New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1896-12-20

turned to Mr. Carthew. who. being no LONG, ,,s.a
verv Young. was gratified by the ADJECTIVE;
George took his glove very careiuny "it IL, 80
hand and looked at his palm IT aue Hnfortu.
KEYS sir MY 'usband ere has most uhlor'u-
that's right" said George bitterly: SAY 1t
me-. ,., ,
And If you had a bunch Of keys with you'
Why So, ~
laid down his Christmas number and brought
his keys out of his pocket. They were on d
strong nickel plated chain, which permitted
them to travel but limited distance, ,,,.n oan
take them off. but daresay you can manage
One of these smaller ones perhaps might
No no. That large one is the key OF my SAFE
An. said George "A safe-room and a Glad
stone bag are two very different things. Erlow
me-. 80.
OH said Mr. Carthew. lightly, Il don't make
trouble of such little affair as this. madame
Can't YOU manage to open IT, my man. Let me
look
George returned the bunch and the keys went
back into their owners pocket
ITS no earthly use" he said regretfully; thank
you. sir. all the same. 1t means that we snaii
ave TO get out at Chaplain Junction and come
back to Waterloo. 1t just shows what comes
of trusting to woman If you take my ao'ice'
sir you'll make ii a rule never to-
There" said Mr.. Carthew. cheerfully. there
can't agree with you. my man.
That's right sir. said Julia with erautude.
"Argue with him. He's fearfuy one-sided in
his opinions
Il happen-er-to be recently married to very
charming young lady. and really can't allo"
such an impression to pass without comment.
Down at my house now. at Surblton -
Il didn't say there wasn't exceptions, inter
ruped George ~ was taking OF Sr 'ne genera
He gave jerk of his head toward the plain
faced lady. she's perfectly aware that she's
sworn in a manner of speaking to love. honor ana
obey me But what are the facts? Is my break
fast ever ready for me in the morning? NO. Are
my boots cleaned properly and shone so that you
can see your face in EN-? No If I'm a bit out
of sorts after a bad day at Kemptin. does she
soothe my weary brow. sort Of thing? Not her.
Well" said the wife. complainingly. You're
as bad. George. To look at you now and to look
al Won before we were married nobody'd think
you was the same. Not day passes but what you
throw out some nasty snack about my sister
down at .MderShOt. and I'm sure -
II became the pleasant duty of Mr.. Carthew. in
the brief space taken by the train TO run from
Queens Road to Clapham Junction. to conciiate
the disputant couple and to point out to them
how much more cOmmendable is peace than war.
both as regards the general body of human Kind
and particular individuals. Mr. Carthew went
on TO remark that there should in all these mat
tiers be a principle of give and take. with not too
strong a consideration for the non-essentials.
Speaking as one with an experience OF what was
now going on for many as seven weeks, he
could honestly assure them that marriages were
most certainly made in heaven. and that there
was charm in the companionship OF two ahec-
tjopate hearts with a mutual respect for each
other that not to be measured. not to be
weighed not to be calculated And he did beg
them To take this as standard or cOnOucl;
never to quarrel excepting on high and imperial
and supermportant subjects. only by these
means" said MIR. Carthew. could married people
enjoy that happiness. that sweet companionship.
that gentle content and so forth, that Provi-
dence intended they"
Chapman Junction." said George. interrupt
ing Mr. Carthew's lecture. Take the bag julia.
And thank you. sir for your words of advice.
and-good afternoon.
Mr. Carthew in his genial manner. offering
his hand. George took it awkwardly with his left
hand MIR Carthew bowed to the woman. and
Julia said ferventy that she should never forget
his words. and that she hoped, please goodness,
to profit by them.
Have YOU got an impression. cloth head"
asked Julia of her husband, in the hearing of Mr..
Carthew as the train started
Yes silly face" answered her husband. II
'ave"-he looked at the palm of his right hand
land a good one. too
Mr. Carthew at his pleasant home that even
ing at Surbiton. after a pleasant dinner and
over a pleasant cigar. related to his really very
pleasant young wife the details Of this incident.
and his Young wife cured up in the deep bas-
ket-char on the other side of the cheerfuy baz-
ing fire. nodded approval.
And really you know. dearest love-" he said
modestly, Il shouldn't wonder If those few words
Of advice offered in casual way. with no at
tempt to dictate conduct. but simply as IL
to successfully. / really should not wonder II
perhaps II meant the beginning Of life of JOY
for both"
Il think every one ought TO be happy" said
young Mrs Carthew.
That's too much to expect my love Dearie.
throw the matches over will you? They are Just
by your elbow. There must be a certain amount
OF trouble in the world. else should never
recognize happiness when we encountered it,
II see" said the contented young person in the
basket chair.
And as far as could Judge this couple I'm
speaking of. they were ordinary honest working
people but a taste for quarrelling had been Gull
tivated and fostered until II had become habit"
How very horrid.
1T is deplorable. dearie-most deporabe, As
! pointed out to them-these are very bad wax
matches, my dearest. They don't seem to strike
at all we'll"
They are the same kind. Matthew. that dear
papa always used.
~ can't help that my dear. The fact remains
that they are bad matches. / must get some
from the Stores and bring down Tomorrow"
There Is no necessity" said the young person
in the armchair. with some spirit IF they were
good enough for papa
Very we'll. dear. very we'll. We won't argue
about trif1es."
II don't consider Matthew. that reflection