Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-10-23

out All is quiet il your little home,
and you at last can sit down for chat
with your husband, who is not at his
club this evening. This is such a treat
you must make the most of it.
Settled in your pretty little boudoir
with it's Japanese nangings, you are so
happy that your content stills you into
silence. Your husband has on the lit
tie white waistcoat which you SO liked,
AMI stretched at full length upon the
couch, he blows ceilingWard rings OF
grayish smoke from the good pipe Of
fine tobacco which he adores-next to
you.
Close to him, you busy yourself with
your embroidery, saying nothing, lis
tening to the patter of the rain in the
street, to the cracking of the wood
burning brightly in the fireplace, and
to the regular tick-tick of the clock.
1t is evening and nearly 8.
"Ah, but this is comfort exclaims
your husband, starting from his rev.
cry. How pretty you look this even
ing, my Jeanette! That negligee is
vastly becoming to you. Is it the
fashion now to wear a little black
bow in the hair? Come, kiss me-
and a thousand other things as pleas
inc. for these husbands know how to
he agreeable when they choose to be.
The bell rings.
You must open the door, for the
maid is out. There is no avoiding it.
The light in the boudoir has surely
been seen and callers must he admit
ted
Your husband rises and yawns
Lord, can we have no peace?" And
he gees to see what Christian people
have come to disturb this quiet home.
I'VE have you finally" eXclaims a
small fute-like voice. What luck to
find you in this evening, and in your
little white waistcoat! All! just as
ADORE my husband!"
Your wife is not i'll, I trJst?' in
quires a big, deep voice, the antithesis
of the hute-like notes.
mo, thank you, she is not. Come
in. She will come down. (To him
self: What bore! Bon Dieu! We
who wish to be alone and quiet!
Jeanette, my dear, come down. 1t is
good Mr. Ladouceur who has come
with his wife for little game of
cards"
You reply-"Yes, my love, l will
come Immediately"
And while your husband pits him.
self out III civilities to your guests,
you make your toilet and 10 minutes
later appear, charming, at the door of
the salon, your courage in one hand,
smile to carry you through the even
ing.
After the usual greetings and COM
ments upon the weather, the children,
and the maids who make life so hide
Gus, the cards and counters are
brought out AMI you turn your atten-
ton to the queen of hearts and the
king of spades.
1t is 2 o'clock in the morning. Your
husbands eyes are like two pinholes,
he is so sleepy. Already he has lost
S9-poor boy
Nine dollars. 1t is the price of a
dainty blouse of crepe de chine-of a
trinket-of hat! Nine dollars,
wSich you have not, which Mr.. La
douceur takes from you to give to his
wife, who has already spent it dozen
times in imagination. Nine dollars
How provoking it is!
You step upon yours husbands toe
lucky for you that yea dc not hit
your guests. He gives you a glance
of pity not unmixed with tenderness.
You respond by terrible pair of eyes
which signify, DO win, you are ruin
ing yourself!"
But his ambition is dulled by
drcwsincss and fatigue. 1t is too great
an effort to win; his eyes close in spite
of himself. He barely smothers a
yawn-m moreover the host must lose,
courtesy demands it.
You seem tired, dear madame, -
cries the little dute-lilze voice of Mrs.
Ladouceur, who would not leave for
Tic WUiIu.
"Not at ALL" you protest, sit is my
digestion which fatigues me-" The SO
of your husband are ON your stomach.
There is nothing on earth SO poorly
Gigested as silver-when ne hasn't it.
At last the game ends.
With what a sense of relief you pass
some biscuits and cordial, wondering,
Wont Lhey go now?"
Your husband, forcing himself to
amiability solely to please you, brings
nuts and raisins and Mr.. Ladouceur
and his wife nibble like two rats.
"My wife will sing to u.s. proposes
Mr.. Ladouceur, pleasantly. Surely
one should be pleasant after winning
$9-nine beautiful silver dollars!
You dare not protest, although
knowing the inevitable result. And
so the small, shrill voice of Mrs. La
douceur rises on the air, penetrates