The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1907-02-14
MISTAKES
Mrs. Candidate san Can Make
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Mrs. Candidate, as a politicians wife
and ever interested in her husbands
affairs, entered enthusiastically upon
the duty Of educating herself In its
varied interests.
George" F." she began one hot day.
tanning herself with her sun bonnet
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 Farmers Bulletin.
Good heayens!" exclaimed his wife
You surely don't expect me to spend
another summer here without more
room, do your"
Mr.. Candidate laid aside his Bulle-
tin. carefully selected another and re-
suned 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 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.
"Of course, that means, George"
said his wife. bitingly "that the ex-
PLANTATION involves some criticism IF
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
scant courtesy If / were one Of your
constituents"
MY constituents are more careful
my interests than you are, Matte"
'aid her husband, curtly.
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 obliviousness that
thoroughly aroused her.
Look at this hideous dress" she
exclaimed, her voice thrilling with in
dignation, "and this check apron and
this sun bonnet that I've worn to i'm
shess the farmers wives and daugh-
t0rsl"
Mrs Candidates voice broke with
the pathos of her sacrifice. Mr.. Can
Tidate preserved sphinx-like silence
Don't | churn publicly under the
big cree 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 I wasn't too proud
to feed the chickens?"
The climax found Mrs. Candidate
breathless and Mr. Candidate still un-
provoked to speech.
III you can deny all this, George"
esumed 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 a disagreea-
BILE duty, what did you say to the 7
leading dairyman of the county yes
terday?" Pausing in his promenade
and looking intently at his wife,
Mrs. Candidate became suddenly
limp.
Il see, Matte" said her husband,
resuming his walk, that you can re-
call as distinctly as | do your state
ment to that dairyman that YOU con-
sidered it unrehned, even vulgar, to
sell milk"
Mrs. Candidate hung her head.
NOW, Matte" he continued, with
district attorneys manner; what did
you say the day before to Mr. Poul-
terer?"
Mrs. Candidate dropped among the
Farmers Bulletins completely n-
strung.
We'll, George" said the wife, with
an effort, "the very moment I told
him that didn't see how anybody
could eat the kind Of chickens he
raises, saw that l had made a mis-
lake" and Mrs. Candidate frightened
4 little with the confession.
Indeed" exclaimed her husband.
With a sarcastic fntonation that made
ais wife subside again
Perhaps you understand now. Mat
lie, why / have abandoned all idea of
spending our summers en- this farm
md Mr.. Candidate, with the calm of
desperation. filed his pipe and lighted
Il, while Mrs. Candidate reflected bft.
teriy upon her many vain sacrifices
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