The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-02-28
He
Overdid 1t

AS = AtSi al " d. lug dGIOoS Lie
bridge to catch the sos train for
home he saw Griggs just ahead of
him with black band on the sleeve
of his light overcoat
Though the two men had only
bowling acquaintance, F1itcraft knew
that Griggs' wife had died recently,
and sudden realization came over
him of what 1t must mean to a man to
be deprived of long accustomed do
nestle companionship. It was
thing, he reflected, which might hap
pen at any time to any married man.
He wondered vaguely, as the light
overcoat with the black band disap-
peared in the crowd, whether Griggs
had been good to his wife. Then he
affirmed to himself virtuously that a
man ought to be habitually good to his
wife, and then if anything should hap,
pen, there would be nothing to regret.
Just at this moment he happened to
see an elderly man buying some flow
ers at the stand on the corner and
at once his vaporous general resolve
became solidified into concrete form.
Flitcraft decided that he would take
some roses home to his wife. He
hadn't done such thing during the
eleven years since his marriage, but
that was no reason, he assured him
| self, why he shouldn't do 1t now.
So, with some embarrassment, he Sc
lected bunch of American beauties.
He was rather self-conscious when
| he found that no one manifested any
| curiosity as to the contents of his
tissue paper package.
| why, Harley Flitcraft!" exclaim-
| ed his wife as she tore off the wrap
pings. "Where'd you get such beauti-
! full roses?"
Bought 'em, of course" responded
F1itcraft, jocularly. Cant l buy you
some flowers once in a while? No 9TH
er man is buying flowers for you just
at present, is there?"
| His wife blushed at the very
thought of such thing. Very steady
in the domestic harness were both the
Flitcrafts.
Don't be ridiculous, Harley" she
admonished him, as she hurried to fill
vase with water.
| 1t was evident that Mrs Flitcraft
was delighted. A close observer
might have detected that she was also
puzzled. But F1itcraft was not in the
I habit of observing his wife closely,
! being convinced that he had found out
/ all there was to know about her during
/ the first year of their married life.
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| on to his undoing.
/ His voluble praise of the peach
shortcake at dinner, besides being I'M
usual, appeared to his wife a work
Of supererogation, since he had eaten
two large pieces with great relish
A little later, to complete his wife's
mystffcation, F1itcraft laid down the
evening paper and proposed that they
go to concert.
Mrs. Flitcraft was well aware that
her husband didn't know Beethoven
from Tschaikowsky and was utterly
Indifferent to both.
why, Harley" she protested, its
going to be all classified music, and
I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy it."
There's nothing l would enjoy
more!" prevaricated Flitcraft.
His wife cast a penetrating glance
toward the American beauties, as
though to read there the secret of her
lords sudden transformation. Then
she said, gently: Harley, you don't
feel well, do your
Never felt better in my life," re-
sponded Harley, promptly.
His wife disregarded these words
ut must be" she insisted, because
you didn't put on your heavy under
| wear the first of the month"
why, tell you that feel perfect
ly WELL" reiterated Flitcraft 81 don't
need heavy underwear in such wealth
er as this"
Then I'm afraid you haven't been
careful enough about your diet" she
said. you know. the doctor said
that you"
| Haven't I told you three times"
roared F1itcraft, that I never felt
better"
ooh, Harley, don't say that" plead
ed his wife, with tears in her eyes.
"Of course, don't want you to be i'll,
and yet I'd rather 1t was that. There's
only one other way to explain your
queer actions. It's remorse!"
"Remorse? For what?' demanded
Flitcraft
For having fallen in love with some
other woman! You're trying to atone
to me for it! And you're always been
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