The Nevada County picayune., 1911-09-08

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ME- JoyCe BdZeu peTSlStenLly out or the car window.
 She's mad as a hornet" Joyce told himself. But he could not think what he had done to produce the gathering storm.
 They had been in the park and there had enjoyed themselves like a couple of children playing truant Everything had been merry until just before they took the car for home. Then Mrs. Joyce had suddenly froze up. Joyce had made numerous efforts to thaw her out. but he had met with no encouraging signs of success. He decided to try again.
 You don't know how much prettier you are when you smile" he said with labored attempt at joke.
 Silence greeted this remark
 Do you know you have two deep wrinkles when you frown like that?" he asked.
 A whitening glance was the only acknowledgment of this remark.
 I'll say make If you will say up" Joyce tried again
 Mrs. Joyce gave not the slightest in dication that she meant to say up" or anything else. Joyce surrendered and went to reading an evening newspaper which he drew from his pocket.
 They rode several blocks with no change In their attitude. Then Mrs. Joyce, glancing out of the window on the opposite side from her and incl dently stealing look at her husband, was dumfounded to find him deeply immersed in his newspaper. That he should calmly read when she was angry and had refused to become reconciled was an unheard of thing in their lives. It did not reduce her orig inal disp' easure any degree.
 She stood 1t as long as she could, then she burst out: T wish you would not sprawl all over the seat that way!"
 "Eh?" said Joyce, who was not as deeply interested in what he was reading as a casual observer might have imagined.
 T said I wish you would sit up in your seat and not crowd me SO" Mrs. Joyce's voice was as cool and tinkling as ice.
 Joyce moved over and gave her half of his third of the seat. Then she exclaimed: It's the last time I'll come to the park with you, staring at strange women as you were and hu- initiating mel"
 Doing what?" asked Joyce, genu- finely surprised.
 Now. that's right; pretend you don't know what l mean. You know you stared at that blonde woman in blue till she grinned right in my face!"
 Esther, what in the Iame of Moses are you talking about?"
 "Oh, you know as well as I do,' responded Mrs. Joyce.
 II certainly do not. But If you think I was staring or even looking at some other woman you are much mistaken" Joyce knew from expert ence just the kind of time he would have If this thing was allowed to run on.
 Louis Joyce, do you mean to tell me that you did not stare at that fat blonde with the blue hobble and the French heeled pumps and the low neck that she ought to be ashamed to wear even In a ballroom? Now, don't tell me you did not see her. for 1 saw you looking right at her"
 Joyce had seen her and she did not exactly fit his wife's description. but he felt that he must settle this matter at once.
 Oh" he said. Do you mean that fat, red-headed woman with the three chins and the duck waddle? Of course I saw her, but I never thought you would accuse me of staring at woman like that. Gee whiffes, A fellow couldn't any more help seeing her than he could the elephant in circus parade. Take it from me, I have no desire to stare at other wom- en when l have the prettiest little woman in the park right beside me. Why. Esther. you really wound me sometimes, I-f hardly know what to say"
 Well" said Mrs. Joyce. on the de- fensive. "she thought 70 were look ing at her and that kind of woman always thinks she can get any mans admiration"
 "She does. does she? Well, she's got several more thinks, have right here a little woman that has all the blondes from here to Helena faded to a frazzle," Joyce beamed on his wife.
 Mrs. Joyce smiled and pulled her skirts closer to her as she said: "I wish you wouldn't sit so far out in the aisle You look awfully uncom- fortable that way"
 Several days later Joyce was hold ing forth enthusiastically about \