Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1904-03-12
DAILY SHORT STORY
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and to be subjected TO such treatment.
"ftoneyinoon." he replied. There's
mighty little honey in il. If that's all
the moon has TO eat | don't wonder it
wanes SO soon.'
How could it help waning, with you
dying to get back TO those hOrrid men
who sent you home stupefied the night
before-I was going TO say the we'd
ding-I fnean my covenant with Sa-
/ tanf"
You mean that our honeymoon
waned because 1 got full at my
bachelor dinner:"
This is no time for your witticisms.
didn't know that 1 was placing my
life in the hands of one who could
lose his self respect by pouring wine
down his throat"
''I thought all bachelors were privi-
legged to drink last cupful of happi-
ness before submitting TO life of
misery"
Before dragging wife into life of
misery. you should say. Oh, that l
should have put my neck in halter"'
"And mine in chancery."
I'm going back TO my mother"
"And l to my club. My room there
Is not yet taken.
81 suppose you sent TO find out be-
fore your promise to love and cherish
was day old
""No; as soon as yours to honor and
obey was broken"
81 was fool to promise to honor. I
never promised to obey
"They should change, the words for
women to not to scratch"
"'Not to be devils would do very
well for the men. only men could not
keep promise TO change their ma
lures
singular that you didn't see the
hoof Under my stocking when we were
courting.''
"Oh, the devil knows how to wear
CATERS
"And his wife knows"-
"He husn't any WIFE,"
"You don't mean II. thought you
considered your husband the devil"
"Satan. the King OF devils, couldn't
get n wife. Fortunately women have
too much sense for that anyway"
my experience is that the bigger the
devil the more wives he may get"
During the latter part of this dia-
logue tile young wife was putting Oh
her things" to 60 She looked very
pretty as she stood before mirror
thriisting pins through hat and hair.
The anger in her cheeks and eyes was
very becoming; besides, there was occa-
sionally u. contra sting tremor in her
voice.
"T3etter not fab that spike in when
you're mnu," said the husband, with
brutal plainness. "You might pierce
your britin.Y
Little you'd care if 1 did"
There was more tremOlo. which
would have led any but sulky man to
seek reconciliation.
al might get a new honeymoon" said
the husband tauntingly.
10 this there was no reply except
new fash of the eye. She was opening
boxes on the dresser and shutting them
with an angry bang.
Looking for your giOres?"
No answer.
IF it's your gloves you're looking for
I've got them in my pocket. You re-
member last night when we were walk
ing home and you were telling me how
happy you were because you had such
an admirable husband Your hands
were cold, and you look of your gloves
SO that l could warm your fingers for
you"
He tossed the gloves on the dresser.
His wife picked them up and walked
out of the room. He heard the front
door bang, then betook himself to his
club.
Looking about for some of his former
associates to dine with, he found they
had all made engagements, and lie was
obliged to dine alone. After dinner he
drank his coffee and smoked his cigar
in the cafe. 1t didn't look SO attrac-
tive as it had once looked. He was
bored-in fact. he was troubled. Low
ers who try to make up their minds
that they are haters always feel trou-
bled.. 1t was not long before this one
began to worry. thinking he might
have gone too far and that he should
have given his wife n chance to make
up. AT o O'Clock he concluded to go to
his desolate home.
AS he was approaching he saw the
figure of a woman turn the corner.
She looked up at the house. paused,
turned away. looked back, turned
again and walked slowly to the house.
The husband stepped behind a tree.
The woman went TO the front door,
stood irreSolutes inserted key, opened
the door and went in.
''Oh. she took key. did shef"
He concluded TO take a short walk
1t would help matters for her to find
him absent The house would look as
lonely to her as his club had looked to
him. In an hour be returned and went
in, humming merry tune. His wife
was not downstairs. so he sailed up
into their bedroom. She was standing
before the mirror in her nightdress
combing her hair.
"Hello!" he said with feigned sur
prise. Tired Of your mother al
ready?"
There was no answer.