The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1908-02-04
The Times
Evening
Story

m CAME home. My wife was
sitting on the sofa. Paul
darling" my wife said. lit IL
really nice OF you TO come
home a little early today.
deep sigh Oh" "a still deeper
sigh Il have been in such miserable
humor today In this nasty foggy
weather"
Now, when my wife speaks OF hei
miserable humor, OF dark clouds Oh
heavy fog. Immediately become en-
ergetic.
my dear" said In my most deter
mined voice, You are simply suner
ing from lack OF something 10 do
You have nothing TO do, nothing To
worry ABOUT, and there Is absolutely
no reason why you should speak OF
fogs and things like that"
My wife looks at me pityingly. on
dear, there is not the least bit Oh
poetry in your soul You simply don
understand. When | think OF some.
thing serious | get into this mood and
then everything looks dreary ana
foggy TO me no matter how the wea.h'
err is outside. Don't you understand
that?V
NO"
Then wait. IL cannot go on like
this. When you work at home you SIT
and write in the parlor and you ike
that. and then you always fool Win
rne and you get nothing done. You
must have quiet, you must nave a
coy study and a nice desk. just now
we happen to have money
And this money 1 have earned writ
ing in the parlor, and in spite or fool
ing with you"
THAT makes no difference. IL you
had a study and a beautiful desk you
would earn still more money. NOW
darling. | tell you you are going TO
have a beautiful study and you have
nothing at all to say about IT.. All you
have 10 do is 10 walk into 1t and then
Won will again admit that you are a
fortunate man who has sweet ittie
wife who thinks OF nothing but your
needs" !,
my own little darling" was all
could whisper.
Two days later. My wife met me at
the door and threw her arms around
my neck.
ooh. I'm SO happy" she whispered,
do you want TO work today, dear!
"Of course. you know want TO.
"Then lust go into the parlor.
mean the parlor isn't there any more.
We don't need parlor. IL Is now
your study. Go i'm and look, dearie.
Won must see everything and try every
thing. and then you must tell me now
you like II"
With these words she ran away into
the sitting room.
Full OF expectation, went into my
new study. must admit that she
had arranged everything beautifully
Heavy red curtains softened the light
beautifully. In one corner was a low
couch. Just the kind l like. with
beautiful Oriental cover and heap OF
cushions. Just the thing inviting you
TO dream and rest awhile. In another
corner was my bookcase and In the
center large heavy table full OF
books and magazines.
At the window stood my new desk.
IL looked little small and Just
little bit feminine TO me. So did also
the chair i'm front of II. sat down.
There was a beautiful pad on the desk
made from dark leather and three
portfolios In the same material. IL
must have cost my wife a good deal
OF money. In another corner ! discoy-
cred magnificent clock and scattered
through the room were dozens OF little
things which Il would take too long
to enumerate.
| desired To start working. filled my
pipe with English tobacco and felt
especially happy that had place
where | could smoke pipe. for until
now I had never been allowed To
smoke anything In the house. but, OF
course. In my own study nobody
would stop me from smoking anything
I pleased
| began writing.
heard the door open behind me
and turning around In my chair there
stood my wife with an expression on
terror In her face.
!. Paul" she cried, what In The world
Is the matteE?-