The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-01-24

cott, I'VE VIII go out and look Tor n
little home. have list here that an
agent sent me" "
Mrs. Medlicott came and looked
over his shoulder, sitting ON the arm
of his chair, while he put his arms
caressingly around her waist.
''But," she pursed up her pretty
red mouth, call these places are ever
so far down town"
'Down town? Do you call Fifty
Ninth street down down? There are
only one or two down town. This
one on Gramercy Park, and another
on Irving Place"
They're all below the Park.
"Well, where do want to live?"
"Why, up by my old friends; up in
upper New York.
Mr.. Medlicott laughed.
''My dear child, nobody would ever
come up there to see us"
Wouldn't they?" There was n
compression of his wife's lips which
Mr.. Medlicott did not see. 'T have
some friends who would not find it
necessary to come up" she went on.
Iney i've tnere.
When they went out to walk, Mr.
Medlicott enticed her into furnished
apartment which was little gem in
its way. The price was little more
than Mr.. Medlicott cared to pay, but
he had a young wife to introduce to
his old friends, and this apartment
was in most desirable neighborhood,
very near the club, and the dining
room was large and pleasant for fiat.
Mr.. Medlicott anticipated giving din
ners. Dinner giving was very expen-
sive at the club, but with a clever wife
who had been brought up in domestic
fashion it would be different.
Mr.. Medlicott week later invited
Mr.. Hart and the best man at his we'd
ding to dinner. He announced the
invitation to his wife, and made one
or two suggestions MS to the menu
When the evening of the dinner ar
rived, he had little fire in the draw
ing room, and when the bell rang,
stood before the CRATE feeling like a
lord, at home in his own house
But there was not the entry of two
quiet, we'll bred gentlemen instead
of this the shrill voices of women.
Presently Mrs. Medlicott ushered in
Miss Grant and friend of hers, shy
looking girl.
Mr.. Medlicott was surprised. al
thought" his wife said, "that we had
better have some ladies'.
Mr.. Medlicott said nothing. He
went ont into the dining room to look
at the table, and on into the kitchen.
They had very satisfactory cook, but
Mr.. MedlicQtt shuddered when he saw
what he had been about to ask Hart
and Elliot to sit down to. He had
always known how to order dinner,
and he ordered one now-from the
restaurant around the corner.
81 know the taste of men better
than you do, my DEAR" he said to his
wife. 81 took the liberty of changing
some of your arrangements.
Mrs Medlicott was perfectly calm
and we'll bred, and looked delightfully."-
pretty in pink dinner gown which
her husband had insisted upon order
ing for her, although she said it was
useless She had gowns.
Miss Grant talked q great deal, but
the one or two little tales Hart tried
to tell seemed to fall fiat The con
versation finally settled between the
three ladies They discussed the re-
cent death of noted woman reformer,
and her published opinion upon mar
riage. The men looked respectful,
but not very hilarious.
Mr.. Medlicott made up his mind that
it wouldn't do to stop with that dinner.
1t must be lost in a series. He couldn't
have it going about the clubs that he
kept such n menage as this. So in n
few days he asked II half dozen friends
in, and he and Mrs. Medlicott made
out the menu together, or rather he
made it out, and Mrs. Medlcott wrote
it down
81 wouldn't-er-ask anybody else
if l were you"
81 must entertain my friends" Mrs.
Medlicott said.
"Oh, certainly. Let us have any
body you like on Tuesday. We might
make out the menu for that dinner
now.
1t was quite as good as the first one.
Mr.. Medlicott reflected rather sadly
that the two would come high--even
though they were made mp Mt home.
But Margaret must be gradually weaned
away from her friends.
The winter went on in this way. II
hadn't been the great success that Mr..
Medlicott had anticipated To be sure,
it was sweet TO go home, and his wife
was domestic, almost too domestic,
Mr.. Medlicott thought sometimes when
/ he saw that she was rather bored by
Mrs. Lupin, and that his intercourse
with all the women whose houses had
once been opened TO him, had taken
on new and formal character. He fell
into a way of asking men to lunch at
the club, and he thought ruefully that
he was spending great deal of money.
And then, one night, he was sitting
at home after dinner, reading. Mrs.
Medlicott, in her little house dress
she never dressed for dinner when
they were alone, nor did he any more
was sewing, The evening mail was
brought IL,