The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1897-11-19
TEACHING ais WIFE THE LESSON,
fits Intentions Were Good, bu. the End.
ing was Unexpected.

Ills Intentions We're Good, but the Ah"-
ing was Unexpected,
Chicago Tmes-Herald: Mrs. Bancks
was going to the city, which was distant
an hours ride from her suburban home
Mr.. Bahcks, who was going out for a Il
on his wheel, and who knows It all, was
laying down the law to her in his usual
vigorous style.
whatever you do or don't do, Mary,
don't carry your p%ocketbook in your
hand" he said.
where shall 1 carry it?" asked his
wife. you don't expect me to carry It
in my mouth, like a Newfoundland, do
you?"
"Carry It IN your pocket, What are
pockets for, / should like to know"
Pockets are out of date. The dress
makers will not put them in dresses any
more"
'Well, Mary. you'll lose your train. BE
sure to get home before dark. 1t isn't
safe for women to be out in the evening
now, Some OF these fine nights youW
be held up"
'I'm not afraid" answered Mrs.
Bancks. "If people so along and.attend
to their own affairs nothing will happen
to them"
Don't you believe IT." said MI.
Bancks, emphatically. mot being
afraid isn't going to save you from rob
bers and hold ups. / am not afraid, but
1 shouldn't like to cross that viaduct that
you must pass on your way hone-not
after dark l wouldn't"
Having done his best to rattle Mrs.
Bancks, her husband rode off on his
wheel, intending to 30 in an opposite d.
rectton from that which his wife took on
the cars, when a sudden Idea developed
in his fertile brain.
ut will teach her q lesson, and show
her that 1 am always right. ] won't
brighten her too much: Just enough, then
/ Will reveal my identity. I'll do Ill"
With that he rode off at q leisurely
gait, for he had plenty OF time to catch
Mrs. Banoks on her return.
That good woman had made her visit
to a friend IN the south side Of the city,
and was hurrylng to reach her W train
by taking a short cut across the viaduct.
II certainly did look dark and ~forbidding,
but she grasped her umbrella with a de-
termination to sell her life as dearly as
possible. Besides, she had crossed there
many times, and nothing had ever hap
pened before. She stepped In under the
traffic OF the cars, and was picking her
way through posts OF solid masonry,
when n hand fell on her shoulder and a
voice Kissed In her ear.
BE silent! s-t-ts.ts! Your money or
your llfe!"
Not II / know H." answered the brave
little woman. and there was ascrlmmage
that lasted for several seconds, and then
she emerged from the viaduct with q
broken and battered umbrella, a sprain-
ed thumb and with all her valuables In
her possession.
She was at her home peacefully ON
posed when her husband made his ap-
pearance. looking like q prlze-fghter
who had been worsted, and limplng
painfully.
John Bancks, what in the world has
happened to your"
"B~-i-c-y-c-l-e a-c-c-i.d-e-n-t," num-
bled Mr.. Bancks, throwing a dilapldated
hat on the table.
you poor, dear fellowl Why your
face Is all scratched and torn, md your
clothes are ruluedl"
Never mind my clothes. I am thank
full I escaped with my life" said her hus-
band. as he llmped to a chair.
well, we've had a chapter of accl-
dents" said Mrs, Bancks. II was held
up, Just as you said | would be-"
'Ha! How slngularl But II appears
that you were not hurt"
mo, but the other fellow I
shouldn't be surprised n he died from
the effects OF the beating / gave him.
Wouldn't 1t be dreadful? ] ruined my
umbrella, but then I saved my pocket
book"
Much money In III" asked her hus-
band, trying to look as II he was inter-
ested.
only my car fare. but 1 needed that"