Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1905-10-24
HUBBY'S FINE TIME.

visit to her mothers Chesapeake
Beach cottage got along all right on
Monday night
Swell scheme, this thing of being
alone once in awhile" he said to him
self often enough to sort of half con-
vince himself OF it. lie was a bit tired,
50 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 chapter or two
OF that great novel he had in mud.
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. duh.
And the young woman across the
street was grooming Rubenstein's mel
ody in F to a soft piano accompani-
ment. His wife used to sing that be
thought. He would get her to sing it
for him some more when she returned.
He wondered how she was making out,
anyway.
she sure looked classy and trig in
that rig she went away in" he thought.
IF | thought any Of those Willie boys
down there'd try to make eyes at her
I'd"
He walked up and down a bit when
this idea struck him. He decided to
take his cold plunge and go to bed
Great idea, this going 1t alone once
in awhile" he muttered, weakly, just
before going to sleep. "I'll tog out and
have a little whirl around tomorrow
night"
He found it bit odd not to have a
little person in what he called dinky
wrapper to whom he could express his
views on the peace conference on the
following morning but he kept on say
ing to himself that the young fellows
who kept themselves free and foot.
loose knew their gait all right.
That night he took a trolley ride.
Out at the suburban stopping place he
met a couple of girls he had known in
his bachelorhood, accompanied by a
rather sappy young man. He tried to
be rakish and desperately fiirtatious
with one of the girls-"just to find
out" as he said to himself, IF this
getting married thing has made me a
dead one'-and for the moment he
thought he was having a 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 re-
turned to the city on the trolley. 81
just watched her prettying and preen-
ing Notwithstanding her lips and
fixing her eyes, and hanging on to that
fixed and permanent smile. Now,
Patsie"-"Patsie" 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 see of the
others I wonder if she's having any
sort of a time down there, anyway?
But tell you what, old boss, it's the
proper kink to go it alone once in
awhile"
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 wife's dress
ing room. The very faint perfume in
the room got him to thinking. A fer
gotten pair of gloves were 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 per-
fume around anybody else. Wonder
if she's having-oh, blazes! I'll just
run over and get into that little game
with the fellers."
The little game didn't strike him as
it had in the old bachelor years. The
"fellers7' were all unmarried men
frivolous lot" he thought, as he
studied them "A man hasn't got the
brains of an angleworm until he's
doubled up in matrimony, anyhow"
He smoked a whole lot of cigars, and
quit S12 ahead of the game. But, some
how or another, he didn't feel just
right as he finished his cold tub and
got ready for bed. Some dark lads
went uOWQ the street SlH6luS anu plSh-
ing guitars. Their music made him
sort of WOODY. So he mixed himself
a big one in the silver shaker, gulped
il down and turned in.
He found himself in a pretty peev-
is 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 | don't have to rush home for
dinner after the seventh inning, Can
stay and see the game out. Hot thing
this going it alone once in awhile"
He looked around the stand to size
the girls up.
"Oh, dunno" he thought. "Patsie
can give any of 'em run on looks.
BY ling, wonder if 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