Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1903-02-18

heart. admire all her gowns, wheth-
er like them or not. | eat her mince
Ipies"-and he gave a shudder. 81 fetch
her cushions and shawls and footsiools
when she is out of sorts. and bring her
homo flowers as did in the old en-.
gagement days. In fact, | do every
thing they tell me in How To be Hap
ipy Though Married. and | am exceed.
ingly fond of her. by jOve, ! am!
Don't you think so, Tiddles?"
Wrinkle little knew that an angry lit
tie woman had sat in this identical
seat three evenings before and re.
hearsed an almost identical scene with
Tlddlewinks.
| Il tell her everything" he went on
"and never leave her in the evening"
eh-but-what's that I'm saying?"-a
sudden look of intelligence dawning on
his face. do leave her in the even
Ing or do | not? Leave her or leave
her not?" he went on repeating. Leave
her or leave-by CAD! | wonder II that's
| IT," he shouted. shifting Tiddlewinks
over the nose and stamping about the
room. Il believe 1t Is. I'll tell her to-
night. Poor little woman! I'll bet
she's been lonely. She's SO deucedly
proud with her grand theories"
Wrinkle sat up again, and fiddle
winks reproachfully fabricated its nose
with n damp paw. Wrinkle sat for a
long time thinking. his face troubled.
And shall have to tell her all about
fhn hn oil n
wonder how she will take it. hope
she won't be angry with me: couldn't
help 1t. And wonder IL she does care
for me little bit. She seemed TO
when we were married, but | bullied
her into ii. Oh, Trix! | couldn't live
without your love. You won't be hard
on fellow, will your"
He sat on and on. The fire began
to die out, and Tiddlewinks twitched
and jumped in his sleep. He dreamed
that he was chasing a stray yellow
Thomas cat out of the back garden,
and this gave riddles great Joy. for
Minna, the white lady cat from the
next house, was looking on. Wrinkle
reused himself with start; he was
getting morbid. He put Goals On tho
fire, placed TriXs funny little Turkish
slippers to warm, and went out for
some tobacco for himself and some
"bulleyes" for Trix.
TriX didn't enjoy herself bit at the
theater, though she pretended she did
and was the life of the party. She
kept thinking of Wrinkles tired face,
and longed to go straight home and
kiss him and smooth his stubby hair,
and then she hardened her heart, and
decided that he was brute to her, and
they didn't care for each other a hit.
Trix noticed with surprise as she
drove up to the house that all the win
dows were lit up. Her heart gave u
little throb as she turned the key She
wondered II anything had happened.
Confused, hushed voices came down
the staircase. She stood In the hall for
a moment, and noticed curiously soma
little bruises on the distempered walls
up the staircase, just as though some
thing had been bumped against them.
And then II came over her all in
sickening fiash--some one had been
hurt.
Not Wrinkle" she said, as she crept
up the stairs, ut can't be Wrinkle"
She followed the sound OF the voices
TO her own bedroom and entered with
widely straining eyes-God help her!-.
she only saw a muddled, distorted fig-
ure on the bed, a stubby, black head
and rigid hand clinching some bull
ayes" but she knew it was Wrinkle. She
didn't notice the doctor or nurse. or
hear their confused murmur OF a little