Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1909-02-18

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nearly closed, with great greenish
purple bruise around it, Her lip was
cut and bleeding a little, and there
were red finger marks on each side OF
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, chat didn't beat me up
at least once week Shows he thinks
something of you. Say, but that last
dose Jack gave me wasn't no homeo-
pathic one! I can see stars yet. But
he'll be the sweetest man In town for
the rest Of the week to make up for it.
This eye is good for theater tickets and
silk shirt waist at the very least.
81 should hope" said Mrs. Fink, as
Stunning complacency, 'that Mr.. Fink
is too much Of gentleman ever to
raise his hand against me-"
"'Oh, go on, Maggie!" said Mrs. Cas-
stdy, laughing and applying witch
hazel. you're only jealous. Your old
man is too trapped and slow to ever
give you punch. He just sits down
and practices physical culture with a
newspaper when he comes home. Now.
amt that the truth?"
'sMr. Fink certainly peruses Of the
papers when he comes home" acknowl-
edged Mrs. Fink, with toss Of her
head, "but he certainly don't ever
make nc Steve O'Donnell out of me
thing"
Mrs. Cassidy laughed the contented
laugh Of the guarded and happy ma
tron. With the air of Cornelia exhib
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
bruise now nearly well, but still to
memory dear.
Mrs Fink capitulated. The formal
light in her eye softened to envious
admiration. She and Mrs Cassidy had
been chums in the downtown paper box
factory before they had. married, one
year before. Now she and her man
occupied the fat above Name and her
man. Therefore she could not put on
airs with Name.
Don't it hurt when he soaks you?"
asked Mrs. Fink curiously.
'Hurtr' Mrs. Cassidy gave a so
prano scream of delight. 'Well, say,
did you ever have a~brick house fall
on you? Well, that's just the way it
feels-just like when they're digging
you out Of the ruins. Jacks got a left
that spells two matinees and a new
pair of Oxfords-and his right! Well,
1t takes trip to Coney and six pairs
of openwork, silk Isle threads to make
that good"
'But what does he beat you for|
inquired Mrs. Fink, with wide open
eyes
"Sillyr' said Mrs. Cassidy indulgent-
". ''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, amt
4? Who else has be 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 he 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 / feel like having a good time
during the week or want some new
rags I 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 I
didn't think just one black eye would
bring 1t. Tell you what, Mag. I'll bet
you the Ice cream he brings it to-
night"
Mrs Fink was thinking deeply.
my Mart" she said, .'never hit me
a lick In his life. It's just lske you
said Name; he comes in grouchy and
amt got word TO say. He never
takes me out anywhere. He's chair
warmer at home for fair. He buys me
things, but he looks SO glum about 1t
that never appreciate EN-
Mrs Cassidy slipped an arm around
her chum.
ssYou poor thing!' she said. "But ev-
erybody can't have a husband like
Jack. Marriage wouldn't be no failure
If 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 week and
then make 1t up in kisses and chocolate
creams. That'd give 'em some interest
In life. What I want is a masterful
man that slugs 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."
Mrs Fink sighed.
The Railways were suddenly filed
with sound. The door flew open at the