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

Mrs. Fink has dropped into Mrs
Cassidy's fat one flight below.
Amt it a beaut?" said Mrs. Cas-
sidy.
She turned her face proudly for
her friend Mrs Fink to see. One eye
was nearly closed with a great, green
ish- purple bruise around it. Her lip
was cut and bleeding little and
there were red finger-marks on each
side of her neck.
my husband wouldn't ever think
OF doing that to me, said Mrs. Fink,
concealing her envy.
At wouldn't have a man. declared
Mrs Cassidy, that didn't beat me up
at least once a week. Shows he
thinks something of you. SAY but
that last dose Jack gave me wasn't
no homeopathic one. I can see stars
yet. But he'll be the sweetest man
in town for the rest of the week to
make up for it. This eye is good for
theatre tickets and a silk shirtwaist
at the very least"
81 should hope" said Mrs. Fink, as
Stunning complacency, that Mr.. Fink
I is too much of gentleman ever to
raise his hand against me-"
"Oh, go on, Maggiel'' said Mrs. Cas-
sidy, laughing and applying witch
hazel, you're only jealous. Your old
man is too trapped to ever give you
a punch. He just sits down and prac-
tises physical culture with news
paper when he comes home. now amt
that the TRUTH"
"Mr. Fink certainly peruses of the
papers when he comes home" &C.
knowledged Mrs. Fink, with a toss
OF her head; "but he certainly don't
ever make no Steve O'Donnell out of
me lust to amuse himself, that's a
sure thing
Mrs. Cassidy laughed the contented
laugh of the guarded and happy
natron. With the air of Cornelia ex-
hibiting her Jewels, she drew down
the collar of her kimono and revealed
another treasured bruise. maroon>
colored, edged with olive and orange
"a bruise now nearly well, but still
to memory dear.
Mrs. Fink capitulated. The formal
light in her eye softened to envious
admiration. She and Mrs. Cassidy
had been chums in the downtown
paper-box factory before they had
been married, one year before. Now
she and her man occupied the fiat
above Name and her man. There
fore she could not put on airs with
Name.
Don't it hurt when he soaks you?"
asked Mrs. Fink, curiously.
"Hurt!'-Mrs. Cassidy gave a So
prano scream of delight. WELL say
did you ever feel brick house fall
on you?-well, that's just the way
ii. feels-just like when they're dig
ging you out of the ruins. Jacks got
left that spells two matinees and
a new pair of Oxfords and his right.
well, it takes a trip to Coney and six
pairs of open work silk threads
to make that good"
''But what does he beat you for?"
inquired Mrs. Fink, with wide-open
eyes
"Sillyl" said Mrs. Cassidy. indul-
gently. why, because he's full. It's
generally on Saturday nights"
But what cause do you give him"
persisted the seeker after knowledge.
why, didn't I marry him? Jack
comes in tanked up; and I'm here,
amt /? Who else has he got right
to beat? I'd just like to catch him
once beating anybody else! Some
times it's because supper amt ready,
and sometimes it's because it is. Jack
amt particular about causes He just
bushes till he remembers he's married
and then he makes for home and
does me up. Saturday nights l just
move the furniture with sharp cor
ners out of the way so I won't cut
my head when he gets his work in.
Sometimes l take the count in the
first round but when I feel like hav-
ing good time during the week or
want some new rags come up again
for more punishment. That's what l
done last night. Jack knows I've been
wanting a black silk waist for a
month, and / didn't think just one
black eye would bring 1t. Tell you
what, Mag, I'll bet you the ice cream
he brings 1t tonight"
Mrs. Fink was thinking deeply
MY Mart" she said, never hit me
a lick in his life. It's just like you
said. Name; he comes in grouchy and