The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-07-31

SlOIldliy. E1G5 toO BOOuI WH1NOWy 6Opulo
Markham IL actually afraid Of her hus-
banda great, handsome fellow, with a
lovely black silk mustache like an Ital-
ian brigand. Oh, II must be charming
to be q little afraid OF ones hps-
bandit"
Miss Clark. what nonsense you are
z dare say It may seem so TO you.
child, said Mrs Cameron, patronizingly.
But IL YOU ever get m~arrted'--
"of course / SHALL said pretty An
ME, who had not the slightest idea
or being al old maid.
We'll, when o are about to get
married, don't marry a man who Ia
sugar and spice and all that's nicel'
It's much too insipidI"
You'd recommend, on the contrary,
snaps and snails and puppy dogs tails
eh" laughed Annie. also quoting q
nursery rhyme.
Not exactly that: but one does get
tired OF perpetual honey and sunshine"
said unreasonable Rosie. as she reached
out her hand for her embroidery. And
now you promised to tell me all about
Kitty Smiths trousseau."
AS 1t happened, Mrs. Cameron's
beautiful drawing room was separated
from her boudoir by portierres. Mr..
Cameron, reading his paper, sat on the
side Of the draperies and heard this
conversation-an ave dropper in spite
Of himself. His cheeks burned, he bit
his lips, and the blood rushed through
his whole farme.
Sc Rosie was getting tired Of himi'
Well. after all II was better to thor,
oughly comprehend the whole state OF
the case. He was too amiable, was he2,
MI. Cameron lung aside the crum-
pied paper and walked once or twice
the length Of he rooms. ,e#A
TIL see that the fault is corrected"
he said to himself with a grim smile.
And he went OFF to his business with
out b usual goodbye kiss in which
he generally INDUCED. ...#.
Mrs. Cameron went out shopping in
the afternoon, and was detained a little,
but 1t did not worry herin the least.
Clarence doesn't mind" she said;
and 80 h spent an extra half hour in
deciding wether she would nave tan or
pearl gray for her new kid gloves, and
whether she looked better in a hat
trimmed with sweet brier OF simple
field daisies. L
I'm a little late, I'm afraid" she said.
as h entered the dining-room, where
her husband was prancing up and
down like the proverbial Gagged lion" OF
romance. 49, -
Late madaml r 7 should say you
were!" retorted her husband in a tone
FAAASAA ANALl LInAC NILS SNRlCIOh hfkIN
TITS half-past seven If it's a second.
But I suppose you think my time Is OF
no value"
"Clarence!" .r 'an. .- 49,
'T'v born this long enough" went
on the indignant husband. And I give
you fair notice that I shall bear it no
longer. Janel"-to the girl--"bring in
the dinner at once, and tomorrow let 1t
be served at seven, punctually, whether
your mistress is here or not"
Yes, SIR" said Jane. as she dis
appeared grinning, into the kitchen.
Mrs. Cameron sat down, crimson TO
the very roots OF her hair. l'l&
Clarence" she said, with difficulty
controlling her voice, 'is it necessary
to insult mt thus, before the ?"
Yes madam, It Is, II a wife doesn't
comprehend her duty. 1t is high time
she should be made to do so. / will
trouble you for a cup OF coffee.
Mrs. Cameron was mortified, stunned,
dazed. She was entirely unused to this
style of domestic reproof, Almost be-
fore the dessert-with which her hus-
band found plenty Of fault, intimating
that 1t would be better If his wife re-
NAMED at home to attend to household
matters a little more, instead of CAD
ding abroad the whole time--thea door
bell sounded.
TITS dear mamma and Aunt Lizzie
come to spend the evening" said Rosie,
jumping up. ~ ~ ..
'Confound theml" roared Mr.. Gamer.
on, shifting the table with his fst; can't
I have a quiet evening once In a while7"
II told them you would AXE uB
to the theatre tonight" hesitated Rosie,
the color coming and going changefully
in her face.
indeed" May I ask madam, who
authorized you to make that state
mentY" crisply Queried the husband.
Am 1 a mere puppet In your hands,
and am I supposed to have no will
or desire of my own?" T..
But you will go. wont you. Clar-
ence 2" fRltered poor Rosie.
NO madam, I will not" said Mr..
Cameron. rising and looking for his
hat. Il propose to spend the evening
quietly at my club" ""e l-...
He bolte6 out of the room, nearly
falling over his mother-in- law In tn
passage, n muttering to himself:
? BY JoVel If I'd stopped another min
ute o tears would have conquered
me-. Poor little Rosie"
1t was past twelve before he returned.
Never In all the experience of their
married life had he been so late before.
Sitting up, eh?" said he savagaIy.
Now Mrs. Cameron, / mean~to put an
end once for all, to this sort of thing
Il was so anxious about you, Clar-
ence," pleaded poor Rosie.
AnXlousl Sneef1nglS repeated he.
DO you suppose John Markham allows
his wife to sit up for him?"
"Oh, Clarence! I wouldn't have you
like John Markham for the world"
exclaimed Rosie, bursting into tears.
wouldn't your" said he, the faintest
suspicion OF q smile; glimmering under
the ends OF hts mustache. Now I
thought 1t would be charming to be
a little afraid OF ones husband, and
you know sugar and all that's nice
grows insipid." a.. .
Mrs. Cameron sprang to her feet.
= 'Claryl" -'| &.'
"Rosie!"
did you hear what I said this morn,
mgr" .-.'.r KIM
Il did Mrs. Cameron, and I thought
would shape my conduct to suit your
taste" rE
Don't do 1t any more, Clary." she
said, with a Q~uivering lip and her
bright eyes lifted wistfully to his face.
/ don't like 1t! It isn't nice to be afraid
OF ones husband" So -r' z...
Just as you please" said her aus
band, laughing. Il only wanted to
adapt my self to your wishes, Rosie"
But / was such q gooSe!" cried Ros-
lie. Dear clary, ! have cried my eyes
out tonight trying to make out what
could possibly have changed you 30.
you were only making believe all
the timer" f s. l8
"only making believe" he acknowl-
edged. H'se 90 a&g -,