The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-03-26
MAKING UP A QUARREL
BY c. OSCAR CARSON.

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 70
marks. She hesitated. her hand on
the doorknob, and then turned toward
him.
live tried SO hard, ever since
we've been married to please you'll"
she said. I've tried to make the
home as pleasant as possible and
and I Just can't satisfy you'll" She
waited, her mouth set In q line Of
pain. her eyes fixed reproachfully on
her husband.
Now" demonstrated Simpson, pa
tiently, what's the use? 1 just hap
pened to suggest that the steak might
have been slightly more tender"
TENDER" Mrs. Simpson clasped
her hands. "Once a mans married.
taken a girl from her happy home,
promised her everything in the world
der only with beefsteakl Some peo-
pies hearts are tender enough"
Simpson finished the column he
was reading. What did you say?" he
inquired, politely.
'T gave up going away this sum-
mer," his wife mournfully went on.
so that you might be comfortable.
I've stood over the hot stove baking
in the hottest weather 30 that you
might have good food!"
Now, my DEAR" said Simpson, did
] ever ask you to bake in the hot
weather? Haven't l always said en-
phatically that 1 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
YOU Whatever j do is wrong! You
always want just what I haven't
done,'
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 |
on And after I've passed the whole |
morning working for you-sorting all |
your things and cleaning up the
den"
I've asked you a thousand times
to let those things Alone" broke in |
Simpson. impatiently.
"Oh. know you'd not be pleased
But it's something to know that I've
been doing right, even If no one ap- |
preciates 1t. II should die-and
get tired very easily, as l discovered
when / ran up to the den SO often and
back to the basement with things"
Have you been carting my things
to the basement? Well, of all"-
Simpson swallowed some extra words.
1--WE only taken out the things that
you never use-saved you a lot Of
work. But, never mind" She sat
down and pressed her forehead sug-
gestively. my head is simply ham,
mering. I never could stand to be
found constant fault with, and it's
telling on me. My nerves are almost
shattered"
I'm surprised that you haven't
tameu yourself Win Bpralned ankle
going up and down stairs! Are you
sure your heart isn't acting up, after
all your exertions?"
Mrs. Simpson put her head down on
her arms and sobbed once or twice.
quietly. Then she wiped her eyes and
arose slowly. Il see you can't bear to
have your wife around. SO I'll go up
to my ROOM" she said. and she
added, turning toward him a look of
meek submission, 81 mended all your
old socks today. too"
well, send them to the salvation
army" replied her husband, gruffly.
I've been trying to get them darned
for a month and finally gave 1t up.
and you know bought lot of socks
last week. Why on earth did you de-
eide to do the mending after I quit
needing it done?"
''Well, / found time to"-she watch
ed him 1ongingly and sighed. Harry"
she exclaimed, why are you so cross
to me?" She rushed over to him. Tell
me you're sorry" she pleaded, "and
I'll forgive you everything. I can't
bear to quarrel with you. You are
sorry, aren't you. dear?"
Eyes, yes-you're in my light" he
replied, as he put away her encircling
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