The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1897-12-02
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81 am very sure If I had 1t to do over
again, | would not marry"
The. only person who could possibly
find pleasure ip those words would be
a sour old maid, a,crusty OLD bachelor,
or the individual who uttered them.
j was neither the one nor the other.
The one person who could find the
least pleasure in them was the individ-
ual who was married to the person
uttering them.
| was that individual.
My wife was the speaker
my love- + said gently; as was my
wont on occasions of domestic dis
turbance, II think you don't really
mean that"
What you think and what | know
are entirely different matters" she re-
sponded, as / observed a small hectic
spot on the end Of her nose. a femi-
nine storm signal to be Needed.
Granted, my love-" I bowed, "but
you shouldn't, tell everything you
know"
THAT isn't everything" and there
was a knife edge in the short, hard
laugh which followed it.
This was not the first time my wife
had sought to kindle"the fires Of jeal-
ousy in her husbands bosom. Nor
was it the first times she had. failed.
One can't exactly explain why, but it
is a well-known fact that both parties
to- a marriage cannot BE jealous. In
this instance my wife's husband was
not the Jealous one.
my darling" l smiled, the com
prehensiveness Of your knowledge sur
prises and delights me. At the same
time I must still contend that when
you a what o said a few moments
ago you do not really mean it,"
The small hectic spot flashed out
and lighted up my wife's face.
81 think l know what l am talking
about she said with a 1irt of the
handsome silk skirt had given to her
only three days ago.
What you think and what l know
are entirely different matters,". I re-
piled. following the original as nearly
l could. =
She had evidently heard the words
before, and their force compelled her
to silence.
Consider a moment what you have
said" | continued, land you. will, as
a sensible woman, see that your hus-
band, as usual, is right
-"T .doD,t cro VII. ...
husband is the only one s~ofxthem
who should always be right she
snapped, and the hectic spot again
flashed out across the gulf between us.
had not come prepared to argue
any difficult propositions. of that ma
ture, and at once began to sheer Off
into safer waters
That is merely begging the ques-
ton" | said with an air of superiority
which l had acquired from some years
of practice as a husband. What you
said was that if you had it to- do over
again you wouldn't marry
And I wouldn't" she replied with
renewed vigof; Il tell you | wouldn't.
A woman doesn't. know what she is
getting into, and when she has. discov-
cred she. can't get out OF. ft.,,. 81 .
But you seem to forget ,ope thing.
my love-" 1 said%i, soothingly, for
wouldn't have hurt my wffelsaeelings
for all the world.
Forget? Foiget?" she answered in
a Tone which Was Of anger rather than
Eof bitterness, Il was glad to observe.
How can ] forget?"@ '' tsa =
81 don't really see. myself, u smiled,
"but you have" II
Il have forgotten nothing" and she
pinched our large toTacat's tail so,mali-
'c;ously that the old gent arose. with
hurried dignity2and wafkea out of the
room. e:< =
But You have, my dear. I insisted.
You have. entirely forgotten that you
were a widow when married you
Whereupen, With aitoss of her shape
Fly and pretty head, my wife arose and
went out after the cat, leaving her
husband quite alone-and sad.-New
York Sun" .ftsifAF :: y - =