Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-12-10
N IST AXES
Mrs. osndldsts stIIl oan paane
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 To this end, MT. Candidate bought " small farm for 8 simmer homo, anA Mrs. Candidate, as politician'a Wif4I and ever interested in her husband,e affairs, entered enthusiastically upOn the duty of educating herself In lf varied interests i*EN
 George" she began one hot days flaming herself with her sun bonnet while she studied her husbands draw.s ing for an addition to the farmhouse, when will you begin to build?"
 "Never" replied her husband from behind Farmers Bulletin.
 Good heavens!" exclaimed his wife.t You surely don't expect me to spend another summer here without more room, do you?"
 Mr. Candidate laid aside his Bulle. tin, carefully selected another and re- sumed his reading without replying to his wife's question.
 Mrs. Candidates indignation grow as she watched him.
 Really, George" she said, her voica vibrating with resentment, lam tn interpret your silence as 8 refusal to make any explanation of this extra ordinary change of plan?"
 You wouldn't like the explanatiou after 1t was made. Mattie." said her husband, continuing to read.
 "Of course, that means, Georxe. q said his wife, bitingly, that the ex- planation involves some criticism Of me"
 Mr. Candidate read on.
 Well, George" said Mrs. Candh date, so offended that her voice trem. bled, you wouldn't treat me with such scant courtesy if were one of your constituents"
 My constituents are more careful of my interests than you are. Mattie,s said her husband, curtly.
 Mercy, George!" exclaimed his wife. actually stuttering with surprise, How can you say that, after all I'vG done this summer to make you-welL solid with the country voters!"
 Mrs. Candidate paused MT. Candk date read with an obliviousness that thoroughly aroused her.
 Look at this hideous dress" che exclaimed, her voice thrilling with in. dignation, "and this check apron and this sun bonnet that I've worn to inn press the farmers wives and daughs ters!"
 Mrs. Candidates voice broke with the pathos of her sacrifice. MT. Can. didate preserved sphinx-like silence.
 Don't l churn publicly under the big tree in the back yard every morn. ing just to show that 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 breathless and Mr. Candidate still un. provoked to speech.
 If you can deny all this, George.s resumed his wife. with a majesty q brow suited to Lady Macbeth herself. T haven't another word to say"
 MT. Candidate rose and took several turns up and down the shady gallery.
 Well, Mattie." he finally said, with the air of one who reluctantly yields to pressure and performs . disagreear ble duty. what did you say to tho leading dairyman of the county yess terday?" Pausing in his promenade and looking intently at his wife.
 Mrs. Candidate became suddenly limp
 T see, Mattie," said her husband. resuming his walk. that you can ro- call as distinctly as I do your stater ment to that dairyman that you con. sidered 1t unrenned. even vulgar. e sell milk" S
 Mrs. Candidate hung her head.
 Now. Mattie." ISs continued. witA . district attorneys manner; what di1 you say the day before to Mr. Po1t tererT
 Mrs. Candidate dropped among tho Farmers Bulletins completely unr strung.
 Well. George" said the wife. wit6 an effort. ''the very moment I told him that didn't see how anybody could eat the kind of chickens ho raises. I saw that had made . mis< take" and Mrs. Candidate brightsoe1 . little with the confession.
 ''Indeed." exclaimed her husbon4 with a sarcastic intonation that mada his wife subside again.
 Perhaps you understand now. MatA tie. why have abandoned all idea C spending our summers on this farm. and Mir. Candidate. with the calm o9 desperation. filled his pipe and lighted it. while Mrs Candidate reflected bit- terly upon her many vain sacrifices to the prejudices of the country voters.-Washington Post