Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1909-08-18

his Wife was going to get that wash
Ing out this week or next. He says
she is the slowest mortal living on
this side of nowhere; that he could
wash those clothes in an hour ut
Was the wash for only eight persons
one hundred and twenty seven pieces)
His poor tired wife gets him some-
thing to eat He eats and goes and
stretches himself in the hammock to
sleep. In about three minutes he calls
his vito to come and rub cold cream
on the back of his neck He says
the burn is killing him: that every
particle of skin is off; that she has
no sympathy for his sufferings, and
Il she cared anything for him, or loved
him as wife should love husband.
she would let the washing go until
tomorrow and sit there by him, anoint
his poor blistered neck and fan him.
But, no, she is utterly lleartless; those
clothes are OF more consequence than
no is; she is always washing and
never done.
he don't see any sense in washing
clothes, to put right on and dirty
them again. ALI at once he yells for
a clean handkerchief-he has used
two already that day. Then the sun
has gone down below the limbs Of
the trees and softly tips the end OF
his nose. He screams to his wife to
come quickly and fasten the umbrella
SO as to protect his face from the
sun. Does she want to see him burn
ed UP. roasted alive, II it We're. she
would be crazy; that 1t is astonish-
ing how heroically a man will stand
Intense pain.
The sun goes down and soon it be-
gins to get chilly. He wants some
bedding brought out, but his wife says
he had better come in and go to bed.
After preparing him a. foot bath, she
Eats his night shirt. gets the bed
ready, puts on. one more application
of the cold cream to his neck and gets
him to bed.
She is completely tired out. He has
already slept from 5 to 8 and is
thoroughly rested and OF course not
at all inclined to sleep. So he starts
in to tell her about his trip on the
train---tells with great gusto Of two
ladies he saw-how lastly dressed
| they were--what lovely soft white
hands one of them had-that they
looked as If they were made purposely
| to tip the ivory keys of a piano, and
what great, dreamy brown eyes she
had. Indicative of the glorious music
within her pure soul. and that he
could not see no reason why she
! could not get herself up In some such
| style and try to be a credit and "a
pride to him and his general style
ana aartlStlC TASTE fOor, nara work.
| ed wife! She Is utterly PROSTATE with
| operwork and falls asleep, resting her
calloused hands over her WORKOUT
heart she cannot listen longer. He
| discovers that she is sound asleep,
while he is talking. He is at once
| disguised. She is the dullest and the
most stupid woman on this earth
| a regular old sleepy head---never Is
interested In his conversation. She
| cannot lDprGciatp good talker q
brilliant mind. II she is not at work,
she wants to Sleep He cannot mag
inc how he ever came to marry such
| stupid woman. anyway. There is
| no use in talking, they are certainly
| mismated--he is so far her superior
| that he has no companionship with
her--he is on the verge of getting a
divorce, but. he has his doubts if any
other woman living would wait on
him as she does and stand his rooster
| pecking.
| MRS. LOUISE COULSON.