The Forrest City times., 1895-02-01
~hS had q husband who did not object

She told her tf6abies to tbe vivacio,. Mrs. Kynaston, who was not sparing in her Sympathy for the poor friend who had a narrow-minded husband who objected to a convenient bicycle dress.
 Why, how foolish of him." she said. 'I don't believe the poor man has ever seen proper bicycling costume. I'll tell you what we'll do. Wen all go bicycling this afternoon. and come back by your house at just the time your husband gets home, and he will see what bloomer shit looks like"
 And so the bicycle party was ar ranged, and when Thomas Cranston arrived at his house that evening he saw five women riding in front of the house and four of them were in full bloomer costume. The fifth, who wore skirts, was his wife.
 He was not so badly shocked as he thought he would be, and he wished that he had not been SO decided in his refusal of his wife's request, but he. made up his mind that it would be un- manly to yield after his remarks of the morning, and SO with a bow to his wife and her companions, he went in- doors and began to dress for dinner.
 That night Louise again broached the subject of bloomers, but her hus- band silenced her by saying:
 Now, see here, Louise, don't speak to me about boomers again. You may go in for women's rights If you like, and you may wear standing collars and mems waistcoats, but you shall not wear trousers even if bicycling does justify it in your eyes"
 ''Trousersw cried Louise, indignant ly; ''who said anything about trousers? l was talking about bloomers.''
 Il know you we're" said Mir. Grams ton, ''and please don't talk about them any more. I'm tired of it, and I won't hear it mentioned again."
 The next morning when Mir. Cranston Iput on his coat to start for his office his wife called him back and said:
 Tom, I'll promise you never to men, tion bloomers again, but if you ever change your mind about them please tell me, for I'm really very anxious to wear them"
 The smile which for twenty-four 1 hours had been absent from Tom Crans- tons face came again, and he kissed his wife.
 That's dear, good girl, Louise, '' he said. II hated to refuse your re- quest, but really I don't like the idea of your wearing those things. And now, if there is anything else you want me to do for you. just name it, and I'll do it."
 He went away, but returned in mo- ment and called out:
 ''Oh, Louise, I'm going to dinner at the club tonight, and I want you to have my dress suit handy when I come home. Good-by." | Now, then" said Louise, as she went upstairs, I'll see if cant make MT. Tom change his opinion about boomers. That promise of his was the very thing wanted"
 The hour longed for by both came at last. Tom entered the house and rushed to his room to put on his dress suit.
 ''Oh, Tom!" Louise called, while he was dressing, ''come down here; want you to redeem your promise of this | morning, and do me a favor" ''All right.' he called; "rll be down i.i minute. and I'll keep my promise y
 He founA his wife sitting on the floor with dress pattern in front of her, and dress goods scattered all around. i Well, what's all this?'' he asked. Are you making rag carpet? What is it you want me to do for you? fits to clean up all this mess here shall refuse, for have some work to do next week."
 "No," she said, laughing, Fl don't want you to clean up the mess and Pm not making rag carpet. I'm mak- ing bicycle dress, which l must have early tomorrow morning, and l want you to let me drape .he skirt on you So that it will hang all right"
 But, Louise" he objected, live got l to go out to that dinner at eight o'clock. and it's now nearly seven. 1 won't have time. Let the dress go for to night"
 T can't let it go, for must have it to morrow morning" she insisted. You've promised to do what asked, and now when I want you to do little thing like this you refuse, and think it's real mean"
 Mrs Cranston stood up, holding a pattern in one hand and an unfinished dress in the other, and looked as though she were about to burst into l tears. Aitf tIeI f 'Oh, come now, Louise" he said, i'm patiently. Cant you see that youi request is trivial and unreasonable, and I must go to that dinner?''
 The tears that had seemingly been 1 held back with such an effort now be