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

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H Mrs. Cassidy's fiat. one fiigh
"Ain't it u beaut:" said Mrs. Cassidy
She turned her face proudly for he
friend Mrs. Fink to see. One eye wa
nearly closed. with great greenisl
purple bruise around it. Her lin wal
cut and bleeding little. and Their,
were red finger marks on each side o.
her neck.
my husband wouldn't ever think Of
doing that to me-" said Mrs. Fink, con
cealing her envy.
II wouldn't have a man." declared
Mrs. Cassidy. that didn't beat me uK
at least once n week. Shows he thinks
something of you. Say. but that last
dose Jack gave me wasn't no homeo
pathic one! | can see stars yet. But
the rest Of the week to make up for IT.
This eye is good for theater tickets and
q silk shirt waist AT the very least"
II should hope" said Mrs. Fink. as.
Stunning colnplacency. that Mr.. Fink
Is too much of gentleman ever t.
raise his hand against me-
"Oh. 20 on. Maggie!' said Mrs. Cas-
sidy. laughing and applying witci:
hazel you're only jealous. Your ole,
! man is too trapped and slow to ever
give you a punch. He just sits down
and practices physical culture with n
| newspaper when he comes home. Now.
amt that the truth?'
"Mr. Fink certainly peruses Of the
papers when he comes home" acknowl-
! edged Mrs. Fink. with a toss Of her
head. but he certainly don't ever
make no Steve O'Donnell out Of me
just to amuse himseif-thats a sure
thing"
Mrs Cassidy laughed the contented
| laugh OF the guarded and happy ma
tron. With the air of Cornelia cxhib-
iting her jewels she drew down the
collar of her kimono and revealed an.
other treasured bruise, maroon color
ed. edged with olive and orange, a
brulse now nearly well, but still to
memory dear
Mrs Fink capitulated. The lorna!
light in her eye softened to envious
admiration. She and Mrs Cassidy had
been chuIns in the downtown paper box
factory before they had married, one
year before. Now she and her man
occupied the fiat above Name and her
man. Therefore she could not put on
airs with Name.
Don't It hurt when he soaks your
asked Mrs. Fink curiously.
Hurt" Mrs. Cassidy gave a So
prap0 scream Of delight. "Well. say,
did you ever have brick house fall
on you? Well. that's Just the way it
feels-just like when they're digging
you ont Of the ruins. Jacks got left
that spells two matinees and q new
pair Of Oxfords-and bis right! Well,
Il takes q trip to Coney and six pairs
Of openwork. SILK lisls threads to make
that good"
But what does he beat you for?"
inquired Mrs. Fink. with wide open
eyes.
"Sillyr' said Mrs. Cassidy indulgent.
y. why. because he's full. It's gen.
orally on Saturday nights"
but what cause do you give him?"
persisted the seeker after knowledge.
why. didn't marry him? Jack
comes In tanked up, and I'm here. aln't
l? Who else has he got a right to
beat? I'd just like to catch him once
beating anybody else! Sometimes it's
because supper amt ready, and some
times It's because it is. Jack amt
particular about causes. He Just
lushes till he remembers he's married.
and then be makes for home and does
me up. Saturday nights | just move
the furniture with sharp corners out
OF the way. SO ] won't cut my head
when he gets his work In. He's got
left swing that Jars you. Sometimes |
take the count in the first round, but
when l feel like having a good time
during the week or want some new
rags ! come up again for more pun
ishment. That's what done last
night. Jack knows I've been wanting
a black silk waist for a month, and l
didn't think just one black eye would
bring It. Tell you what. Mag. I'll bet
you the ice cream be brings 1t to-
night"
Mrs. Fink was thinking deeply.
my Mart" she said. never hit me
. lick In his life. It's Just like you
said. Name: be comes In grouchy and
amt s"t q word to say. He never
takes me out anywhere. Hes a chci,
warmer at home for fair. He buys me
things, but he looks 30 glum about 1t
that l never appreciate EN-"
Mrs. Cassidy slipped an arm around
her chum.
You poor thing!" she said. But ev.
erybOdy can't have a husband like
Jack. Marriage wouldn't be no failure
II they was all like him. These dis
contented wives you hear about-what
they need is a man to come home and
kick their Stats In once q week and
then make 1t up in kisses and chocolate
creams. That'd give 'em some interest
In life. What l want is a masterful
man that siugs you when he's jagged
and hugs you when he amt jagged.
Preserve me from the man that amt
got the sand to do neither"