Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-12-26

II you'll bust the string Of one Of then
bundles | guess you'll find that sill
waist Why. good evening. Mrs Fink
l didn't see you nj first. How's ole
Mart coming along|'
He's very well. Mr. Cassidy thanks.
said Mrs. Fink. II must be going
along up now. Mart II be home 70,
supper soon. III bring you down that
pattern you wanted tomorrow. Name
Mrs, Fink went up to her fat and
had little cry. 1t was Il meaningless
cry. the kind OF cry that only Il woman
knows about. a cry from no particular
cause, altogether an absurd ry-the
most transient and the most hopeless
cry In the repertory Of grief Why had
Martin never thrashed her? He was
as big and strong as Jack Cassidy
| Did he not care for her at all? He
never quarreled He came home and
lounged about. silent. glum. idle. He
was a fairly good provider. but he ig
nored the spices Of life.
Mrs. Fink's ship Of dreams was be-
Gained Her captain ranged between
| plum duff ard his hammock II only
he would SILVER his tmbers or stamp
his foot on the quarter deck now and
| then. Ard she had thought to sail 81
merrily. touching ut ports in the De
lectab!c isles! But now. to vary the
figure she was ready to throw up the
SPONGE. tired out. without scratch
to show for all those tame rounds with
her srarring partner For one moment
she almost hatcd Name Name. with
her cuts and bruises. her salve OF
presents and kisses. her stormy voy-
age with her fighting. brutal. loving
mate.
Mr.. Fink came home ut 7. He was
permeated with the curse Of domes-
ticity. Beyond the portals Of his coy
home he cared not to roam. to roam
He was the men who had caught the
street car. the anaconda that had swal-
lowed its prey. the tree that lay as It
had fallen.
Like the supper. Mart:" asked Mrs
Fink. who had striven over it.
"M-m-m-yep," grunted Mr.. Fink
After supper he gathered his newspa-
pers to read. He sat in his stockinged
feet.
Arise, some new Dante. and sing me
the befitting corner Of perdition for the
man who stitch In the house IN his
stockinged feet! Sisters Of patience
who by reason Of ties or duty have
endured 1t IN silk. yarn. cotton. Isle
thread or woolen-does not the new
canto belong?
The next day was Labor day The
occupations of Mr. Cassidy and Mr..
Fink ceased for one passage Of the
sun. Labor. triumphant. would parade
and otherwise disport itself.
Mrs. Fink took Mrs. Cassidy's pat
tern down early. Name had on her
new silk waist. Even her damaged
eye managed to emit holiday CLEAN.
Jack was fruitfully penitent, and there
was a hilarious scheme for the day
afoot. with parks and picnics and
Pilsenef in It.
A rising, indignant jealousy seized
Mrs. Fink a. she returned to her dat
above. oh, happy Name, with her
bruises and her quick following balm!
But was Name to have q monopoly Of
happiness7 Surely Martin Fink was
a. good man AZ Jack Cassidy. Was
his wife to 60 always unbelabored and
uncaressed3 A sudden, brilliant. breath
less idea came to Mrs. Fink. She
would show Name that there were
husbands as able to use their fists and
perhaps to be as tender afterward as
any Jack.
The holiday promised to be a nominal
one with the Finks. Mrs. Fink had
the stationary washtubs in the kitchen
filed with two weeks wash that had
been soaking overnight. Mr.. Fink sat
in his stockinged feet reading a news
paper. Thus Labor day presaged to
speed.
Jealousy surged high in Mrs Fink's
heart. and higher still surged an auda-
cious resolve. II her man would not
strike her-if he would not so far
prove his manhood. his prerogative and
his interest in conjugal affairs. he must
be prompted to his duty
Mr.. Fink lit his pipe and peacefully
rubbed an ankle with stockinged toe.
He repOsed in the state Of matrimOny
like lump of unblended suet In
pudding. This was his level Elysium-
to sit at ease vicariously girdling the
world In print amid the wifely splash
ing Of suds and the agreeable smells
of breakfast dishes departed and din.
ner ones to come. Many ideas were
far from his mind. but the furthest one
was the thought Of beating his wife.
Mrs. Fink turned on the hot water
and set the washboards In the suds
Up from the dat below came the gay
laugh Of Mrs. Cassidy. 1t sounded like
taunt. Haunting Of her own hap
piness in the face Of the unslugs.d
bride above. Now was Mrs. Fink's
time.
Suddenly she turned like fury upon
the man reading
"You lazy loaferv she cried Must
work my arms OF washing and toiling
for the ugly likes Of you? Are you q
man. or are you kitchen houndy"
Mr.. Fink dropped his paper. motion
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