Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-01-30

bundles 1 guess you'H ma that SIX waist Why. good evening, Mrs Fink! I didn't see you at first Hows oio Mart coming alongT
 He's very well. Mir. Cassidy, thanks said Mrs. Fink. ''l must De gong along up now. Mart I'll be home for supper soon I'll bring you down that pattern you wanted tomorrow. Name.
 Mrs. Fink went up to her flat ana had a little cry. It was a meaningless cry. the kind of cry that only woman knows about. cry from no particular cause. altogether an absurd cry-tne most transient and the most hopeless cry in the repertory of grief. Why had Martin never thrashed herr He was as big and strong as Jack Cassidy. Did he not care for her at all? He never quarreled. He came home ana lounged about. silent, glum. idle. He was fairly good provider. but he ig- pored the spices of life.
 Mrs. Fink's ship of dreams was be- calmed. Her captain ranged between plum duff and his hammock. If only be would sbiver his timbers or stamp his foot on the quarter deck now and then, And she had thought to sail SO merrily. touching at ports in the De lectable isles! But now. to vary the figure. she was ready to throw up the sponge, tired out. without a scratch to show for all those tame rounds with her sparring partner. For one moment she almost hated Mame-Mame. with her cuts and bruises. her salve or presents and kisses. her stormy voy- age with her fighting. brutal. loving mate.
 MT Fink came home at [ He was permeated with the curse of domes- ticity Beyond the portals of his cozy home he cared not to roam. to roam. l He was the man who had caught the street car. the anaconda that had swal' lowed its prey. the tree that lay as II
 had fallen
 "Like the supper. Marti" asked Mrs
 Fink, who had striven over it.
 M-m-n,-yep." grunted MT. Fink
 After supper he gathered his newspa
 pers to read. He sat in his stockingec feet
 Arise. some new Dante. and sing me
 the beftting corner of perdition for th'
 man who sitteth in the house in hi
 stockInged feet! Sisters of patience
 who by reason of ties or duty hav'
 endured 1t in silk. yarn. cotton. lisl'
 thread or woolen--does not the new
 canto belongt
 The next day was Labor day. Th'
 occupations of MT. Cassidy and NIT Fink ceased for one passage of tn sun. Labor. triumphant would parad
 and otherwise disport itself
 Mrs. Fink took Mrs. Cassidy's pat
 tern down early Name had on he | new silk waist Even her damages
 eye managed to emit a holiday glean
 Jack was fruitfully penitent, and ther : was a hilarious scheme for the da afoot, with parks and picnics an Pilsener in it.
 A rising. indignant jealousy seize Mrs. Fink as she returned to her fla above. Oh, happy Name. with he bruises and her quick following balm But was Name to have monopoly c happiness? Surely Martin Fink wa as good a man as Jack Cassidy. Wa
 his wife to go always unbelabored an
 uncaressed? A sudden. brilliant, breatl less idea came to Mrs. Fink. Sh
 would show Name that there wer : husbands as able to use their fists an - perhaps to be as tender afterward q ;, any Jack.
 The holiday promised to be nomin'
 one with the Finks. Mrs. Fink ha x the stationary washtubs in the kitche filed with a two weeks wash that ha been soaking overnight Mir. Fink s' In his stockinged feet reading new paper. Thus Labor day presaged !. speed.
 Jealousy surged high in Mrs. Fink U heart, and higher still surged an aud '' cious resolve. If her man would n strike her-if he would not so Il ' prove his manhood. his prerogative ar :, his interest in conjugai affairs, he mu ' be prompted to his duty.
 aa Mir. Fink lit his pipe and peaceful rubbed an ankle with a stockinged to '' He reposed in the state of matrimoI ' like a lump of unblended suet in pudding. This was his level Elysium :. to sit at ease vicariously girdling t = world in print amid the wifely splas 2 ing of suds and the agreeable sme /, of breakfast dishes departed and al !. ner ones to come. Many Ideas we
 far from his mind. but the furthest o
 was the thought of beating his wife.
 Mrs Fink turned on the hot wat :. and set the washboards in the sut ,,, Up from the fat below came the g "a laugh of Mrs. Cassidy. It sounded II pr taunt. a Haunting of her own ha fir piness in the face of the uDslugg ne bride above. Now was Mrs. Finl 1t time.
 Suddenly she turned like fury up nd the man reading.
 You lazy loaferr' she cried. Mus w. work my arms of washing and toili ke for the ugly likes of you? Are you Ire man, or are you kitchen hound|