Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-02-16

and on and on about II. ana as sne
talked the pretty face of Mrs Wiles
grew more and more distressed.
Harry. dear" she said. Dolly and
| want limousine. Please~
Dolly clapped her hands.
after that limousine again." he gay
~ commented. Not now, Woody.
Business is too bad"
Il don't like business" she laughed.
Its a mean old thing. isn't it. Dolly?
Harry. pleaser'
''Get thee behind me, NVoozly.'' The
man still laughed. but he began to look
very seriously at his charm irg wife.
You'd get anything out of man"
And his laugh was halt vexed, alto
gether admiring.
Pretty Mrs. Wiles accepted that CON-
pliment prettily. but June. as she slip
ped out Of the library unobserved, was
hurt for the woman, fer herself, for
her kind. as her face betrayed. Here
it was again-the endless, almost I'M
varying story of the woman dependent
on the mans bounty and, in this case.
getting all she could out Of him.
Ned and his detectives on that day
were down in the neightorhood of the
Hotel Daniel securing the district inch
by inch. as it were, for some trace of
the runaway bride. and wherever they
went small, fat nosed boy with one
soiled newspaper under his arm sleuth-
ed after them, sinking from tree to
tree and from doorway to doorway.
Little Dolly Wiles awoke in the night
to become aware of light in the low
err floor of the duplex apartment. Dad
dy, He was at work in the library, as
he always was late at night here re-
Gently. Dolly felt herself privileged to
say good night to daddy. so she slipped
out and put on her bedroom slippers
and her pretty little lounging robe and
tripped downstairs.
June head her go and dressed in like
fashion. Harry Uiles had his books
spread out before him and pen be-
hind his ear.
Daddy, are you going to get mother
a limousine"
The man glanced over at his books
and ran his hand across his brow.
well, 1 promised mother tonight"
he admitted, with reluctance. and his
face grew grave.
"Goody!" The little girl clapped her
hands.
but will it be nice big limousine?"
Not an extraordinarily big one. Just
a proper sized limousine for little girls
like you and mother. oh. come in.
Woozlyw
Mrs. Wiles in stunning negigee
stood in the library door,
you want Dolly, of course" she said
to June. "She's born prowler.
think"
Dolly smacked her father a parting
kiss.
Daddy says it won't be big limou-
sine, mother, but it'll have silk tassels,
and it WITH be a limousine anyhow
May we have a red headed chauffeur
ard chow dogY
at depends ON what color upholstery
yOul AOIHci oCiCStS' SAulHSu ueI la
ther as his pretty wife took Dolly's
place on the arm of the chair.
There's only one kind of upholstery
in the Beaver cars laughed Mrs.
Wiles, pinching her husbands ear.
Really, Harry, I've been wondering
IL it isn't waste of money to buy as
cheap limousine as that. I'd rather
wait until you can afford one that will
be more substantial"
81 know your tricks" commented her
husband. Really. Woody, 1 positive
ly cannot afford an expensive car"
Harry That wheedling tone echoed
in June's ears as she skipped upstairs
with Dolly, and she knew that the
cheap little Beaver car would nor
stand in front of the Wiles' door.
1t did not A good car brought Mrs
Wiles home the very next day.
Mrs. Ned Warner had been made ire
mendously thoughtful by the affairs of
the little Wiles family. There was
something wrong in the custom which
made this condition possible. What
was it? The position Of donor and
recipient Neither the man nor the
woman was really to blame. 1t was
custom. And June knew what Mrs.
Wiles would not admit to herself, If
she suspected 1t, that the man was be-
ing constantly wheedled beyond his
means.
Mrs. Wiles affected even to herself
that his constant resistance toward ex-
penditure was the normal attitude of
a man toward the domestic spending
of money. 1t was the woman's bust
ness to get all she could and the mans
to resist.
The crash came sooner than June had
expected. On the next evening after
the limousine had come home there