Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-12
FINE TIME HUBBY HAD

The young married man whose wife went
on Monday last for months visit to her
mothers Chesapeake Beach cottage got
along all right Monday night.
swell scheme. this thing Of being alone
once in while.'' he said to himself often
enough to sort Of half convince himself OF
It, He was bit tired. so he remained home
that night.
After the old nanny who prepared
his meals left, he cleaned all of his pipes,
sharpened all OF his pencils and decided
to block out a chapter or two Of that great
novel he had in mind. This plan, however.
didn't go through. 1t took too much of his
time to get his pipes just right. Anyhow.
he felt kind O. dull.
And the young woman across the street
was grooming Rubenstein's melody in F to
a soft piano accompaniment. His wife used
to sing that. he thought. He would get
her to sing 1t for him some more when she
ing out, any way.
''She sure looked classy and trig in that
rig she went away in." he thought IF 1
thought any of those Willie boys down
there'd try to make eyes at her, I'd
lie walked up and down bit when this
idea struck him. He decided to take his
cold plunge and go to bed. Great idea,
this going it alone once in while,'' he NUT
tered. weakly. just before going to sleep.
TN tog out and have a little whirl around
tomorrow night"
He found 1t bit odd not to have q little
person in what he called a dinky wrapper
to whom he could express his views on the
peace conference on the following morning,
but he kept on saying to himself that the
young fellows who kept themselves free and
foOtlooSe knew their gait all right.
That night he took a trolley ride. Out
at the suburban stopping place he met
couple of girls he had known in his bacher
lorhood. accompanied by a rather sappy
young man. He tried to be rakish and des
perately fiirtatious with one of the girls
Just to find out as he said to himself.
III this getting-married thing has made
me dead one'-and for the moment he
thought he was having rafting good
time: but the think was not very hefty
one.
THAT girl isn't half as bright as she used
to be- he reflected as he returned to the
city on the trolley Il just watched her
prettying and preening herself-moste
her lips and fixing her eyes. and hanging
on to that fixed and permanent smile. Now.
Patsie'-"P atsie" is his wife-''never went
in for that silly sort Of thing. Patsies on
the dead level. and that's right. Think so
the more 1 see Of the others. I wonder II
she's having any sort OF time down there,
anyway? But l tell you what, old boss,
it's the proper kink to go it alone once in a
WHILE
On Wednesday night after he had eaten
supper he couldn't quite decide what to do
to pass the time. He moseyed idly around
his wfes dressing room. The very faint
perfume in the room got him to thinking.
forgotten pair Of gloves We're on the
dresser. He picked them up.
odd perfume that Pat uses" he said to
himself. Guess there's only enough of it
made for her use. Never got next to any OF
that kind of perfume around anybody else.
Wonder If she's havng-oh. blazes! III
just run over and get into that little game
with the fellers.
The little game didn't strike him as 1t
had in the old bachelor years. The ''fellers'
were all unmarried men-"frivolous lot he
thought, as he STUDDED them. "A man hasn't
got the brains OF an angle-Worm until he's
doubled up In matrmony. anyhow"
He smoked a whole lot of. cigars, and
quit So ahead Of the game. But. somehow
or another. he didn't feel just right as he
finished his cold tub and got ready for bed.
Some dark lads went down the street sing
ing and picking guitars. Their music made
him sort OF WOODY. So he mixed himself
a big one In the silver shaker. gulped it
down and turned in.
He found himself In a pretty peevlsh
frame Of mind at the office on Thursday.
His work didn't go right at all, somehow or
another. In the afternoon he went out to
the ball game
Beauty of the thing Is" said he that 1
don't have to rush home for dinner after
the seventh inning. Can stay and the
game out, Hot thing. this going it alone
stand to size the girls UP.
"Oh," / dunno" he thought. "Patsie can
give any Of EN- run on looks By jing
wonder II she's having a good"
On Thursday night he stayed home and
sawed on his violin. He played the things
that he usually played with his wife's piano
accompaniment. but they didn't sound right
without the accompaniment. After he had
finished playing he went out and sat on
the front steps in his shirt sleeves. A man
from next door dropped over and began
to talk about the peace conference and
things.
Il wonder why that Jay doesn't stay
home. where he belongs" thought the grass
bachelor. Il don't want to talk with any
body. Just want to be let alone Nice
night, this. Moon. and all that I'll bet
Patsies got one of those gauzy, friHy things
Of hers on. and-lets see, this Is the fourt tn
day she's been away, isn't it? Twenty six
days yet before she'll get back. Gee whizz!
but I'il have a bully time yet, won't I?''
On Friday night he went out and play
few games of billiards with former pal
but he didn't enjoy the game much He
didn't succeed in feeling very bachelory.
either. On Saturday afternoon he stuffed
some things into q bag and went down to
the Chesapeake bay place Of his mother in
law to Patsie.
I've been having a bully time" he told
her. but I needed a bit Of air, and
thought I'd run down. Thought might as
well come here as any other old place"