The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1895-08-31
ELABORATION

Ntn ffiIF@3 u p@eSFAS ii bTiSit diIu ooiu-
~pauionable Young wife. with ideas Of
her own f you are secretly immensely
proud Of her and her parts, bat fear
ful leat Won encourage in her an AFRO
gancc e equality with YOU and your
own. tier h.xgare IF moments Of SYM
pathv and keep z guard upon you. tongue
III hours Of confidence. lest they lead to
the death Of all future communion:
lest. il Snort. peradvcnture they tcfnpt
von into collaboration with your wife.
In tire case Of Jones its beginning
was very lIsiGious. Jones had !. mag
niticent idea for d plot. 1t was modern.
without teIug unspcalsable-never WAS
there 4 happier conception. But 1t had a
flaw. There N3S Il hitch i'll the action
which disturbed the flow. Jones stared
wildly ii the paper on which he had
Iottcd down Outline Of Plot in his
bolde5t hand Staring did not seem to
bring Inspiration, and Jones forgot him
self 80 far ~ to stamp upon the floor.
His wife heard the u;lvvontcd sound.
She va living the Children their nurs-
cry tea Il IL time, aid & little plaster
Itl4 Ia iI3= 1tlLHE iilip tllt I'll llitIT
bread and milk bowls, She went up
stairs.
What's tie matte. with the poor
boy, them: she inquired. The nursery
ceiling coming down. And what has
he done t. HIS nice smooth hair
"0A, don't be an IDIOT" groaned
Jones. Il re rot the finest idea | ever
had in my life, and now I'm simply
stuck.
HIS wife.s little face became grave
and important at once. She was a fair,
pretty woman, with brown eyes and q
little chm that stuck ont.
Tell me- said she coaxingly. set
tlin2 nthea arm Of his big leather chair.
Jones saw no warning shadow of com
ing collaboration.
I'm just give you al idea Of my
plot" he said, and proceeded to do 50.
The idea took th~ree-quarters Of an
hour to give. His wife listened, 1t first
with q ~preGccupied air. She could not
forget that an open jam pot stood on the
nursery table at baby's elbow. Soon,
however, the full beauty Of the thing
burst upon her. She got down from the
arm Of Jones chair and embraced him
with fervor-
Talk Of Stevenson indeed, =" she said
compas3Ionately, or Your Merediths
aud Hardys and peoplc.'
Come, come" said Jones. He tried
to tell her drvly mot to be an idiot"
but the words would not come as easily
as usual. After all, READ appreciative-
ness is a rare gift.
Write It straight away off, dear"
She begged. Write it, and get the mon
ey for it"
This brought the fatal hitch back
upon Jones, consciousness in its full bit
terness. He laid the case before his wife.
She at once suggested the only possible
way ont Of the difficulty.
THAT would have occurred to Inc if
I'd thought a minute longer" said
Jones. -
Course it would, the clever boy"
said his wife s%oothinglv, and she began
to expand her plot. Jones listened pa
tiently, sometimes vOuchsafng encour-
agement, and she looked so pretty, so
flushed and eager over it, that he was
touched. - In q demented moment he ut
tered the words that risked the happi-
ness of two lives.
why shouldn't we write it toyeth-
err" he said.
Once said, there was no unsaying il.
Without a word his wife arose and went
straight to the nearest ~stationer's. There
she bought ten reams of manuscript pa
per and 2 shillings' worth of pens. All
the rest of the day she was remarkably
silent. Jones addressed her at the din
ner table with a remark that had never
yet failed TO please.
4 always like you i'll that dress, he
said. Its a pretty idea, having those
sleeves one can see the arms through.
It's called net, or tulle. or something,
isn't it:'
"One moment, please, dear" an
swered his wife, and her lips moved
mutely, in visible composition.
Then Jones remarked that her hair
was arranged with less frivolitv than
usual. 1t showed more of her forehead.
which gave an intellectual look. This
was aided by a somewhat aggressive ink
stain on one of her fingers.
Jones felt much as he did toward his
baby boy when that infant played at
being grown up and dom like dadda."
He patted his Wife, cheek. She received
the advance with a touch Of dignity.
Jones began to feel d trif1e irritated.
and he scraped his loot under the table.
His wife started a little elaboratelv. ard
then resumed the silent movement of
her lips.
Noxt dow y.-ho,, bo