The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-03-22
HE Is A WISE MAN.
BrOwbeaten and Tongue-Lashed, He
Refused to Argue with a Woman.


The guests who were seated in the lobby
of the Stubbins late yesterday afternoon
watching the crowds passing along Illinois
and Georgia streets were treated to an In
teresting little domestic episode that was a
comedy from the outsiders point of view.
but it may have been a real tragedy. A
group OF street-railway employees was
standing on the sidewalk in front of the
hotel when a young woman with grim de-
termination written all over her face and
the light of battle cleaning in her eyes
walked up to one of the men and addressed
him.
without taking the trouble to call him to
one side the young woman proceeded to
read the riot act to the man. She did not
raise her voice; in fact. she spoke in low
er tone than the usual conversational one,
but the jerks of her head with which she
emphasized each sentence and the nervous
tapping of her right foot on the sidewalk
indicated clearly that she was very much
in earnest about something. Illinois and
Georgia is a busy corner at that hour or
day, with scores of people passing every
few minutes, and 1t was not long until the
couple had an interested audience In addl-
ton to the men in the hotel lobby, who had
box seats as it were. for the performance.
But the actors in the little drama seemed
talked on, with increasing vehemence in
every word, while the man listened per-
functorily, nonchalantly chewing tooth
pick, but vouchsafing not word in reply.
whats the matter?" was the question
each newcomer asked as he joined the
crowd.
mad and is giving him piece of her mind
about something" This was the only an
swer that could be given by those who had
witnessed the affair from the start
hu 10 from
this crowd?''
He can have my share, though: wouldn't
stand there and take that calm for ten
dollars a minute"
He took the calling for ten minutes,
however. The woman, having eased her
mind grew less vehement, and apparently
changed from the denunciative to the argu-
mentative. Then, as he would not meet
argument with argument, and answered
only in an occasional monosyllaple, her
anger seemed to return. Her chin worked
even more viciously than ever, and she
ouivered all over with suppressed indigna-
a dramatic denouement of some kind one
spectator suggesting that she'd draw hat
pin and stick it into her victim, when the
man glanced up Georgia street. saw a car
apnroa ching that he wanted, and walked
out toward the tracks The woman fol-
lowed him for the last word, and poured
the sentences In not ana last. Inc car
slowed up, he stepped aboard, and. with
final angry jerk of her head, the woman
turned and stalked through the crowd up
Illinois street.
THAT man is all right" commented a
travelling man in the Stubbins window, as
the curtain fell on the comedy. tragedy, or
what-not Whether that woman was his
wife sister or sweetheart, she was mad,
mad as a wet hen, and he knew enough
not TO attempt to argue with her. You
can't reason with an angry woman-every
one knows that, but there are few men
with common sense or self-control enough
to put into practice what they know. If he
had talked back to her there might have
been almost any kind of a scene, but he
listened to all she had to say, apparently
business. I'm going to take that lesson to
heart. I've got a wife and-and a mother
in-lawv'