The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1907-03-21
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THE wlFE's EXPERIMENT.
Had But One Chance 10 co to Saloon
with Her Husband.

the otaer nestled against It's face.
And Mrs. Liscombe had Just brought
out her mendlng basket for a pleas
ant evenings work
she looked mp from her work az
George came In from an opposite
room
"Oh. George, you are not going
out tonight" she cried. involuntar-
lily. as she noticed that he had his
hat and overcoat on.
Just for a little while. Net"
you said that last night and you
didn't come until - O'Clock"
Now. darling. don't be n goose.
laughed Liscombe. airily pinching her
cheek. a man cant always burruw
at home. Ike a mole in his tracks"
And. George" added Janet. nerve
ing herself 10 the point OF remon-
STRANGE. with a visible effort. when
you did come home. you-you had
been drinking,"
Llscombo frowned darkly and then
went out.
one by one the big drops FLASHED
down on her work AS she mechanical
~ stitched ON. Janet Liscombc had
been drunkards daughter. All the
first years Of her life had been spcut
IN daily witness OF the terrible details
OF the curse OF drink
And. she asked herself. ciasplng
her hands In sort OF mute despair.
have / got 10 live an this over again.
In my own house7 No." she said
WIKI sudden decision. Il will not bee
a dunkards wife. neither shall Hes-
sic be- drunkards child"
The next night she made no com
ment when Georgo pat On his hat
and oNercoat, except TO ask him.
carelessly. WHITTIER be was going
There we're three or four genial ans
drouihy souls a. Morris saloon thar
evening. Gerald Dikcman was there.
the foreman IN the hat manufactnr-
ing establishment where i.sCombe
worked Tom Daley. whose wife
took In sewing. old Mr. Hopeood.
whose scarlet nose betokened his
diurnal habits with unfailing accur-
acy. and Joe Pcueouby. who wrote
reports for the POcklingtOn Gazette.
supplied the poets corner" and be-
heyed firmly In the Byronic theory
that gin and genius went hand in
hand And George Liscombe. sitting
IN their midst. was Just commencing
his fourth game al poker when the
door opened. and Janet walked Ia.
Everybody stared around In sur
prise I4soombe dropped his cards
Janet" he cried out.
Yes. Mr. Llscombe." said his Wife
unloosening her bonnet strings. Nth
dellberation.
Isis any one sick7 Is Il Bessie9'
questioned the husband
Well no one In particular. Mrs
Liscombe calmly answered. Bessie
IS a little inclined 10 Group. but /
have left Mrs. WinEate With her"
Then what brings you here2'
asked Llsoombe. with gathering dis,
pleasure
oh" retorted Mrs Liscombe. with
a defiant toss OF the head. Il was
lonely at home, and I thought I
might as well come around here"
This Is 40 place for a woman. -
said Liscombe, lowering his voice 10
tone OF angry remonstrance
IL IT'S no place for woman. It's
no place for a man" said Janet. At
all events. here shall spend the
evening"
And leave your sick chlld?"
She is as much your child az
mine" retOrted Janet. Give me a
glass OF Dublin stout. Mr. Morris. II
you please"
Janet" gasped Liscombe. scarlet
with modification and anger.
let me alone" said she. with an
impatient shrug OF the shoulders
You drink. and | shall claim the
same privilege. am tired OF sitting
tamely down by the IRE. Henceforth,
when you go out. shall 20. too"
Liscombe looked eagerly around for
his hat.
"A woman In such a place az
that" he almost shouted when the
green baize doors had swung to be.
hind them.
rs It any worse than a man in such
place as that?"
JANET"
"Georgel"
You are determined TO drive me
franticl" he uttered. clenching his
teeth
mot at all. my dear" said Janet.
81 am only trying to keep from be-
ing driven frantic myself And, here.
after. wish you to understand that I
mean to accompany You to your even
Ing engagements, whether they may
lead you TO theater. billiard room, or
liquor salooni"
George Liscombe said no more. He
walked quietly home with his wife,
and sat silent and thoughtful the rest
| of the evening. But the next morn.
ing he kissed Janet. In the old. lover.
like fashion, before he went to work.
met" said he, i've been thinking.
And although ! was very angry with
you last night. | do believe you were
right I'll 30 no more TO those
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