The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-07-12
THE NEW WIFE.


Wonaen's club; time, $50 p. m. Several
small tables dotted about. the room with
paper, pens ard ink supplied to each At
one of them sits Mrs. Canoby-Jones, a
medium sized, determined looking woman.
with a, shrewd, intelligent, but hard face,
and evidently too absorbed to notice a
page boy, who has been standing at her
eioow with a note on a salver for at
least ten minutes.
Boy (resignedly trying once more to at
tract her attention)-Please, mum, 'ere's a
letter, ana the cabman is waiting for an
answer.
Mrs. CD. Grritably)-Bother the boy!
what do you interrupt me for when you
see am busy? 1 shall speak to the presi-
dent again about getting sensible women
Servants. Clears open note and reads
hall aloud: Dear Cassia-Mureil seems
very unwell. wish you could come home
ard, see her. as L have to return to the
office this evening. Yours, James CANOPY
Jones Dear mellow intensely aggra-
waiting! Just as I was getting well into
my lecture for the Society for Pronot-
ing Women's Further Elevation! 90
boy.) Tell the cabman TO wait. exit
boy) suppose 1 must drive back and
see what IS the matter. James is so fussy
over that child! Gathers up papers and
puts them into small handbag, Grams soft
felt hat on head and EXIT
Scene: The night nursery in the Cano-
by-Jones' house in kensngton. Time,
.oV p III. IIStly, lar dDOul years
old, tossing about restlessly in bed and
evidently very feVerish. Mrs. CANOPY
Jones waiting ilnpatiently. Enter doctor.
Mrs. C.-J.-Good evening, doctor. Mr..
Jones thinks Muriel is not well. l think
she has probably only over-eaten herself,
but you know how absurdly anxious he is
about her slightest ailments. He is out,
SO am obliged to wait and hear your
due at meeting of the East End at 8
o'clock for promoting smoking among
women Of the lower classes, in order to
cam their nerves, etc.
Doctor ihaving examined child carefully
and asked the nurse several questions,
looks sterniy at Mrs. Canoby-J ones, of
whom he strongly disapproves)-I think
madam, the child has decided symptoms
carefully watched through the night, and
l will call the first thing in the morn
ing
Mrs. CD. hurriedly)-Good heavens,
and l have been quite close to her for the
last half hour, and may, perhaps, carry
the infection to the meeting! You think
the best and safest dsnfectant is car
bolic, DOCTOR Ell? Yes? Oh, then, I'll go
and use some. You will leave a prescrip-
ton for Murie, and give Nursey the
necessary directions, pleace; and if you
think it needful send in a trained nurse.
l really have no time to see to those
little things. I shall be late now. Good
night, doctor. exit, amid Mortified
chances from the doctor and nurse.)
Two months later Scene: A small sea-
side village on sunny day. Mr.. Can
oby-Jones walking by the side of tiny
pony carriage in which sits Murlel, rag
lie, but convalescent.
Muriel llolding up her little hand to the
sunshine)-Look, daddy, darling, can
see the sun froo my fingers.
Mr. CD. Qondly)-Yes, pet, but soon
you will be able to run about and get
quite fat and strong again.
Muriel--Yes, 1 s'pose so. Daddy, have
you heard from mamma?
Mr.. C.-J.-No, dearie, not just lately. [
expect she is too busy with her meetings
and lectures; she works so hard, you
know.
Muriel-Yes, daddy; but why?
Mr. GU. (rather on-plussed)- you
see, my dear. Oh. look! here comes
some bicycles GLAD of the diversion.l
Muriel-Yes, how fast they comet Two
gentlemen, daddy.
Two bicycles coming along in clouds of
dust suddenly spy Mr.. Canoby-Jones and
Muriel and slacken speed. Descending
from their bikes they turn out to be
Mrs. Canoby-Jones in correct rational
costume, dusty and extremely disheveled
looking, and a man. Mr.. CanobyJones
stands speeches. in disguised amaze
ment
Mrs CD. Gin an off-hand manner
Well. James, you look surprised. Mr..
browning, my husband. Mr.. CANOPY
Jones TO her husband.) This is our
new secretary to the Women's National
Smoking League. We were obliged to
have a man at first. as we don't know
much about the different, effects of nico-
tine as yet, and he is really unassuming
for man He is going to type, from
my dictation. my pamphlet, 'On the Rel
alive Effects of Rural Labor on the
Sexes So we thought we would bike
down through the country together and
study the rural population, and that is
why you haven't heard from me lately;
We have collected some rafting good
copy, and now 1 think We'll so and have
a wash. Ell, Mr.. Browning? and perhaps
a cigarette before dinner. By the way,
James, where are you staying? see
the child is all right. oh, over there, all
right. Getting ON "bilSe.') Ia, ia, till
dinner Come ON. Mr.. Browning. eek
cunt. )-St. Paufs.