Gilpin observer., 1912-11-28
MAKING UP A QUARREL
BY c. OSCAR CARSON.

There's no pleasing mani" Mrs.
Simpsons tone was panied rather
than angry. Then she turned to leave
the room.
Simpson went on reading his paper
instead of making any whitening re-
marks. She hesitated, her hand on
the doorknob, and. then turned toward
him.
Give tried SO hard, ever since
we've been married to please you!"
she said. "Tve tried to make the
home as pleasant as possible and
and l just can't satisfy youE" She
waited, her mouth set in line Of
pain, her eyes fixed reproachfuIfy on
her husband.
"Now," demonstrated. Simpson, pa
tiently, what's the use? Z just hap
pened to suggest that the steak might
have been slightly more tender"
"Tender!" Mrs. Simpson clasped
her hands. "Once mans married,
taken girl from her happy home,
promised her everything In the world
he proceeds to connect the word ten
der only with beefsteak! Some peo-
Pies hearts are tender enough"
Simpson finished the column he
was reading. What did you say?" he
inquired, politely.
y gave up going away this sum-
mer," his wife mournfully went on.
80 that you might be comfortable.
I've stood over the hot stove baking
In the hottest weather SO that you
might have good food!"
Now, my DEAR" said Simpson, did
I ever ask you to bake in the hot
weather? Haven't I always said. en-
phatically that I detested hot food
in hot weather? Haven't L asked
time and again that we might dine
on a cold fare once in a while, and"
That's it! 1 simply can't satisfy
yout Whatever l do is wrong! You
always want just what I haven't
donet"
"But, great Scott! II it's unbearable
for you to stand over the stove and
cook hot things, since it's unbearable
for me to eat them after they're
cooked, in the name of all that's sen
sible, why not choose the bearable al
ternative?"
That's right! Scold me-. if you
want to-" She wiped her eyes, care
fully. That's what wives are for
Things for men to vent their wrath
oni And after I've passed the whole
morning working for you-sorting al
your things and cleaning up the
den"
I've asked you a thousand time!
to let those things alone,' broke il
Simpson, impatiently.
; "Oh, know you'd not be pleased
But it's something to know that Tv
been doing right, even if no one al
preciates it. If 1 should die-and
get tired very easily. as I discovere
when ran up to the den SO often an
back to the basement with things
"Have you been carting my thing
to the basement? Well, of alP'-
. Simpson swallowed some extra word
1--WE only taken out the things the
you never use-saved you lot {
work. But, never mind" She So
down and pressed her forehead SUI
: gestively. my head is simply han
3 mering. 1 never could stand to /
J. found constant fault with. and it
3 telling on me. My nerves are almo'
shattered"
I'm surprised that you haven
!. famed yourself with a sprained ank
e going up and down stairs! Are yc
u sure your heart isn't acting up, aft
81 all your exertions?
4 Mrs. Simpson put her head down {
y her arms and sobbed once or twic
quietly. Then she wiped her eyes al
arose slowly. Il see you can't bear
Y have your wife around. 30 I'll go ,
to my room," she said. "And," 81
"a added. turning toward him look
meek submission. 81 mended all yo
old socks today, too"
'Well, send them to the salvati
ss army" replied her husband. gruff
n. I've been trying to get them darn
e. for month and finally gave it ,
n and you know bought lot Of soc
ut last week. Why on earth did you I
In eide to do the mending after q
ee needing it done?"
Sc "Well, found time to"-she wat
re ed him longingly and sighed. ''Harr
be she exclaimed. "why are you SO crt
tn to me?" She rushed over to him. "T
ct me you're SORRY" she pleaded. "a
e. I'll forgive you everything. I ca
or bear to quarrel with you. You
sorry, aren't you, dear?"
de- Eyes, yes-you're in my light"
er replied, as he put away her encircl
arms and picked up his paper. 81
CHI it's 80 good to be friends agail
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