The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-01-29
A TYPE OF HUSBAND.
HIS Is A NATURE WHICH MOST
YOUNG GIRLS SHOULD AVOID.

The Self Importance of Typical Young
Married Man Who Has for a Wife
Sunny Tempered Woman Who Cannot 3
Suppressed in Her Efforts to BE 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
loveliness 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 bat colorless-the unimpeach-
able evidence of an habitual and harm
lessly mild dissipation.
They had been to the opera. He sat
stiffly 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, a
little to one side and his little dark eyes
increased the impression of a 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
bis seat, while she cuddled back as far
as possible and inclined slightly toward
the vacancy behind him. 1t is needless
to add that they We're 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 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 little in silence at his
rough retOrt, but presently she forgot
her chagrin and said something to him
again.
"Well, you're a nice person to criticise
anything | that, aren't your Haven't
you got an nse at alp
The lit 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 il was not
long before her cOuntenance was again
serenely tranquil, and her happy eyes
told of tho pleasant thoughts which
were fitting through her mind. Soon
she looked uD again and spoke TO him.