The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1902-12-12
The Simpsons
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son had been looking forward to
mis- particular night, when they were
to have very particular celebration
of a 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
she would ''save it up in other ways"
the question had at last been decided.
Mr.. Simpson bought the tickets the
next day ''in order" he explained to
Mrs. Simpson, ito get the pick of the
seats"
The pOrtentous day dawned bright
ly. Mr.. Simpson went to his work
with an exhilarating sense of some
thing unusually important and pleas
ant about to happen; and as for Mrs.
Simpson, her mind was completely
enyeloped in a 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 Mr.. Simpsons arrival. Mrs Simp-
son was folded in warm embrace
and a few things were said about
her looking as young and charming
as on the day Mr.. Simpson led her
to the altar. The pair were supreme
ly happy, not to say jOvial, and made
very merry 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 a precipice?"
Pushed, my love-" corrected Mr..
Simpson, pulling his tie into place
with much exertion and very red
face. Pushed! BY the villain who
has been pursuing her and who has
sworn to be revenged-"
This dramatic recital was inter
rupted by Mrs. Simpson, who was
plainly overcome. Mercy" she
calculated 'Is she killed when she
gets to the bottom?"
No" replied Mr.. Simpson. slowly,
enjoying the appreciation of his au-
dience. mo, she catches at 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" Mr.. Simpson paused impress
sively.
Wonderful" cries Mrs. Simpson.
81 can scarcely wait to see it,"
''WeI, see it you shall, tonight"
replied Mr.. Simpson, as he sportive-
ly caught his wife about the waist.
Il declare, l 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 Mr.. Simpson, that gentleman
inquired if dinner was ready.
"Wen, no. not just yet" rejoined
Mrs. Simpson, somewhat apologetical-
ly. you see I've been pretty busy
all the afternoon putting new lace
on my dress, so l was a little late
about getting the dinner started"
Mr.. Simpsons face did not show
quite the sympathy which such an
explanation might be supposed to call
forth
"Why didn't you do that yester-
day?" he asked. in what seemed to
Mrs. Simpson most unfeeling man
ner.
''Why not?" echoed the wife of his
bosom, with some show of irritation.
"Why, because | had so many other
things to do
''But the day before"
"The day before. Mr.. Simpson,
perhaps you think l sit here days
with folded hands, Mrs. Simpson
glanced with whitening sarcasm at
Mr.. Simpson. DO you?" she added
NO. l don't" replied he. taking uD