The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1904-10-27
That stag Party

SAventor settles back comfortably In
his chair aud III the after-dlnner cigar to
which he had limited himself In Difference
TO his wife's fears that he was iraring bis
health by excessive smoking. Mrs. Ssr-
ventor smiled sweetly at him over her
work bsiket.
o. he exclaimed suddenly, What do
you thilk wiilington has backed out Of
thu, little stag party at Renford's. His
vile wouldn's let him 20. wouldn't that
give you a nervous chllli Adellne, IL |
had wife like that I'd be tempted to take
a club to her. don't suppose be aares
open his mouth around the house without
rssiog his hand to ask permission. he
ssys he's got another engagement, but OF
|, course that's all humbug. | bet Tom
Hlpckley IS that he'd dad some excuse to
crawl out,
! done like you to bet, dear, said Mrs.
saryentor, gently.
know, returned Sarveutor, slightly con-
fused Bu.--sr--8 8tll, anyway, he didn't
take me up. | was just sort Of talking you
know.
Do you mean that Mr.. Hinckley isn't
going to pay ycu the money you wont
| 0f course rot. lie didn't bet.
Well, think he ought TO pay, anyway,
II you bet him. But I'm glad you had the
IS you could lll,rd to lose, because 1t is
jlst the amount want Hand 1t over,
Edward, please.
Srvehtor iuefully extracted $5 bill
from his pocketbook and threw 1t into the
workbasket y ith the remark that that usl
left him cslfare.
How would you Ike to have 1t said that !
your husband s:ood !n terror OF you, little
woman he asked PECULIARLY. | wouldn't
like it at all, sepllcd Mrs. Sarventor, prompt
ly. | believe In man doing what be
peases as lJng as he doesn't misconduct
himself. I'm not an advanced woman like
Mrs. Wilington' you know.
Ne, you're no', by George said her hus-
band, admirnaly.
Basldes, know you wouldn't stand die.
tation, laughed the lady.
Well, gucss not, said Sirventor.
What kind Il party is this, Edward
asked Mrs. Sarventor presently as she
threaded needle.
Oh, Just men, you know.
Are they nice?
1t depends on what you call Iice. 1t isn't
like pink tea.
suppose you will all smoke like chin
neys and play cards. Well, Of course you
will 20 II you want to.
Why, certainly.
You needn't be cross about it, Edward.
I'm not cross.
Idon't see any reason why you should
be-
might not like 1t, though. l wouldn't
wonder bit II they played cards for money
and that's gambling. You don't blame
me for not wanting my husband to be a
gambler. That wonldn't be- reasonable,
would 1t, dearY
Why, Adeline. suppose II was penny
ante--enough just to give an interest to the
game?
The principle is the same. But Of course
my narrow views needn't stand In the way
Of your having good time.
Oh, thunder
Now, you are losing your temper. Well,
we won't say any more about II. You've
made up your mind that you'll 20 wheth-
er like It or not, or whether it's light or ,
wrong. / wouldn't say word for the
world to displease you. You know
wouldn't Edward. don't like to have you ,
cross.
But, my dear.
No, we won't say anything more about
1t. And then you'll be tempted to smoke
more than is good for you. know you .
won't break your promise to me, but
What promises
About smoking more than one cigar In i
an evening. {
Adeline, / Jest said I'd try 1t for a willie
and see how 1t went.
Then you do intend to. Oh, Edward! I,
Nonsense, You aren't talking reasonab. /,
ly, my dear. You .st don't want me to
20. lb
No want you to 70. you prefer the +
society Of set of horrid card playing men
to your wiie'a ought not to complain. i .
o lght to be gg-glsd. y
Why, Adeline, my dear '
No I'm not. You know I'm not. You ;,
dud-duc-d -dud-don't love me. II
OF ccurse | do. You know perfectly
well do. n
Mrs. snventor put aside her husbands r,
csrestiog hand and dried her eyes. Then c,
she said This Is very foolish OF me, Ed "
ward. I ought to be ashamed Of myself a,
and am, too. OF course, you must 20 m
lear. You know Sould never oppose you h
10 anything. We've been married over = cl
year now and, Of course, ought not to ex- !,
pect that you wouldn't get last little tired -
II ,iIly girl 10 Gil that time. !
Dearest, ssid SArventor, how can you p
Iay such sb,urd things' Tired Of you, "a
suppose II had made our little home n,
more attractive =
You've made II little paradise.
And Of course you niss oil your old bach. /,
,lor hablI. =,
Miss nothing. / know when I'm well :,
n
Then Why, demanded Mrs. Saiventor,
IRE you cftzy TO 20 10 this horrid ttsg
,ariyf
I'm not euzy about Il. ] don's care q
hing about II. don't know that ia 20
Z hadn't promised -At least half promis-