Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-07-24

| SWeL1 occasions. And, ION, It IS real
ly a beauty!"
"Well, DEAR" I said gently, "your
old husband is not so poor that he
cant pay for really pretty dress for
you, especially when you have come
to him Of your own accord and 'fessed
up your extravaganza"
The above episode was still fresh
in my mind when, a few evenings
later, as I was starting out to at
tend a dinner of my medical club,
knocked at the door Of my wife's room
to bid her good-by. Before she could
reply turned the knob and entered.
She stood, fully dressed, before her
long mirror, surveyin 3 herseI: APPROX
ingly. She wore a costume which
had never seen before, gorgeous az
fair, cut low in the neck. and with
fiimy lace yelling the upper part of her
shapely arms.
My new reception-gown, the one
told you Of. she said in reply to my
inquiring look.
"Oh, are you going out this
EVENING"" / asked, in surprise.
mo. I've invited a friend to din.
| ner," she replied hastily, as she hur-
ried from the room to give her maid
some forgotten directions. She was
| gone before could ask for further
particulars. and she fingered so long
in the kitchen or dining room that
could not wait until her return with
out being late for my engagement. As
stepped from the elevator of our
apartment house came face to face
with Richard Clarkson, the husband OF
the patient whom have already men
toned. A vague wonder crossed my
mind as I nodded to him as to whom
he was going to visit in our building.
He wore, also noted, his evening
clothes. Then the matter passed from
| my mind.
Nor did think Of it again until !
stepped into my wife's room when
| came home at twelve o'clock that
night. She lay in bed, propped among
her pillows; the electric bulb above
| her threw strong light upon the
French novel she was reading and up
on her unnaturally flushed face. She
/ had been eating marrons glaces from
huge box Of these sweetmeats that
stood on the table by her bed. Glanc-
ing at them, remembered that they
cost a dollar and a half a pound, and
noted that the box before me must
hold easily four pounds.
"Who has been spreading chest
nuts at your feet in lieu of roses?"
asked teasingly, thinking, first Of all.
of one or two women friends who had
| an abundance of money and were
| fond Of humoring my wife's love for
sweets.
ooh, friend of mine," she said
lightly, and straightway began asking
me about what kind of an evening
/ had had, who was at the dinner, etc.
/ It was not until rose from the easy
chair into which had thrown myself
/ that it occurred to me to inquire.
"By the way, who dined with you to-
| night?"
For a moment she hesitated, then
mads an effort and said FRANKLY,
"Mr Clarkson."
"Clarkson!" I gasped
spray, why not?" asked my wife de-
family.
"But how does he happen to dine
with you, and how do you happen to
| let him, a married man, dine alone
with you?"
Her face hardened. "And how" she
asked, initiating my manner, do you
happen to dine with Mrs. Clarkson,
and how does she, a married woman.
happen to let you dine alone with
| herr"
Don't be a fool!" I exclaimed. II
should think that even you, with your
shallow comprehension, would see,
when have explained 1t to you dozens
Of times, that there is difference be-
tween physician acceptingsan invita-
ton to remain to dinner at house
at which he is calling and his wife de-
liberately asking a married man to
dine with her when she knows her
husband is going to be out until nearly
midnight! Did he bring you these bon
bons?" / asked suspiciously, as my
eyes rested for moment on the box
beside her.
YES.
/ stood looking down at her. The
white light over her bed showed me
that, although when angry or fright
ened Doris usually became pale, the
vivid rose in her cheks had not faded.
Before she could suspect my intention
/ turned quickly to her dressing table,
poured some violet toilet water upon
my handkerchief, and, as quickly, bent
over my wife and wiped her cheek
with it. The handkerchief was
stained with pink. ! showed it to her
and sneered:
Painting, Ell? suppose that the
complexion you wear for your hus-
band is not quite strong and vivid
enough for one of your men friends?
How long since you adopted the max
ing-up' business?"
She sat up in bed, her eyes flashing.
'sYou are rude and unJust!" she ex-
claimed. "How long is it since you
qualified as censor Of morals?'
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