The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1895-03-08

oohic Hiorc CONSIDERATION Tor me III 90
home to my father"
Go and put on your hat"
The husband goes meekly upstairs
and comes down with a hat with wav-
ing plumes.
rs that all right?"
"Oh, yes, you'll have to do"
They enter the family coach, coupe
run by electricity In a storage battery.
A handsome woman in livery is seated
behind; she turns a crank and away
they go at fifty miles an hour.
My dear" says the husband, you'll
really have to get me new valet. This
fellow doesn't know how to take care
of ny dresses"
You're always growing, John.
Don't you know that we've got to
economize, anyway? My gold mine
doesn't pan out as well as l expected,
and that wheat deal nearly bursted me.
Oh, by the way, forgot to give your
Christmas present. Here it is. Put it
on your finger, outside of your glove.
want Jones to see it. His wife never
gives him anything"
1t is beautiful ring, set with half a
hundred gems of various kinds.
Il left your Christmas present in
your rooms, dearest" says John.
What did you get?"
Il got beautiful pair of suspenders
for you"
What did they cost?"
II don't know"
Il suppose will when pay the bill.
John, you are dear, generous, extrav.
agant fellow with my money"
They are landed at the base of a
broad flight of marble steps. 1t is
bright as monday, and crowds are
trooping In, and all over the wide ves-
tibule you can see red and blue and
green court hats being doffed grace
fully as the ladies bow to one another.
The men stop and shake hands with
one another occasionally, and as they
come to the door they hang back till
the ladies produce the tickets.
John, where are you?"
I'm here, DEAR" says John, meel1ly.
Don't get lost. There's dear"
She turns and gets into an animated
conversation with several other ladies.
declared dividend of three per cent, ;"
| says one.
I'm glad Of that. What do you
think of Nellie Jones for governor?"
WELL" says strong-voiced lady,
throwing away a cigarette; Il don't
think the democrats would dare to put
up Nellie Jones. She couldn't carry
precinct south of Market street."
II think" says another, ''we can
make deal with Bridget O'Flaherty
for the attorney general"
Maria" says a small voice, while a
timid hand pulls at her coat tails
Maria"
"Well, if we can get Susan Robinson
in for congress we might let Bridget
have something"
''Maria.'
"What is it?"
''The curtain is going up, dear"
'Oh, all right. l suppose I've got
to take you in"
Then the ladies all go in together,
jabbering, and half dozen helpless
things of men lag behind.
(Which of them did you say is with
you?" asks the doorkeeper, little,
shriveled up old woman. And finally
they all get in and take their seats.
John is very uneasy. He sees all the
other men without their hats. The
ladies do not take theirs off. The cur
tain goes up. The play Is "Othello"
rewritten, and Desdemona is a star.
The duchess and a senate are assem-
bled. Old Brabantio accuses Desde-
mona of having married the Moor. In
effect Desdemona says she'll do as she
darn pleases about it, and the time has
gone by when old fools of fathers had
anything to say to their daughters
about such things. The old man is
beaten. Desdemona is appointed to
the command at Cyprus and elects to
take Othello with her. There is great
applause, the author is called for, and
the ladies cry "Bravo!'
Where are you going, Maria?"
I'm going out to see woman"
Don't be long. l don't like to sit
here all by myself"
'Oh, don't be foolish. I'll bring you
some candy"
IHe Ioyer Is DrliIiaht Win lauleS In
gay dress. There are twinkling calves
and shining patent feathers and coats
in all the colors of the rainbow. The
men don't leave their seats, but sit
alone and cast occasional longing
glances at the entrance to the cafe
The critics of the morning papers are
there, learned and important.
"Fine isn't it?'
''oh, don't know. She's a great ac-
tress; but hardly womanly enough,
don't you know. One wants force and
dignity and something of power in the
soldier don't You knoW?"