The Ely miner., 1914-06-26

! just let him alone. Why don't
you talk to Mr.. Calender, dear?
Is that cigar? Now, you don't
want to smoke? O, Edward, l wish
you wouldn't! Why can't you just
enjoy seeing Mr.. Calender do it?
Well, if you must!
You've no idea how irritable he
gets, Mrs. Calender = he doesn't
hear; he's talking to your husband.
It's his nerves, of course; ptomaine
poisoning upsets you all overt
seems to come out in new place
every day.
Yesterday l bought him some
shirts at a sale in town-they were
really beautiful quality-the only
thing the matter was that they were
q little tight in the neck, and he
really became almost-uncontrolled
at the idea of wearing them.
Even when / pointed out to him
that as l bought them at sale they
couldn't be exchanged, it made NO
difference to him. Men have no idea
Of economy.
What is that that you are telling
Mr.. Calender, Edward? 1t isn't the
latter part of May that Mr.. Fales
had the accident; it was the first of
June. | remember about it partic-
nlarly, for l was washing my hair
when it happened, and | always
washed it the first of the month. be-
cause that woman | went to said it
stimulated the growth if you had
a regular time for it, although mine
comes out in perfect handfuls.
Well, dear, you always want me
to be accurate. | assure you. Mr.
Calender, I'll never forget that
morning. l heard Mrs. Fales
scream, and then / saw Edward
rushing down the road with his hat
off, and the first thing Mr.. Fales
said to him when he was regaining
consciousness was "Drive that fly
away-drive that fly awayv' and all
that Edward could say-he was so
distracted-was, (Which one, which
one?" And Mr.. Fales gasped, "The
one with the blue eyesw Now. |
can't see anything amusing in that
can you?
Well, Edward, why didn't you tell
it yourself, then; Pm sure nobody
was preventing you. Well, dear,
don't talk if you don't want to.
Was that your new maid who went
through the hall just now, Mrs. Cal
lender? She looks as if she had a
cheerful disposition.
0, yes, the one I have is neat, but
she doesn't seem to get anything
done. She cries all the time, the way
they always do when they have
lover. We have done nothing but
change all summer. Edward says be
is sick and tired of hearing about
servants, but | tell him if the burden
of it all fell on him, as it does on
me, he'd find out the difference.
The things they do pass belief; |
had a cook the first Christmas after
we were married, twelve years ago,
and she-yes, Edward, dear, | know
you've heard the story often before,
but Mr.. and Mrs. Calender have
not, and | am telling it to them.
Well, dear perhaps we had better
90 home. You see, Mr. Calender.
he's not had as much dissipation as
this for long time. When | think
of all those nights when l sat watch
ing beside him, with the light
turned down in the room so that !
could only just see his face, and with
all those queer, creepy noises around
that you seem to hear in the house
after midnight when everything else
is still, it made it seem as if nothing
was ever going to be the same any
more-as if the children and 10,
when think of that and look at him
now, it makes me so happy!
Why, Edward, dear, you mustn't
help me down the steps; l ought to
be doing it for Boston Globe.