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

+, 81 ing sternly5 down upon Poily,
where she sat on the floor of my
den like. an island Of ruffes in the
midst of sea of scattered papers,
pipes, pens, tobacco, and fishing tackle,
stha a / requested you-Not to touch
S.. :" And I thought replied Polly, tilt
beard was only a myth!'
/ / groaned
81 even fancied,' she went on, care
fully sorting out handful Of tobacco
tags and slowing them safely in the
drawer devoted to my most valuable pa
pers, "that he was exceedingly inhu
man and unnatural; but now I have dis
covered that he was perfectly human
and perfectly. NATURAL and she
deigned to turn and take me in, from
| the tips Of my riding boots to the top
of my head, with a glance that plainly
compared me to the ancient tyrant.
up my crop and helplessly sinking into
the Morris chair, would have been an
] ideal husband, if Fatima g curiosity had
not driven him to the verge of muir
/ DER
! Polly tossed her chin and Industrious
~ flung the deed to our house and all
my insurance receipts into the trash
] reptitiously rescued them.
/ " He. was" continued, "entirely
! too 1enient.'
! tsToo--what!l Polly stopped her
4 rummaging to gaze at me.
"He gave Fatima the key to his Sc
nWell !, ,; =, reeioined Polly, ressuming her
! your deskq'
aNot all of them,D I assured her.
! leaning back to waite h the effect Of my
i announc cement upon the small person at
Il my feet. "Not the one to the little
i drawer where I keep, my private-I
n "O-o-ohl'' breathed Polly, 1T won
lei dered where that key was. But I
lei never even dreamed you had kept it
lfi from me-purposely! and the reproach
lin her eyes would have stung a harder
/ man than I.
i There was silence for moment, and
II, then | cleared my throat.
IL in spite of his varied matrimonial
aasSfexperience, did not understand women
is. Is; H e-''
4i Nonsense! laughed Polly, enc
ssWsman ever, understood women-except
Solomon
Sd Solomon, sighed, digging my ia
ysvoIite pipe out of pile of rubbish
bbasket, twas a happy oriental. Not
bone of his wives would have dared tc
hstep a foot into his private apartments
4 much less rurnmage about his Blue
to the light
.s sor his his 5 desk, giggled Polly.
Sd COR his pride and self-esteem!''
III No, nor attempt to lay his tender
sspest memories and darkest secrets bare
pAo the Light
FL Polly tore up an old dinner care
BHWith an energy worthy of a better
4 eause t.l
ID 4ssSo there are secrets, and scalps
n.ahnd eorpses in your desk!'' she ex
Exclaimed.
T 81 didn't say so,' I replied evasive
ply, and If there are,'' I continued
EISSaampressively, "why shouldn It you leave
Arihem there? Secrets, Polly, are like
Ekelleeping dogs, best left lying. Curiosi
llssnnliy is the great feminine crime, the in
h aerited curse of woman, which has de
HI lcended straight down from Eve. One
LIQUID have thought, after that scrape
Eke.aaou got us into in the Garden of Eden
4 II that you would have learned lesson
IHaaafut you are all Ewes and Pandoras
Find Fatimas, There ism It door, MOI
sfd closet that is sacred from you. Now
ssus man is never curious
4 lliks Y Pooh said Polly, 1'of course :
|sii han is not curious! Why should he
llhaa He, when women tell him everything
PIde has nothing to be curious about
i i lou never heard of wife with 8
fluebeard's closet, did youa It is al
I'LL lays the men who have them. They
Il lsrTY their secrets about with them as