Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-14

 We'll, that would be pleasanter for here. (The Highly-Strung Woman begins to weep At the same time the maid ushers in Mrs. Medlar, who has run in from the flat below.) Mrs. H.--EmilyI
 MT. H.-Oh, Hades3
 Mrs. M.-Why, Edith, what on earth--l .s
 Mrs. H. (tearfully)-Jack's been l cross to me again, that's all. I sup pose ought to get used to it, but I can't. ... MT. H.-Nothing of the kind, Mrs. Medlar. I told her something in fun, and now she insists on believing it after I've explained that it was only a joke.
 ] Mrs M. (putting her arm around the Highly-Strung Woman)-What was it all about, dear?
 MT. H. (irritably)--I don't see the ! necessity for fehearsing our little l family squabbles before every caller. | I'm going to dress for the theater. I Will you be ready in half an hour, Edith?
 Mrs HI don't believe I'll go now, after you're being so mean to me I'll stay at home-and cry my eyes out probably.
 Mr. H.-Don't talk such nonsense. I'll stop in for you when I'm ready. He walks out.
 l Mrs. M.-Now tell me all about it, dear. Mrs. H. (picking up the pass which MT. H. left behind and handing it to the Sympathetic Friend) There, l that's what caused the whole trouble. You look it over while fix my hair l and bathe my eyes. But I'm not going out with him unless he ex- plains everything, and is nice about 1t.
 Mrs. M. (reading aloud)-On ac- count of Kit. Who is this Kitty?
 Mrs. H. (triumphantly)--That's just what I wanted to know. First he told me it was one of Held's cho- rus girls, then, when he saw how took it, he tried to turn it off as a | joke.
 Mrs. MI don't believe it was a joke, Edith. You know he did use to carry on dreadfully before you married him.
 Mrs. H. (beginning to weep again) He said he never knew any chorus girls.
 1 Mrs. M.-The old hypocrite! That's what his father took him out of liar. yard for. He used to chum with
 Aldy Armand, whose uncle ran the Fremont, and both the boys were
 a week. Mrs. Armand told Mrs
 Barnes
 Mrs. H. (hurriedly)-Don't, Emily
 I can't bear it. To think we've beer
 married only a year and half, ano Jack said to-day that he'd rather
 have me go home to mother than tc
 have her come Eere.
 Mrs. M. (sympathetically)-The
 brutei
 Mrs. H.-N-no, Jack isn't exactly
 a bru--bru-brute, but he doesn't un
 derstand wom--wom-women
 Mrs. MI wouldn't let my hus
 band say anything like that to me Why, it's outrageous. wonder what
 She looks like She's probably 2 drugstore blonde. Mrs. H. (hysterically)-I know
 what she'd look like if I had her here now. I'm not going out with him to night, anyway. Will you stay and } comfort me this evening, Emily? Mrs. Moi course will, you poor : abused dear. (The HighIyStrung Woman rest: her head on the Sympathetic Friend: shoulder and weeps copiously. The Average Man knocks lightly on tn,
 door and enters, attired in & dres! suit)
 Mir. H. (after an awkward pause)- 2 We'll, Edith, haven't you come tt your senses yet?
 Mrs. H-N-no, and I'm not com ing to-I mean I'm not going to se' any of your old college friends. l Mr. H. (aside, in great disgust)- )-
 What foolishness! (Aloud)-Come , dear, don't make such a spectacle O F yourself. Your nose is getting al ) red and b1otched.
 Mrs. M. (under her breath h)-Wha a monster!
 MT. ii. (near1ng the remarK)-Mrs I Medlar, think perhaps I had bette 5 make an explanation, since you hav :. succeeded in bringing this little mis t understanding to such climax. I l all began by the wording of tha | pass, which I see you have appro priated. Merely in fun said tha : it was given me by chorus girl l used to know. Now, common sens z ought to teaSh any woman that si