The Cairo bulletin., 1906-12-03
Y MISTAKES
Mrs.. Q andids etc SUR Can Make
Them.


Mrs Candidate. as politicians wifi,
and ever interested in her husband
anairs. entered enthusiastically upor
the duty of educating herself In III
varied interests. X
George" she began one hot day
tanning herself with her sun bonnie
while she studied her husbands draw
Ing for an addition to the farmhouse
when will you begin to build?'
| Never replied her husband from
behind a Farmers Bulletin.
Good heavens" exclaimed his wife
You surely don't expect me TO spent
another summer here without more
room, do you"
Mr.. Candidate laid aside his Bule
tin, carefully selected another and re
sumed his reading without replying
TO his wife's question.
Mrs. Candidates Indignation grew
as she watched him.
Really. George" she said, her voice
vibrating with resentment, "am to
interpret your silence as a refusal to
make any explanation OF this extra
ordinary change OF plan?"
You wouldn't like the explanation
after 1t was made, Matte" said her
husband, continuing to read.
or course, that means. George =
said his wife, bitingly. that the ex.
PLANTATION involves some criticism OF
me"
Mr.. Candidate read on.
Well, George" said Mrs. Candi.
date. SO offended that her voice trem.
bled, you wouldn't treat me with such
seant courtesy IL were one OF your
constituents"
Ny constituents are more careful
81 my interests than you are, Matte, .
said her husband, CURLY.
Mercy, George" exclaimed his
wife, actually suffering with surprise.
How can you say that after all I've
done this summer to make you--well,
solid with the country voters"
Mrs. Candidate paused. Mr.. Candi.
date read with an obliyiousness that
thoroughly aroused her.
Look at this hideous dress" she
exclaimed, her voice thrilling with in.
dignatfon. and this check apron and
this sun bonnet that I've worn to i'm.
press the farmers wives and daugh.
ters.''
Mrs. Candidates voice broke with
the pathos Of her sacrifice. Mr. Can.
didate preserved a sphinx-like silence
Don't churn publicly under the
big tree in the bach. yard every morn
Ing Just to show that I respect labor.
and didn't we put the hennery right
next to the public road so that every
body could see that wasn't too proud
to feed the chickens?"
The climax found Mrs Candidate
GREATNESS and Mr.. Candidate still I'M
provoked TO speech.
III you can deny all this, George"
resumed his wife. with a majesty Of
brow suited TO Lady Macbeth herself,
i haven't another word to say"
Mr.. Candidate rose and took several
turns up and down the shady gallery.
We'll, Matte" he finally said. with
the air of one who reluctantly yields |
to pressure and performs disagreed
Bile duty, what did you say to the |
Leading dairyman. of the county yes.
terday?" Pausing. in his promenade
and looking intently. at his wife
Mrs. Candidate became suddenly
imp.
Il see, Matte" said her husband,
his walk, that you can re-
call as distinctly as do your state
nent to that dairyman that you con
,idered it unrefned, even vulgar, to
sell milk"
Mrs. Candidate hung her head
Now. Matte" he continued, with a
district attorneys manner: what did
'ou say the day before to MIR Poul-
erer9"
Mrs Candidate dropped among the
Bulletins completely un.
trung.
Wei, George" said the wife. with
N effort, the very moment ] told
i'm that didn't see how anybody
ould eat the kind of chickens he
aises. saw that had made mis-
AXE" and Mrs. Candidate frightened
little with the confession.
Indeed" exclaimed her husband.
nth a sarcastic intonation that made
is wife subside again.
Perhaps you understand now. Mat
e, why ! have abandoned all idea OF
pending our summers en- this farm"
nd Mr. Candidate. with the calm OF
esperation, filled his pipe and lighted
!, while Mrs. Candidate reflected bit
Nly upon her many vain sacrifices /
, the prejudices OF the country
o.ers Washington Post.
Mlnr Of financial lnfnrnation