The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-06-20
81, hot and marched out of the house.

making fool of himself.
In such cases a wife also has a spe-
cial privilege. She can put on her nat
and 90 home to mother and be sure
of a sympathetic reception. In TINS III
stance it was mile to mother 5.
The Young wife would go home. me
idea of a husband finding fault Win
his wife because she couldn't COOK was
something so outrageous that sue
knew her mother would advise imme-
date divorce. She might not be award
cd alimony, but there was the stage 10
turn to. With her face and figure, ana
the way she could sing Coming Ihro
the Rye it would be as easy as grease
to make 5000 per week.
It was high noon when she was
ready to set out, and she didn't even
take Bensons photo with her AS a
matter of fact, she gave it disdaln1ul
look as she passed out.
Arriving at the proper spot, she
climbed the fence, and hadn't pro-
crossed ten rods when she walked into
an old uncovered we'll, 1t was six feet
: deep, with foot of mud and water al
! the bottom, and when she had man.
aged to get out, she was covered with
a good deal of real estate and had lost
a good share of her resentment.
| Some one that knew the young wife
was passing and saw her. and further
on he met her husband and told him
about 1t.
Going home to mother to tell what
a brute ! ami" exclaimed Benson TO
himself We'll, will follow on and
relate my side of things" He started
off, took the short cut, and as if Fate
had planned it for two weeks ahead
he, too, went into the old well He, too
got large and liberal dose of free
dom's soil.
Behold husband and wife a quarter
of mile from each other each under
a bush, scraping off the mud and think
ing of beefsteak and fried onions.
Hearken to low and ominous bel
lowing, such as preceded the Johns
town tragedy!
Behold that bull who had scented
and got his eyes on the trespassers!
He paws the earth He throws
clods over his back His tail switches
the bushes.
Mrs. Benson Chivers knew nothing
about cooking, but she did know an
angry bull from placid COW. She
knew that he was coming for her, and
that her salvation was to climb up the
tree behind her. She climbed.
When the bull arrived where the
woman had been she was there no
longer He figured over the mystery
for about ten seconds, and then went
looking for the man. The man was no
boob to sit there scraping off mud
while a bull as big as freight car
was looking up his record He arose
and looked for tree He saw one.
The clutch was released and away
sped NJ Chivers,
The bull got a fair sight of him with
both eyes and bounded after him with
bellows that made the bushes sway as
in a gale.
When the man was fairly seated on
a limb five feet from the ground he
found woman beside him. 1t took
him only few minutes for him to rec
ogni2e her as his wife-the wife who
couldn't cook for shucks.
She had recognized him as his coat
tails flew and Topped across the pas
ture, but she had not welcomed him
with glad words,
They looked each other in the face
for moment and then turned away.
Five minutes passed, and the bull
stopped his snorting to wonder what
sort of people they were.
Another five minutes, and then
smoker from the wife, followed by
what might be called a giggle from the
husband
Another giggle, Another smoker,
and then as the disguised bull walked
away: Il amt mad, Constance"
Nor |, Benson,"
Let's go home and be good"
And he has eaten of her cooking
ever since
Copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndlcate.)