The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-07-10
who makes AXE up her mind for her and III. in.

who makes up her mind for her and in
vents her opinions and originates her
ideas and chooses her tastes. h
doesn't want d chance for reflection;
She prefers to be a reflection of some
body with audacity enough to make her
think he's the first, second and third
act and the prologue, all in one. When
q woman takes q man h takes him at
his own valuations: if he grovels at her
feet like Il worm she will naturally put
her foot on him; but If he comes to her
With a club or a sceptre in his hand and
his halo on straight h will accept him
for her lord and master"
"And get it." rejoined bitterly.
where Anne Boleyn did"
"Oh. WELL" said Henry, reddening and
shifting uneaslly in his chair, there
We're other reasons for that. I made
the mistake of letting Anne know how
pursued tentative. why it is that the
women who look PROTEST in a drawing
room or on public exhibition are always
the ones who show up worst when you
set them home and examine them by
daylight? It's always the woman who
takes most pains with her public ap-
pearance before marriage who seems to
take the least pains with her private
appearance afterward. She seems to
fancy that a good nose will make up
will look just as well in a rundown
slipper as in a patent leather pump;
and that a good figure is just as fasci-
mating In a mother hubbard as in
French stays and His Majesty made
a wry face.
Perhaps" I suggested. "she thinks
that when her beauty has tied to her
life the only man worth pleasing 1t has
lone its duty
And So" rejoined the king with
disgust, she settles down into a state
OF frumpiness that spoils his digestion,
and home becomes to her a place in
which to wear out your old clothes. a
bath, a duty and a shampoo a luxury.
UGH" and the king shivered. A pretty
woman in a two-days-old couture and
sloppy slippers is as unpalatable as
good Wine served in a broken cup CT
pate-de-fois-gras served on a rusty tin
plate. 1t takes away a chaps appetite
for love. Jan Seymour was a posi-
tive tonic after Anne!' finished his mai
esty.
She died-er. naturally. didn't she?"
l inquired. gently. observing that
Henry was affected.
The king raised his eyebrows.
The Lord gave her" he said with q
shrug. and the Lord took her away.
Blessed be the name Of the Lord! That
woman was too good to live. Did you
ever try to live with an angelo" he add
ed. tentatively.
I shook my head.
It's like living with one of these
fancy tea tables explained Henry,
sit In the middle of the noor full
of china, and that you can't get around
without knocking against. or get past
without falling over. Jane had SO
many scruples that l couldn't take a
step in any direction without tripping
over them and coming down with a
crash, and she held me up to such a
high standard that 1 nearly choked in
the rarefled atmosphere. Give me the
North Pole for a cheerful daily COM
panion in preference to a saint. No
wonder the man who tells you what a
good wife he has always does 1t with a
gloomy expression and a tired voice.
and the king gazed with a sadly rem
intscent air across my hat at the flag
pole.
oh. Well" I said. with a soothing
~ fattering glance at Henry. mo wo-
man living is really worthy a good
mans love"
There was one" and the king
smiled softeningly; my last wife, you
know
"a mans last wife always is," I re-
torted. tartly. Besides. Katherine
Parr never loved you"
Who wants to be loved" jeered His