The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-09-09

proudly, as they would decoration or
d medal. They have even been known
to take them to the grave. A woman
couldn't do such thing.''
No, lndeed!' [ agreed cheerfully,
if she happened to die with one on
her soul, she would be sure to drop it
on me way to the burying ground.'
And as long as men continue to
have Bluebeard's closets,' pursued
Polly, ignoring me, "women will con-
tlnue to pry int % them. That is the
penalty of keeping your tender mem
cries and your scalps lying about!''
and she resumed her rummaging with
an a1r of haavh1n Ing settled the a4estien
Morris chair-and of. despair-with
what would have been a sinking heart
had not the sight of her elbows be-
meath rolled-up sleeves and of her curls
pee,plng, out from ridiculously small
and useless dustcap, lightened it.
7,,a livery - man, 49, resumed, has a
whether he keeps scalps and corpses
or only old dance programs, old dreams
and dead ambitions, in it. 1t is his
inner temple of regret, repentance and
disappointment, the store closet of his
past sins and failures, which he wishes
to to- KEEP eel = closed Jose and hidden-even from
"But a wife never can understand
began Polly.
"Welll, why should she UNDERESTIMATE
I broke in: "A man doesn t want to be
understood. That is purely feminine
longing. The man who fancies himself
entirely understood is as unhappy as
| the woman who believes that she is mis-
understood. Every self-respecting mas
culine creature likes to feel that there
is little element Of the complex, the
1nPOmnrn hpnclhIa Tho t,,1o Oh ol,o ~
| him. No man can appreciate a wom-
ehabers ofg his 5 pnH onto fd4 aS secret 5st
TOR wanting to know things which she
shouldn IT, | appended signifc antly.
| Polly arranged herself Turk fashion
| on the floor, and looked at me medita-
lively, with her chin resting in her
hand;
But SUPPOSE she said dreamily.
'that the best part of the man should
be. locked in that holy of holiesq''
1.-The best part of .rose,'''' I replied
gently, pulling at my pipe, f'is the per-
t%n do but you s 90 not have to dissect
do not have to read the recipe book
| in order to relish the pudding, and you
do not have to know whether woman s
complexion comes in a box or-or a bot
tle-in order to admire it. Besides,' I
added. "when Bluebeard' s closet does
| COHCd4u SCd1US dutt COIpSGS duu OUnGr
gruesome, obiects-which it often
"He should open it on the wedding
day. cried Polly, waving nv check
book triumphantly, q and---and air it'll"
And send ? p9or Fatima flying home
| ly. "That would be eminently fool
| ish. - ~ S~- .@ @n
cor else,'' added Polly, "he should
be wise and clever and careful enough
never to let her know of the existence
of that closet. A woman doesn It really
mind not knowing things Tiff she
never finds them out. But when a se-
cret is thrust ostentatiously under her
nose, it is like a locked closet or a
closed drawer OF a-telegram. She sim
ply has to open it! If Bluebeard had
never warned Fatima away, from the
never have thought Of looking in it.. y
And Polly turned to her work Of de-
/ struction once more with a renewed en-
ergy, that sent the papers flying in
4 every direction.
/ II don't believe it!,.' 1 objected.
Fatima was on the feminine hunt for
trouble, which usually occurs atsthe end
of the, honeymoon. And the woman
who goes hunting for trouble can al
ways find it, whether it exists or not
The trouble hunt ism t real sport. The
times cut of ten, when a woman has
! found out what she wanted to know,
she. is sorry. She would very much
rather believe her husband what she
She can forget said Polly, with
conviction.
! mo. she can t. She may think she