Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-02-18
SHORT STORY FOR
EVE IING HOURS
SIZE HAS mr. WINKLE BACK

Wrinkle was a fool Of man in moro
ways than one. He was in money diff
dculties and had not told his wife,
which was a mistake whether his wife
was empty headed or otherwise. TriX
VAS of the otherwise class. and under
her light hippant manner there was Il
sound business head. and not ~ have
discovered this proved Wrinkle again n
fool. To watch TriX do her marketing
was a delight TO the eyes and many =
grocer and butcher felt nervous and
trembling until she was safely on the
premises.
Wrinkle had married her from a
rich home, and although they lived
quietly and simply, he had always
been able to give her what she want
ed. but lately he had risked money on
one or two small inventions and los,
1t. He thought 70 make it up by help
ing a man all HIS spare evenings with
some research work. The pay was
good. the man was an enthusiast, but
knew little of chemistry. and the
work was interesting lie thought
| Trix would worry If she knew about
| his working so hard. and so with the
blindness OF a mere male man, let her
eat her small proud heart out at his
apparent Indifference and neglect.
Now. on this particular evening TriN
made a plan. She had noticed that
Wrinkle was always AT home on u
| Thursday, so she determined that this
next Thursday she would be out--get
up a jolly little party and 20 10 the
theater. and Wrinkle should see how he
liked being At home alone. Not that
he will mind being without me" she
said honestly TO herself. now that he
has ceased to care for me, but he won't
like my enjoying myself with other
people: men never do"
Thursday arrived. and when Wrinkle
went home for dinner he was surpris-
ed to find his wife in evening dress.
TriX was in high spirits. she knew
she looked nicc-and what Is more in.
spiriting TO woman? She danced
round the room while she explained
that she was only going to the theater
with some friends who were calling
for her in half an hour. Wrinkle was
hurt and angry. and he showed 1t. too
J which charmed TriX.
You know, TriX, am always at
home on Thursdays, and you might
have arranged 10 go some other night"
he said savagely. Another thing, |
don't like your wandering about town
with weird, casual acquaintance"
Trix was surprised, and said So
sweetly. She had never noticed he was
at home on Thursdays-Winkle wine.
ed-and she didn't think he would
mind her enjoying herself just little
bit sometimes, this with pathetic
| drop of the mouth, and Wrinkle cursed
freely under his breath Then she
cheered up and laughed and chatted
and nodded at him so brightly across
the table that Wrinkle felt inclined to
shake her. Suddenly he jumped up
and said firmly that he was going, too,
but TriX wouldn't hear OF this.
You can't, you know. Wrinkle: We
have bought our seats" she said gaily,
and you cant leave your books AMI
burners, and you would spoil every
thing; fancy a sleepy old periwinkle
going TO the theater! Tiddleywinks
1.-THE caD has made such n lovely new
new poem about you. Winkle-a real
live poem-listen!" and Trix sang soft
ly. beating time with Tiddleywink's
paw:
In a coy armchair sat sleepy
young man,
o, Wrinkle, my Wrinkle, dear Wrinkle
, He knew not his fate nor the cruel
stew PAN,
o, Wrinkle, poor Wrinkle. fat Wrinkle
When into the room came 4 maid with
a grin,
Hooked him out of his chair with
very sharp pin,
And then from the stew pan there
rose a sad din;
o, Wrinkle, sad Wrinkle, dead Win.
kle."
Trix's tones became plaintive at the
last, while her eyes fairly danced with
mischief. @.
Wrinkle simply stumped cut OF the
room-he was In no mood for foolery,
and he said so plainly. Trix Rugged
herself and the cat with delight.
He must care for me a little" and
her lips trembled, lust little or no
wouldn't be so grumpy; and then as
she heard the cab she whisked out of
the room, told Wrinkle not to sit up, as
she had the key, kissed him Lightly
and was gone.
Wrinkle was sore; he couldn't under
stand Trix.
She can't really care for me-" he
said, throwing himself into an arm
chair and fiinging cushion at It'd
dleywinks; Il wonder where | have