The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1902-06-01
THE HUMILIATION OF SPARKS.

The trouble with your John. Eliza Mr.
Sparks at the dinner table evening. lis that h
DOESN'T look his profession young doctor ought L
look ike doctor John around with his pants
turned up al the bottom. the latest Of collar
little oinky necktie and the newest things in hats
He looks more like young stock broker than saw
bones and people with measles family or with
legs TO be cut of won't have him in simply because
he doesn't look physicians part.
But interposed Mrs. Sparks John simply dresses
neatly and in good taste F.s.
oh. know al that Eliza but physician ought 10
wear frock coat goIdbowed spectaees and plug
When John dresses like that he will patients
than he has pills You my words. Why Great
Scott, look something fairly
successful in my line and when was a lawyer I at
least owed lot my clients the that
ike lawyer. again that the whole thing
consists in looking your part
When cut law for literature and went book re-
viewing the Daily managing editor when
applied for. the position simply looked He knew
IN minute from dress and expression that I was
the man Tor the job dropped the awyerike look long
since and now everybody tell after one glance that
N in the literary line There isn't question
it I've had strangers say after being introduced TO
them You're writer aren't Mr. Sparks? and say
this in the face Of the fact that the old won't
let me sign articles
sYes. Henry" murmured Mrs. Sparks you do look
literary with your spectacIes and hair back from
your forehead and all that but then cultivate it
know and John says-you won't mind this dear. will
youthat he'd rather be natural dress he feels
rather than put unbeeoming clothes, though they
make him look wise 5 Esculapius
Well Eliza, Johns brother. but must say that
he's got something of the fool in him. When somebody
takes for butcher 1 may change my ideas the
subject, but I know what's what" and Mr.. Sparks
looked self-confdent.
Henry Sparks believed that the midnight oil made
smooth the flow of his thoughts. Thus it that he
cid all Of his bookreviewing for the Breeze night
He down the office Immediately dinner and
there read novel and history and natural science and
essays and wrote about them all until a. m. when he
went home.
Now the Sparks family had been troubled in the
matter of servants The maids came and went Finally
Mrs. Sparks wilrnette acquaintance, who
told her all about the experiment the club women Of
that suburb tried better the condition their
domestic employees by uplifting Mrs Sparks had
woes. and the friend said would send
maid who would only be superior homework
artist had lofty Christian spirit, discriminating
mind and a code of morals that rigid that
of John Calvin.
Two days later the maid reported at the Sparks fat
the South Side. She everything that her VIII
mette sponsor declared be- Mrs. Sparks felt
almost guilty because she ask young woman
dine the family. Ruth, that the girls
made only stipulation the terms of her accept
ance of a position in Sparks household and that
about the time she have She wanted to
to church twice Sunday and TO have every Wednes-
day night household that she could
attend the weekly meeting of the branch of the Women
Christian Temperance Union, which she belonged.
Ruth baked, fried and broiled TO a turn. Mr. Sparks
had such dainty and toothsome trihes in
way omelet soues chicken croquettes and Vir-
gna popovers that girl with the white ribbon of the
w. C T. U. in her buttonhole turned out Shes all
right Eliza" he said, hang to her Be kind gentle
and patient III promise you'll lose her through
me- I think she looks approvngy my quiet way and
literary demeanor.'
Mr.. Sparks always came home hungry his book
reviewing Breeze Office. So it that at O'Clock
morning every day in the week barring only Sun
day night on-he would make his way to the kitchen
there do away with of the delicate cookery
the pious Ruth which had been left from the dinner
before They had had Ruth two weeks 1t was Thurs
day morning the day after the girl attended
night w c. T. T. meeting that Henry Sparks
thought detected troubled look in her face The
girl showed evidence conflict for the
seven days On the next Thursday the look of gravity
trouble in her fact had deepened still further
Friday morning o'clock when Henry Sparks reach
d his fat coming from his night literary labor in the
Breeze Office he found his wife sitting up
,heeks tearstained Henry" she said, Ruth is
gone. I you'll blame but I as kind and
good a could be. I kept out of the kitchen and
found fault but she left just after had
o the Office night She said she to leave
but her conscience wouldn't let her stay and other
eason could get her give"
oh well it's the same old story said Mr. Sparks.
like all other women you can't keep girl. and Of
course. you're blame. Why cant you look the part
md the part OF good housekeeper as look the
art Of a literary man.
That same morning after Mr. Sparks had hours
Ieep he sat breakfast table with his wife opposite
The posman had just been around with the second de-
livery. There letter for Mrs. Sparks. She opened
t. read it and then with a peculiar look in her eye she
landed her husband He took it and this is
rhat he read:
CHICAGO. May 2o-Dear- Mrs Sparks: was sorry to
cave you. l did tell you why because did rot
Ike YOUR feelings but think it is better TO tell
GU You kind and good to me. but you know
a member Of the Temperance Union and ny
cience would let work in the house OF a bar
ander suspected Mr. Sparks attended bar from his
ppearance and because he always home "a
clock IN the morning and then was made certain
by finding on the wall behind his door certificate
howing that he was once member Of the Chicago Bar
ssociation- Car you not turn him from his wicked
ays. Yours RUTH JENKINS
Did Mr.. Sparks take it meesy? DID he act ana look
ne part Of lamb as be had always acted and looked
he part Of lawyer and subsequently that part Of
terary man?
Eliza he grouled I'm going to put blue shirt.
red necke. and green vest and then some blame
Dol woman VIII take for parson."
EDWARD B. CLARK
The Bravery of Moody.