Waterbury Democrat., 1902-12-17
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&{ ing If had such an awful temper as you. Mir. Simpson. don't know what I should do.n
 ssTemper?" said MT. Simpson, try ing to be calm. q don't know that I've shown so much temper. Come, come, let us use common sense.''
 Mrs. Simpson tapped the edge of the table impatiently with trembling fingers.
 That's right" she said, raising her voice. ssInsult me. Tell me again I have no sense. Tell me am an idiot, while you are about it. You might as well.''
 MT. Simpson felt himself justly ex- asperated. If you want the truth" he said, 4syou are behaving very much like one"
 This was the last straw. Mrs. Simp- son burst into tears and left the room.
 Mir. Simpson gazed after her, nut tering things about women in gen. era1. Kindly he got up and opened the door. Mrs. Simpson," he called, "you'd better stop this foolishness and put on your bonnet It's time to go, at once. The play begins at eight. and it's a quarter to, now.'
 ssYou can go to the theater, if you choose, MT. Simpson, she said, bro- kenly, In accents of deepest pain and injury, ssI1ut as for me, I am going to bed.''
 MT. Simpson sat down and reflect ed He felt very sad and angry. He J gone while almost in their grasp. "It's almost past belief" he said, sthat women should act so. There's no telling how to please them. And this is our wedding anniversary" he said, gathering new indignation as he pursued the bitter train of his refec- tions. "A fine anniversary for man to come home to. It's a tragic thing. That's what it is."
 Mir. Simpson licked a bit of dust from his shining boots with his hand kerchief
 What might have been the unhappy outcome of such meditation one dare not conjecture had not Mir. Simpson at this moment thrust his fingers into his new waistcoat pocket and extracted the theater tickets there from.
 He gazed at them ruefully. ITO think he said, tof the money I spent on thosei All wasted All-.'' But as Mfr. Simpson was about to re- lieve his mind further on this subject sudden light came into his eyes. He looked again at the date on the tickets. He started up joyfuIly and ran into Mrs. Simpsons room.
 That lady was lying upon the sofa, evidently in the last stages of de- spair. MT. Simpson advanced and clasped the partner of his sorrows to his breast.
 "Henrietta,'' he said, eagerly, slet us make it all up and be happy" Mir. Simpsons voice. fairly trembled with | delight at the turn affairs had taken. ''I made mistake" he went on. watching his wife's face for signs of relenting, "a mistake in the date, when I bought the tickets. We couldn't have gone tonight, anyway" MT. Simpson laughed triumphantly as he disclosed this bit of intelli- gence, as who should say Wasn't [ a clever man, now, to have made that blunder?"
 But" said Mrs. Simpson.
 .sBut," echoed MT. Simpson, as he shook Mrs. Simpsons arm playfully, .'that is just the point. The tickets are for tomorrow"
 A pleased smile lighted up the here l tofore wan features of Mrs. Simpson. '.Then we can go after all, can't wel' l she said.
 s'I should just think we could,'' re- piled MT. Simpson. He thrust his thumbs in. his waistcoat pockets and looked at Mrs. Simpson with a jovial air. "We quarreled on the wrong evening, my love-" he observed.
 ''so we did," acquiesced Mrs. Simp- son, looking very happy Chicago Daily News