prattle. As she shrank
further and further back in her seat a
paleness drove the bushes from her
cheeks, and she had not recovered her
courage to speak again when the train
stopped at the City Hall station, and
they hurried across to the bridge cars.
He is the same, probably, in every
thing. His is a nature which does not
change. They are young. and evidently
have not been married more than year
or two.
How long will she endure it?
And at the crisis, which of the two
dark crossroads will che take?
Yes, indeed; | pity that woman.
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