The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-09-05
Uor1dn'S I)orId
Conducted by Helene vaIeau.

pies after they are stewed and mix
! spices and lemon with them. Yes. that
does make it have a dark color, but if
Is so much better than this. I rnust
show your girl just how it is DONE
After dinner the husbands of tbe
! two women settle themselves in com
Portable chairs on a cool corner of the
porch to smoke and have a quiet talk
The children are going to an enter
talnment in the village, and Ruth
! comes downstairs with her cousin
ready to go out.
Ruth! What have you done to vour
hat? You have ruined it!'
! NO, mother, Cousin Bess lust hen+
II up from my face a little, that's all
It's ever so much more becoming this
way" 'iiis
Ruth, that hat is meant to he
straight and you must wear it straight,
Come here while fix it,
Mother. it looks nicer this wav
like it much better as it is
Ruth, obey me! What did 1 tell
your" '0ii
So Ruth must wear her hat straight
put when she is out of sight of her
nother she gets her cousin to bend if
| on her face as it was, and before they
return bends it back again.
Emma suggests a walk.
Come, Edward, we are going for
walk 9
~, You and Emma go, dear, Dick and I
would rather sit here and smoke"
And talks politics, l SUPPOSE"
! Well, we may discuss the plat
! form
Now, Edward. you know 1 object to
you getting into an argument with
Dick. You two men never agreo.
Come. l want you to go with me.
/ Throw that cigar away. 1 can't stand
smoke
Edward, knowing how useless it is
to protest, throws his favorite brand of
cigar away and reluctantly joins his
wife and cousin for a walk.
Dick remains in hi schair. thankin,
! his stars that Emma is not that sort
Of woman. and wonders how Ed can
stand it.
On the way home the children have
to cross bridge made Of logs Eddie
slips and twists his ankle badly. so
that he has to be supported by the
others.
When they reach the house his moth
er sees the swollen member and imme-
| diately goes into a paroxysm of weep
/ ing, Wringing her hands and declaring
he must have a doctor
oh! my dear boy is hurt! No, hot
water won't do to battle him with. A
doctor must see him. Send for a doc
I tor, some one. OH I don't know what
to do for a sprain. It may be broken.
/ Emma, what are you going to do? No
4 don't bandage it until the doctor sees
1t. Oh. why did you cross that
bridge? Dick, did you phone for the
doctor?
Emma, I tell you not to put hot wa
ter on it. You must not touch it until
! the doctor sees it.
Poor child! poor child! Does it
hurt, dear? What shall do What
shall 1 do? - and so on, moaning and
4 crying, but doing nothing and allowing
nothing to be done to relieve the
child's suffering.
The doctor arrives.
"Oh, doctor-iS it broken?"
rs what broken, madam"
His leg, doctor, his leg. Don't you
see how it is swollen? Will he ever be
able to walk again? Will you have to
amputate it?"
The doctor assures her that the trou-
BILE is not serious, and also tells her
that all the ankle needed was a hot
compress and a tight bandage. The
very thing she would not allow her
| hostess to do,
That night she tells her husband that
they had better take Eddie home in the
morning. linen she is not sure IL
would do to move him.
What shall 1 do Edward? Tell me
what to do. I'm all at sea. When my
nerves are shattered like they have
been tonight l can never tell what is
best to do"
My dear he had better be kept
quiet here in the cool air
mo, he would be better off at home.
I'm afraid the child will be killed if he
remains in this place. Why dos't you
tell me what to do?"
Then follows another spell Of weep
ing. She cannot make up her mind
what to do, and is not satisfied to rely
On the Judgment of others.
So it is usually with the dictatorial
woman-in an important issue she is
Of no account
In the big things of life she is use
less. In the small things she is a
nuisance.
Like a mosquito, her brain is the
smallest part of her She buzzes
around. making herself a pest to hui
mainly, and as yet no one has been
able to discover why she was created
Her husband is driven into life silence.
Her children adore the hours when she
lets them misunderstanding