The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1908-03-05
The RES0URCEfUL
HUSBAND
He Avoids Being Caught in Lie
to HE Wife.

Yes, there are some exceedingly re-
sourceful married men living in this
city; there certainly are, says the New
York Sun.
This one month or so ago had to
go to Chicago. He was due to be alb
sent about two weeks. His young
wife hated to have him go. They've
only been married a year, you know.
Now, when he goes on business
trips, as he quite often does, this man
always makes his wife happy by max,
ing great show of taking her picture
along with him. Then when he's writ
ing to her from the place he goes tG
he writes abaut how the sight of her
photograph on his dresser soothes his
lonesome hours, and so on.
Usually the last thing that he does
when packing his bag is to grab the
cabinet photograph of his wife, the
only one of the kind in the house until
this thing happened, that stands on
the mantel in the front room of the
fiat, and he stuffs it conspicuously in
his bag while she looks on.
this last trip he was in such a dead
rush that in packing he quite forgot
the photograph of his wife. He had
to hustle for the train, and so for the
first time he overlooked his little per-
formance.
After he'd gone she noticed that
he'd forgotten the picture. But she
mentally excused him for forgetting t.
A day or SO after her husbands ar
rival in Chicago she received a letter
from him that amazed and shocked
her quite beyond expression.
In this letter her husband said,
among many other things not at all
germane to the point of this narrative
that he was deriving all kinds Of solace
and consolation from her picture
which, as usual, he had perched on his
dresser, etc.
OF course, she had good reason to
be amazed and shocked when she read
that letter
Now, three or four days after his
arrival in Chicago he was writing her
another letter in which he started to
tell her about the joys and delight he
was extracting from the sight of her
picture on his bureau-when a sudden
wave of memory overwhelmed and
stunned him. He suddenly recalled
that he didn't have the picture with
him at all.
He thought it out for a minute
Then he went right ahead and finished
the letter to her about how much con.
ISOLATION, etc, he was finding in the
picture of her And he mailed the let
ter.
His way out was this:
He is we'll acquainted, personally as
we'll as in a business way, with the
photographer who had taken that pic
ture of his wife. And so, Immediately,
he wired to the photographer here in
New York, instructing him to make
instanter print of that photograph
of his wife-which the photographer
knowing the wife, too, could quickly
identify-and to fire it along by spe
cial delivery to Chicago.
The photographer here in New York
fired it along to the resourceful one in
Chicago, who went out and bought an
elaborate oval gilt frame for it.
He knew that his wife would
imagine when he got back home that
she had him, and that she would have
little sadness about her, and so on
And he had that end of it correctly
prophesied. She had meant to restrain
herself, but when he flung his arms
about her on entering the fiat she col
lapsed from having worried, and fell
to weeping.
He, of course, with wide eyed gaze
of utter innocence, asked her what on
earth could be the matter.
"Oh, tito t-tthink," she gasped
"t-tthat you could t-t-tell me a
s-s-story!"
"Story?" said he, winking sagely at
himself in the mantel mirror over her
shoulder Say, lock a-here, little one
what's this all about, anyhow? What
story? What on earth are you talk.
ing about?'
"Ww-why," she gasped between her
sobs, about Mummy p-p-ppicture-
wr-wr-writing me that you were
Hooking at it every n-n-night, and
you d-ddidn't have it with y-y-you q.
all-it's on the bb-bureau this nm
minute!"
Then he pushed her away from him
and regarded her with an expression
of lofty and wounded sadness.
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MY little one" he said to her in
that injured, abused tone, my dear, dc
you really mean to say that you could
think me capable OF that-me?"
"B-b-but, J-J-Jim, dear" she sobbed
the p-p-picture is on the b-b-bureau
r-r.right n-n-now, and"
For reply he put his bag on top OF
the dining room table, opened it, and
there right on top of the clean liner
and beautifully wrapped about in q
white silk muller was her photograph
Dearest" he said to her, didn't
tell you when you came back from
the country last summer that | haC
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