Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-08-16

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 Poor little fellow" said Mrs. Ma dax- Boys are such a worry to theil parents when one thinks that they have to encounter this world alone. must run down ard see them next week if l can"
 ''I wish you would" said Madax. "The children miss you very much. Why don't you come home oftener?"
 ''Well, very soon expect to be able to do SC" she replied; "but, like you, I have a great deal on my mind at pres ent, and the market requires very close watching"
 Can't you come home with me to- night?" he asked 'The children would be so pleased to see you.''
 No, she answered. "I have to take Sir Caesar Camp out to dinner tonight
 Tomorrow night, then?'' he sug. gested deprecatingly.
 "No," said the lady, shaking her head. Its worse still tomorrow night have a lot of stockholders dining with me at the Holborn.
 ''It must cost you lot of money, these dinners on every night''
 ''Yes. it does," said Mus Madax, 'but my experience is if you want to make a good business deal with a man you must first feed him we'll always see that the wines are irreproachable will say one thing for tho men-that they always know good wina when they taste it. '
 Well" said Madax, '1 will tell the children that you send your love to them, but l think. you know, inst a woman shouldn't lose sight of her chil- dren, even though business is absorb ing"
 She urged him to take his share of the champagne, but Madax declined. saying, "A man must keep his head clear for business nowadays"
 "Yes," said his wife. ''I suppose a man must. ''
 There was a slight tinge of sarcasm in her voice, and she put unnecessary emphasis 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 theml
 After lunch was over Mrs. Madax led the way up stairs to the private smok- ing room which she had reserved for their use. It was in a corner of the club building, overlooking bit of the river and commanding a view of CharinR Cross railway bridge "We will be quite undisturbed here," she said, land can talk business. Ringing bell to give an order, she asked her husband: "What will you drink?'' Nothing, thank you," he replied. but added afterward, ''I will have Q glass of milk and soda if you can get it."
 "You will smoke, of course, " said his wife.
 "A cigarette, answered Madax. When the waiter appeared, Mrs. Madax said, 'Bring glass of milk and soda, some of the best Egyptian ciga- l rettes, two Havana cigars and glass of special Scotch with seltzer. When these materials were brought and the waiter had disappeared, Mrs Madax walked to the door and turned the key in it. Her husband lit his ciga- rette from the match she held out to him, and then, biting the end from her own cigar, she began to smoke. She thrust her two hands deep down in her l pockets and began to pace up and down the room.
 ''Now, John," she cried. whats the trouble?''
 MT. Madax's name was Billy, but everybody called him John because his wife's name was Joan. MT. John Ma dax was the name he was known by. | Some months ago." began MT. Ma dax, "1 went into a wheat deal, and l don't quite see my way out. "
 Mrs Madax stopped in her pacing and faced her husband in surprise. "A wheat dealr' she cried. (Which side of the market are you on?"
 "Oh, I'm on for a rise"
 His wife made a gesture of despair and began walking up and down the room again.
 What in heavens name did you buy for rise for?'' l Well. said Madax very humbly, you see, the American wheat crop had practically failed. and I thought I was pretty sure of a rise. ''
 Why didn't you speak to me about it?" she cried.
 Her husband flushed uneasily
 ''I wanted to do something of my own bat," he said "Of course had no idea at that time there would be . corner in wheat
 "Cornerl" she cried contemptuous- ly. There's always a corner; there's bound to be a corner. Don't you know enough not to look to the United States any more for indications of the wheat market? India and the Baltic hold the key to the situation.
 "Yes, know, at least know now, '' he said, "but there is no use in upbraid, ing me for what have done. am uI to the neck in wheat, and the signs to day are that it is going lower than ever. Now, what would you advise me to do Joan?''
 "Oh, advise youl" she cried. What the use of coming to me when 1t is tot late? I advise you to get out of it Q. eheaply as you can"
 Her husband groaned-
 "I am afraid" he said. "that vii mean practical ruin now"
 Well, my opinion is that wheat i going lower still' '"Then it is utter ruin for me, " sail Madax dejectedly. Mrs Madax stopped once more in he pacing the room and confronted he husband. John, she said. ''why don you give up your office in the city am go home and take care of the children?'
 A spark of resentment appeared ii the mans eyes as he gazed at his wife 'I don't want to be entirely depend I ent on you," he said at last , ''Poohr' said his wife, and then sh added: II will make you a handsom r allowance for housekeeping and as muc n as you want besides. You are worryin s yourself to death about business Yo - ought to take a run to Brighton or g n of to Monte Carlo and give up bother | ing about city affairs''