The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-11-11

lot or he'd now the reason ~why-and that
was just the same as threatening to murder
her, wasn't it2 No woman could be eX-
pected to stand such vile words and treat
ment as that, of course, and-well, il he got
a few little inconsequential scratches on
his face Il was his own fault, wasn't il?
She didn't mean to scratch him anyhow,
OF course, but 1t was only emphasizing her
remarks when her hands got too close to
his face, and that's how il happened. And
then, the way the man did do the theatrical!
He didn't say a word, but he just strutted
down to the basement locker and brought
up his empty trunk and then he deliber-
ately began to pack his clothes. He was
just tickled to death TO ave his face
scratched up that way for an excuse, of
course. She asked him what he was about
and he told her that he was through that
she could have the fiat and the furniture
and the bank account and the whole works:
that be was through Will the job and was
going TO dig up some place to live where
he could have a little rest and content
ment-the stuCisd insults hat some men
can throw at their sun ering wives
Then she began to LluoLer, lie a fool
nv, tut it does enraLe me to see and
hear some women give in 10 their hus-
bands-but he went right on packing {.
and when she saw that her / litter tears
idn't have a particle OF elect upon him
Of course she was anIry all over ayain-
who wouldn't have tecome anTry? II
picked up two or three of his dress shirts
that were scattered around the trunk that
ne was packing and she tore them up the
back. What did the scoundrel do then
but lift her up bodily and thrust her into
her bedroom and lock her in there, just
as IL she was a jailed prisoner.
Then, to make II worse, when she hegan
to scream in her misery. he called to her
over the transom that II she kept that
noise up he would telephone to the police
station that there was a crazy woman in
his fat and have the ambulance BROUGHT
around for her. Did you ever hear of such
utter fendishness in all your torn days2
When he'd finished packing his buds he
had the elevator boy help him down stairs
and went a~way-the plainest and baldest
case OF deli crate desert on that ever /
heard OF. He stayed at a bachelor hetel
downtown for three dsys-and you know
what these / achelor hotels are, my dear?--
and didn't even write her a postal card.
AT the end Of three da =, ike a perfect
simpletou-how IL did make my blood boil
when ] heard q it!-what did she do but
go down to his Office and see him and pro-
Tess p%enitence and apologize for getting
into q ,tantrum and beg him to come back,
and promise TO be good forever more-the
silly, Jelly -fishy. spineless, idiotic creature!
Apologizing to a man. whether In the wronp
or not II very idea Of such a thing! And
begging q man 20 come back TO Oul ] q
rather be thrown into molten lead or burn
ing oil, deed | would.
well. no came back, with a LOT Of stick
ing plaster all over his face just TO get
=, mpnthy, and now hear that the imbe-
Gle woman has drawn the 500 out Of the
bank and given il to the brute. and no
goes up and down the elevator looking Just
as sweet IA pie and a. II butter wouldn't
melt in his mouth. the vicious scoundrell
| declare to goodness there are times when
I haven't a particle Of ~ mpath" for women.
when | see the way thew surrender TO men.
I can Just SOC myself giving in 10 James
oh. yes. indeedyl l wouldn't care one bit
whether l was the wronge't ever and he
the rightest. do you thinN for a minute that
I'd degrade my sex by cuddllng up 10 M