The morning times., 1897-01-31

here Mrs. Lawton lowered her face and
drew out the next words in a dogged,
dragging undertone-''he is not faithful
The oscillations of Mrs. Kinesland's s rock
ing chair quickened the least little bit.
what husband is?''
Yours
''Ob, TreIit-yesl l wasn't thinking OF
him" She colored, biting her lips. what
is the present trouble, Agnes? Tell me-
''It's very simple. l found a note in
Fred's-I mean Mr. Lawton's-
pocket
My dear Agnes, what were you doing
thcre?'
Doing there?''
You were spying jealousy spying, y
said Marion, with her usual calm. Admit
it,
You're crueler than usual, Marion
was fool to come here. Mamma Will
sympatflze, however l shall take the
o'clock train for Boston
WAS the note very dreadful?''
'Oh, it told its own story And, as
you re aware, this is not the first time
THAT you've gone through your hus-
bands pockets? l know And the sigma
ture?"
lIltitlS. See- anu d very NIOINuJ
quarrel followed"
''The most violent we ever had. And
the last we shall ever have"
Marion Kingsland stopped rocking
Agnes" she said, breaking a pause,
81 don't know husband who in public
is more respectful, more attentive, more
positively gallant to his wife than yours -
I'm public,'' bristled the other. What
does that mean?''
1T means great deal more than many
q wife gets-many a Wife of our ac-
guaintance whom I've heard you openly
pity in my hearing. Now, answer me
frankly. Might not that letter which you
found and read have implied Irritation,
passing sentiment, rather than the very
lurid and scandalous Interpretation you
put upon it. l say might it not? Think
for a moment before you answer"
Agnes tossed her h cad, decked in tiny
bonnet of tangled pansies.
We'll, perhaps she presently conceded,
with distinct reluctance.
Perhaps repeated Marion ''Now, that
is at least an admission. 1t puts Frederick
in a more pardonable light. But it does not
excuse you from being most rasIlly ndis-
Greet
oh fumed Agnes, Il do so detest hat
kind OF philosophy"
I'VE women can cultivate none that is
sounder''
I'VE women, Marion. How would you
feel, pray, il your Trent
'Never mind my Trent, dear. Let us
talk generdIitics for few minutes.
There's hardly q household that hasn't its
Bluebeard's S chamber"
Except yours. And so you can af-
ford
.'Gencralit:es. please, Agnes, Just for n
little while. There are Fatimas who do
pry and there are Fatimas who don't.
The latter have by far the best time of it
that is, when their Bluebeards treat them
fondly and courteously. Discretion is a
wonderful safeguard to conjugal content
/. ment. The moral Obligation with men
should be as strong as it is with women
/ freely grant you that. But society does
not grant it, and in the lives of our great
ticalIy employ any such system of ethics
unless 1 miscrably err. 1t is a system
talked about written about, and, if at
some day it will be actively exploited on
that day everybody who now lives will lie,
as firmly believe, in graves whose deep
est cut headstones have grown undeciph-
erabe blurs The new woman may dream
her dreams and even realize few of them
But, after all, it is still q mans world and
mans world for many centuries it must
remain. Fatima will reap nothing by her
curiosity except unhappiness. So many
OF them live and die in blissful ignorance
And tits so much better that they should
Men are men, and the leopard does not
change his spots. Why lot let well alone?
A wife cantend and water her jealousy and
her suspicion precisely as if they were two
different specimens of fern in a fayorite
Jarqhiere OF course, marital neglect, i'll