The record-union., 1897-07-16
GEORGES MISTAKE.
WASN'T AN ANGEL IF HE WAS
GOOD LOOKING.
Rut He Gould Kiss Like a Boy
His Wife Couldn't Teach Him
Anything at All.

Because people are good looking Is no
sure sign that they are angels, ana
George wasn't an angel any more thah
/ was Yet how many, many times
George had told me l was an anger.
knew better, of course, but, then, II
was perfectly delightful to near MN
say il, and I'm sure l was not gong 10
pin him down to absolute truth IN such
matters. There were plenty OF other
things in which truthfulness was OF
much greater moment and knew
that before our married life was nm
ished all of dear Georges herolsm
would be called into requisition to re-
ply truthfuly to many of the questions
j would be compelled to ask him.
Is il not so with every wife?
And is there a husband who does not
need almost divine strength to meet
the demands made upon him in this re-
gard?
Even with such aid there are hus-
bands who at times do not reach that
high standard Of truth to which Wash
ington attained.
mean, of course, in respect OF the
cutting done of the cherry tree.
AS said at the outset, George was
call having heard many men say as
much of me.
But George was no angel; neither
was /.
In fact, I think under some circum-
stances he could be the most provok-
ing man on earth.
Hundreds Of times, nay, millions of
times, 1 might say, I have wanted to
BOX HIS EARS;
and goodness knows how many times
] have vowed that would never speak
10 him again.
Still, when he came home in the ev-
ening, tired and worn out. I have felt
SO sorry for him, and been so glad to
see him that, in spite of all my good
resolutions, have rushed up to him
like a schoolgirl meeting her father at
Christmas time, and with my arms
around his big, broad shoulders, cling
to him as if there was not another man
on the entire face of the earth.
I can't help feeling how silly it all is,
for we have been married nearly two
years, and I ought to be more COM
posed and more practical, but I can't,
and there is simply no use in my trying
to be.
AS our only hired girl remarked apol-
ogetically concerning her own short
comfngs, 'T am what I am, an I can't
be no ammer than I am"
If George is provoking in beginning
a quarrel, he is just too lovely in MAX
ing up, and he is as persuasive then as
he is provoking in the start.
1 think sometimes he provokes me
just to see how much power he has
over me in coaxing me completely away
from my determination to teach him a
lesson in domestic ethics that he will
never forget. I don't know how many
times l have firmly made up my mind
to teach him just such a lesson, but
since come to think of it, don't be-
lieve 1 have ever made the slightest eff
fort to act as domestic pedagogue
When the time comes George kisses me
lust like a boy would kiss his angry
mother. folds his hands meekly, and
waits for the storm Of my
WRATH TO BREAK.
And it never breaks. That is one rea-
son George is so dreadfully provoking.
1 can't teach him anything.
Last Wednesday morning I was to
go to town with him on the early train
you know We live in the suburbs
and before we started he said some
thing to me that provoked me all over,
and l wouldn't have gone foot with
him, only I did want to go to town SO
much that L would have gone with any
thing.
But I was under no obligation to
speak to him, and I didn't. Not a word.
Much he cared, though, with his old
newspaper spread before him, reading
as if there were a new novel by we'll
known writer in every column.
The car was so nearly filled that
had TO sit in the end of a seat with
another woman, while George took his
place across the aisle in a seat turned
over. so that the man facing George
faced me as we'll
This pleased me immensely for he