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

her of her feet in mighty hug. Il
got tickets tor Barnum & Bailey's. and
If you'll bus the string of one Of them
bundles 1 guess you'll find that silk
waist Why. good evening, Mrs. Fink!
/ didn't see you at first. How's old
Mart corning along?"
"He's very well. Mr. Cassidy, thanks"
said Mrs. Fink II must be going
along up now. Mart II be home for
supper soon. I'll bring you down that
pattern you wanted tomorrow. Name"
Mrs. Fink went up to her fat and
had little cry. 1t was meaningless
cry, the kind of cry that only woman
knows about. cry from no particular
cause, altogether an absurd cry-the
most transient and the most hopeless
cry in the repertory of grief. Why had
Martin never thrashed her? He was
as big and strong as Jack Cassidy.
Did he not care for her at all? He
never quarreled. He came home and
lounged about. silent. glum. idle. He
was fairly good provider, but he ig-
nored the spices Of life.
WITS. lila . Snlp VI OICdiho Noo w
calmed. Her captain ranged between
plum duff and his hammock. If only
he would shiver 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
| - xxrtfh n col tah
to show for all those tame rounds with
her sparriDg partner. For one moment
! she almost hated Mame--Mame. with
her cuts and bruises. her salve OF
| presents and kisses. her stormy voy-
age with her fighting. brutal, loving
mate. 1Ar
Mr. Fink came home at 7. He was
permeated with the curse of domes-
ticity. Beyond the portals Of his cozy
home he cared not to roam, to roam.
He was the man who had caught the
street car. the anaconda that had swal-
lowed its prey. the tree that lay as 1t
had fallen.
i ''Like the supper, Mart?" asked Mrs.
Fink, who had striven over 1t.
"M-m-m-yep," grunted Mr.. Fink.
After supper he gathered his newspa.
pers to read. He sat In his stockinged
feet.
Arise, some new Dante, and sing me
the beftting corner Of perdition for the
! man who stitch In the house In his
stockinged feet! Sisters Of patience
who by reason of ties or duty have
endured 1t in silk, yarn, cotton, lisls
thread or woolen-does not the new
canto belong?
The next day was Labor day. Tht
occupations of Mr.. Cassidy and Mr.
Fink ceased for one passage of th'
sun. Labor, triumphant, would parade
| and otherwise disport ITSELF
r Mrs. Fink took Mrs. Cassidy's pat
! tern down early. Name had on he
new silk waist Even her damage,
eye managed to emit a holiday CLEAN
Jack was fruitfully penitent and ther
= was hilarious scheme for the da,
I, afoot, with parks and picnics ant
! Pilsener in it.
t A rising. indignant jealousy seize'
3 Mrs, Fink as she returned to her ia
I above. oh, happy Name, with he
' bruises and her quick following balm
!, But was Name to have monopoly o
s happiness? Surely Martin Fink wa
Q as good man as Jack Cassidy. Wa
his wife to go always unbelabored an
" uncaressed? A sudden, brilliant, breath
. less idea came to Mrs. Fink. Sh
would show Name that there wer
J. husbands as able to use their fists an
L perhaps to be as tender afterward a
any Jack.
= The holiday promised to be nomins
one with the Finks. Mrs. Fink ha
K the stationary washtubs In the kitche
7 filed with two weeks wash that ha
% been soaking overnight. Mr.. Fink So
. In his stockinged feet reading new
8 paper Thus Labor day presaged
3 speed.
Z Jealousy surged high In Mrs. Fink
y heart. and higher still surged an audi
!, cious resolve. If her man would nt
% strike her-if he would not so IA
e prove his manhood. his prerogative an
" his interest In conjugaI affairs, he mu
"a be pror htcd to his duty.
. Mr.. Fink lit his pipe and peaceful
rubbed an ankle with stockinged to
~ He reposed In the state Of matrimor
10 like a lump of unblended suet In
/" pudding This was his level Elysium
y. to sit at ease vicariously girdling II
81 world In print amid the wifely splas
" ing Of suds and the agreeable smel
- of breakfast dishes departed and di
~ ner ones to come. Many ideas we
o' far from his mind. but the furthest ol
~ was the thought of beating his wife.
Mrs. Fink turned on the hot wat
and set the wasbboards In the SUD
ne Up from the dat below came the q
:. laugh Of Mrs. Cassidy 1t sounded III
~ taunt. q faunting of her own ha
piRess in the face Of the unslugs
iir bride above. Now was Mrs. Finl
ne time. @0
IT Suddenly she turned like fury up
E the man reading.
nd "You lazy loafer!' she cried Mus
work my arms off washing and TOLL
av- for the ugly likes Of you? Are you