The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-07-22

ga man must keep his head clear for bust
ness nowadays"
YES" said his wife. 81 suppose man
must"
There was slight tinge of sarcasm in
her voice, and she out unnecessary en-
phasis on the noun Madax looked grieved,
but said nothing. How often do women
in their thoughtless rudeness cause pain
, TO the tender hearts of those who love
! them!
| After lunch was over Mrs. Madax led the
way upstairs to the private smokiDg-room
which she had reserved for their use. 1t
was in a corner of the club building over
looking bit of the river and commanding
view of Charing Cross railway bridge.
I'VE will be quite undisturbed here"
she said. land can talk business"
Ringing a bell to give an order, she
asked her husband:
what will you drink ??
Nothing, thank YOU" he replied. but
added afterwards. Il will have a glass OF
milk and soda, IL you can get it,
you will smoke, of COURSE" said his
wife.
"a cigarette" answered Madax.
When the waiter appeared Mrs. Madax
said Bring a glass of milk and soda,
some Of the best Egyptian cigarettes, two
Havana cigars and glass of special Scotch
with seltZer."
When these materials were brought and
the water had disappeared, Mrs. MadaX
walked to the door and turned the key in
il. Her husband lit his cigarette from the
match she held out to him, and then, bit
ing the end from her own cigar. she began
to smoke. She thrust her two hands deep
down in her pockets, and began to pace up
and down the room.
Now. john" she cried. whats the
troube?"
Mr.. Madax's name was Billy, but every
Ioh hao -,
name was Joan. Mr.. John Madax was the
name he was kDoWE by.
''Some months ago." began Mr.. Madax,
II went into a wheat deal, and | don't
quite see my way out"
Mrs. Madax stopped in her pacing. an d
faced her husband in surprise.
"a wheat deal?" she cried. (which side
of the market are you on?
son. I'm on for rise"
His wife made a gesture Of despair and
began walking uD and down the room
again.
"What in heavens name. did you buy
for a rise for?"
"Well," said Madax, very humbly. "you
see. the American wheat crop had prac-
tically failed. and l thought was pretty
sure Of rise"
why didn't you speak TO me about it?"
she cried.
Her husband flushed uneasily.
81 wanted TO do something off my own
bat" he said. "Of course l had no idea
at that time there would be corner in
wheat"
''Cornerv' she cried. contemptuously.
There's always corner, there's bound
TO be a corner. Don't you know enough
not 10 look 10 the United States any
more for indications of the wheat mar
ketp India and the Baltic hold the key to
the situation"
eyes, / know; at least know now" he
said, ''but there is no use in upbraiding me
in wheat, and the signs to-day ale that it is
going lower than ever. Now, what would
YOU advise me TO do. Joan?
"Oh, advise your she cried. What's
the use of coming to me when it Is too
late? l advise you to get out Of it as
cheaply as you can"
Her husband groaned.
II am afraid" be said. that will mean
practical ruin now"
"Well. my opinion is that wheat is going
lower still"
'Then it is utter ruin for me-" said
Madax, dejectedly.
Mrs. Madax stopped once more in her
band. John" she said. why don't you
give up your Office in the City and go home
and take care Of the childreD?"
A spark of resentment appeared in the
mans eyes as he gazed at his wife.
81 don't want to be entirely dependent
on vou," he said at last.
.'Pooh,' eaid his wife, and then she
added, 81 will make you a handsome
allowance for housekeeping, and as much
as you want besides. You are Worrying
yourself 10 death about business. You
ought to take run to Brighton or 20 off
20 Monte Carlo and give up bothering
about City affairs"
The man sighed.
That's all very we'll, but you don't see
that want to make some money for N.Y.
self"
''But you are not making it, you're losing
it. You say you are up to the neck; how
much does that mean?"