Waterbury Democrat., 1902-12-17
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 of very particlar event. For did not the calendar show that this day heralded the anniversary of their marriage? And what more natural than the dissipation of a theater on so festive and infrequent an occa- sion?
 To, be sure, the matter of so reck- less an expenditure had been dis cussed with becoming gravity; but, Mrs. Simpson finally declaring that she9would ''save it up in other ways,' thel question had at,1ast been decided. MT. Simpson bought the tickets the next day in order,"a he explained to Mrs. Simpson, "to get the pick of the seats.''
 The portentous day dawned bright ly. MT. Simpson went to his work with on exhilarating sense of some thing unusually important and pleas ant about to happen; and as for Mrs. Simpson, her mind was completely enveIoped in glow of happy expec- fancy. She accomplished her domes- tic duties with mechanical dispatch; but her thoughts were far away, dwelling on the delight to come.
 As the dining-room clock struck six the closing of the hall door told of MT. Simpsons arrival. Mrs. Simp- son was folded Tn . warm embrace and few things were said about her looking as young and charming as on the day MT. Simpson led her to the altar. The pair were supreme ly happy, not to say jovial. and made very5merry over the evenings enter tainment in store.
 What did you say happened in the third act, dear?" asked Mrs. Simp- son, handing her husband collar button: Does the unfortunate girl fall from precipice?"
 Pushed, my love-" corrected MT. Simpson, pulling his tie into place with much exertion and very red face. Flushed! By the villain who has been pursuing her and who has swornato be revenged-"
 This dramatic recital was inter rupted by Mrs. Simpson, who waa plainly overcome. 'Mercy!" shn ejaculated. "Is she killed when she gets to the bottom?''
 "No," replied MT. Simpson, slowly, enjoying the appreciation of his au- dience. .'No, she catches at g hang ing bush on her way down and holds on, suspended there until her lover, riding by in the moonlight, hears cry, looks up, sees her, climbs the bare rocks and brings her down in safety MT. Simpson paused impress sively.
 "Wonderful!" cries Mrs. Simpson. aI can scarcely wait to see it."
 s'Well, see it you shall, tonight" replied MT. Simpson, as he sportive- ly caught his wife about the waist. sT declare, I feel quite young and frolicsome. After all is said and done, there's nothing like little see ing of the world now and then for putting new life into a man.
 The last touch being given to the toilet of MT. Simpson, that gentleman inquired if dinner was ready.
 "Well, no, not just yet" rejoined Mrs Simpson, somewhat apologetical- ly. tsYou see I've been pretty busy all the afternoon putting new lace on, my dress, so I was little late about getting the dinner started.''
 MT. Simpsons face did not show quite the sympathy which such an explanation might be supposed to call forth.
 ssWhy didn't you do that yester- day?" he asked, in what seemed to Mrs. Simpson most unfeeling man ner.
 .eWhy not?'' echoed the wife of his bosom, with some show of Irritation. .sWhy, because had So many other things to do.'
 ssBut the day before-''
 .The day before! MT. Simpson, perhaps you think I sit here days with folded hands, Mrs. Simpson glanced with whitening sarcasm at Mir. Simpson .'Do you?. she added
 ssNo, I don't" replied he, taking up . newspaper, "but I think if we're going to the theater you'd better not be sitting with folded hands now, or else we'll be late" With which Sd- vice MT. Simpson took out his pa per and began reading.
 This last act Mrs. Simpson seemed to take as peculiar grievance and, in fact, as you may have noticed, after an unpleasant discussion or whatever passage at arms a man can do nothing more calculated to inspire wrath unspeakable in woman than to take up a paper and calmly begin 1 reading.
 MT. Simpson, began the lady, in compromising tones, If ever man should be, ashamed of himself you should. To speak to mo in that cruel manner and then to read the pa- per" This last thought was too l much for Mrs. Simpson. She. pressed her lips tightly together and, lean- ing backsin her chair, rocked fast and furiously.
 Well, we'll, my dear, let us say no more about it." remarked MT. Simpson, trying to save the situation but glancing nervously at the clock. l 'sI was hasty. But now do see about 1 the dinner, that's dear" Mrs. Simpson, with the manner of l one who forgives, though not forget ting the injury, left the room and soon the dinner was placed on the