The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1904-06-02

4 n from the daily paper an
sfc' nouncing a sale" of
ladies' spring hats.
II really don't need this. dear" | re-
marked, handing it to Polly, without
even turning around.
What is it," asked Polly innocently,
turning the paper over as though it
were some strange, scientific specimen.
'Oh, yes; the advertisement of the
Bondbreaker sale How did it get
there? / must have dropped it when
was putting away your socks, after
mending them last Saturday. Do you
know, Jack, dear" she went on, let
beautiful Indifference, that l never
really thought | should love any man
well enough to darn socks for himw
II suppose" l remarked, looking
very severely at my shaving cup and
mixing the lather with a firmncss and
decision quite unnecessary under the
circumstances, that | am about to be
wheedled out Of my last penny. And
/ suppose you know, Mrs. Heavy
feather, that since that slump in 7. d.
Q. we cannot afford any Injuries, like.
well-like spring bonnets, for in
stance"
was stirring the lathcr furiously by
this time.
Polly looked at me for a moment in
amazed reproach.
And I c,,ponco 1.o., I.p,... pl,o ,,n
torted warmly, as soon as she had re-
covered from my thrust, chat If l
wanted spring bonnet should know
better than to have left that clipping
where you could find It,"
l dropped my brush with my face
half lathered.
Apparently" said I. sarcastically,
there is a science in getting spring
bonnet"
NO" said Polly, wiping the stem Of
a pink rose and tuckiDg it in her hair,
"but there is an art in managing a
man, A man is divided into three
PARTS his heart, his soul and his
vanity, You might as well hail a mo-
tor car on the wrong side of the street,
as TO attempt to coerce or wheedlc a
man without appealing TO his vanity.
1t is the woman who knows how to
pay subtle compliment and who
takes the time to do ii every morning
and most afternoons, who has every
Thing she wants, from diamond tiara
TO the right arm Of a policeman across
crowded street. You may compl-
ment a man upon anything, from his
nose to his necktle; from bis brain to
his boots. 1t never really matters
when nor how nor upon what you
compliment him, so that you do it
skilfully and often-especiall often
You may tell q prize fighter that he
should have been n poet, or a deaf |
mute that he is charming converse.
tionalist; and either Of them will swal. |
low the little dose of hattery like
sugar pill and feel better for it after.
ward"
| drew n clean line down the middle |
of my cheek with my razor before re.
plying.
Il perceive" said I, when 1 had
finally finished, that managing
man is not so much an art or a sci |
ence as a form Of war;"
"Oh, no." said Polly deprecatingly,
as she leaned forward to admire her
eyebrow in the mirror, at is more like
a form Of diplomacy. A woman could
no more win in open fight with a man
than Japan could whip Russia in open
field. But when it comes to strategy,
it's the little woman and the little ma
ton who understand how 20 make it
pay, better than muscle and gunpow.
der"
"Oh, see," I remarked scathingly,
like the bloody Russian 1 have sailed |
into the traps and the mines laid for
me-and doubtless have swallowed |
about a pound of soft soap since my
wedding day"
"You look as though you might |
have" gurgled Polly, gazing thought |
fully at my lathered chin.
"And I suppose" continued, ignor.
ing the impertinence, that you mag |
inc believe that / am wise and clev- |
er and handsome and all the other |
things that your fancy and your fat. |
terry have painted
"Well, you are" fiared Polly, looking |
at herself defiantly in the glass,
'ieVery one Of them" -4-~~