The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1910-04-30
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By o. HENRY.


llS Mrs. Cassidy's fat. one flight |
below.
"Ain't it beaut?' said Mrs. Cassidy.
She turned her face proudly for her
friend Mrs. Fink to, see. One eye was
nearly closed, with great greenish
purple bruise around It, Her lip was
cut and bleeding 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.
81 wouldn't have man." declared
Mrs. Cassidy. "that 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! can see stars yet. But
he'll be the sweetest man in town for
the rest of the week to make up for 1t.
This eye is good for theater tickets and
silk shirt waist at the very least"
II should hope" said Mrs. Fink, as
suming complacency, that Mr.. Fink
is too much of a gentleman ever to
raise his hand against me-"
"Oh. go on, Maggier' said Mrs. Cas-
sidy, laughing and applying witch
hazel. you're only jealous. Your old
man is too trapped and slow to ever
give you a punch. He just sits down
and practices physical culture with a
newspaper when he comes home. Now,
| amt that the truth?"
"Mr. Fink certainly peruses of the
papers when he comes home" acknowi-
edged Mrs. Fink. with toss of her
head. "but he certainly don't ever
make no Steve O'Donnell out of me
lust to amuse himself-that's a sure
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 te
memory dear.
Mrs. Fink capitulated. The formal
ilSut III ueT eye SOAtSheu " ShNAous
admiration She and Mrs. Cassidy had
been chums in the downtown paper bo,
factory before they had married, on'
year before Now she and her mar
occupied the fat above Name and bel
man. Therefore she could not put OF
airs with Name.
Don't 1t hurt when he soaks your
asked Mrs. Fink curiously.
"Hurtv Mrs. Cassidy gave a so
prano scream of delight. well, say
did you ever have a brick house fal
on you? Well. that's just the way
feels just like when they're diggin,
you out of the ruins. jacks got lef
that spells two matinees and ney
pair of Oxfords-and his right! We'll
1t takes trip to Coney and six pair
of openwork, silk lisle threads to max
that good" 3
'But what does he beat you for?
inquired Mrs. Fink. with wide opel
eyes.
"Sillyw said Mrs Cassidy indulgent
ly. "Why, because he's full. It's ger
orally ON Saturday nights" /
"But what cause do you give him? ?
persisted the seeker after knowledge.
why, didn't marry him? Jac
comes in tanked up, and I'm here. ain
I? Who else has he got right
beat? I'd just like to catch him ono
. beating anybody else! Sometimes It
because supper ain't ready. and SOM
times it's because 1t is. Jack ain
], particular about causes. He jus
lushes till he remembers he's marie,
and then he makes for home and doe
me up. Saturday nights just NOV
the furniture with sharp corners OF
, Of the way, SO | won't cut my hea
when he gets his work In. He's got
left swing that Jars you. Sometimes
take the count In the first round. b.
when feel like having good tin
, during the week or want some ne
E rags come up again for more pu
ishment. That's what | done la
night. Jack knows I've been wantir
I a black silk waist for month. and
t didn't think just one black eye wou
: bring It Tell you what, Mag. I'll b
you the fee cream be brings It
! night"
Mrs. Fink was thinking deeply.
; "My Mart" she said. never hit I
,. a lick in his life It's just like y
o said. Name: he comes in grouchy a
aIn't got word to say. he nev
5 axes me out anywhere. He's a CHI
y warmer at home for fair, He buys l
= things. but he looks 80 glum about
= That never appreciate en-"
= Mrs Cassidy slipped an arm arou
Ter chum.
"You poor thingl" she said. "But I
l. erybody can't have husband II
,t Jack. Marriage wouldn't be no failu
A. IL they was all like him. These d
= contented wives you hear ahout-wl
: they need is man to come home a
y kick their Stats In once week q
then make It up In kisses and chocol
. creams. That'd give 'em some inter
- in life. What ! want is master
man that slugs you when he's jagi
and bura you when he amt tagg