Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-12


amt got word to say He never
takes me out anywhere. He's a chair
warmer at home for fair. He buys
me things, but he looks so glunn about
it that 1 never appreciate en-
Mrs. Cassidy slipped an arm around
her chum.
you poor thingl" she said. "But
everybody can't have husband like
Jack. Marriage wouldn't be no fall
ure if they was all like him. These
disconnected wives you hear about
what they need is man to come
home and kick their Stats in once
week, and then make 1t up in kisses
and chocolate creams. Thatd give
em some interest in life!"
Mrs. Fink sighed.
The Railways were suddenly filled
with sound. The door flew open at
the kick of Mr.. Cassidy. His arms
were occupied with bundles. Name
flew and hung about his neck. Her
sound eye sparkled with the love light
that shines in the eye of the Maori
maid when she RECEIVERS conscious
ness in the hut of the wooer who has
dragged her there.
Hello, old grill" shouted Mr.. Cas-
sidy. He shed his bundles and lifted
her off her feet in a mighty hug. Il
got tickets for Barnum & Bailey's,
and If you'll bust the string Of one of
them bundles | guess you'll find that
silk waist-why, good evening, Mrs.
Fink didn't see you at first. How's
old Mart coming along?"
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thanks said Mrs. Fink. IT must be
going along now. Martll be home
for supper soon.'
Mrs. Fink went up to her fiat and
had little cry 1t was a meaning
less cry, the kind of cry that only a
woman knows about; the most tran
sient and the most hopeless cry in
the repertory of grief. Why had Mar
tin never thrashed her? He was as
big and strong as Jack Cassidy. Did
ne not care for her at all? He never
quarrelled; he came home and
lounged about, silent, glum, idle. He
was a fairly good provider. but he
ignored the spices of life.
Mrs. Fink's ship of dreams was be-
Gained. Her captain ranged between
plum duff and his hammock If only
he would shiver his timbers or stamp
his foot on the quarter deck now and
then! And she had thought to sail
so merrily, touching at ports in the
Detachable Isles. For one moment she
almost hated Mame-Mame, with her
cuts and bruises, her salve of presents
and kisses. her stormy voyage with
her fighting, brutal, loving mate.
Mr.. Fink came home at z. He was
permeated with the curse of domes-
ITCHY. Beyond the portals of his coy
home he cared not to roam, to roam.
He was the man who had caught the
street car.
Like the supper. Mart?" asked
Mrs. Fink, who had striven over 1t.
Nm IN yep grunted Mr.. Fink
After supper he gathered his news
papers to read. He sat in his stock
ing feet
The next day was Labor Day The
occupations of Mr.. Cassidy and Mr..
Fink ceased for one passage of the
sun.
Mrs. Fink went to see Mrs. Cas-
sidy early. Name had on her new
silk waist. Even her damaged eye
managed to emit a holiday CLEAN.
Jack was fritfully penitent, and there
was hilarious scheme for the day
afoot, with parks and picnics in it.
A rising, indignant jealousy seized
Mrs. Fink as she returned to her fiat
above Oh. happy Name. with her
bruises and her quick following
balm! But was Name to have a
monopoly of happiness? Was Martin
Finks wife to go always unbelabored
and uncaressed? A sudden, brilliant,
breathless idea came to Mrs. Fink
She would show Name that there
We're husbands as able to use their
fists and perhaps to be as tender
afterward as any Jack.
The holiday promised to be nomi-
sal one with the Finks. Mrs. Fink
had the stationary washtubs in the
kitchen filled with two weeks wash
that had been soaking over night
Mr. Fink sat in his stockinged feet
reading newspaper. Thus Labor
Day presaged to speed.
jealousy surged high in Mrs. Fink's
heart, and higher still surged an
audacious resolve. If her man would