Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-09-02
\. Useful
Woman and lone
Why We Quarrelled
This Husbands Untidiness Causes
WJc's Story Of Dispute.
sSBy virginia Terhune VIM de wntcr.)

Eopyrisht, 1915. by Star Company
IS fMy husband and have quarrelled
because Of his apparent Indifference as
s to how his home and he himself looks.
In the frs, place. Paul smokes and
no smoker is thoroughly tidy.
( he ie not as careful about his personal
cleanliness as l think gentleman
4 should be.
To be sure. I have not had much
4 experience with men, as my father
died when l was a mere child, ana
had no brothers So it hard for
me TO become accustomed TO tn. odor
Of cigars. pipes and cigarettes But
for the sake of my husband, l tried
to do this.
l am naturally very neat. and it
makes me acutely uncomfortable TO
see things in disorder
Soon after our marriage we moved
to the suburbs and bought n new
cottage. All our furniture was pretty
and dainty. Paul seemed as proud OF
our belongings as was So it was
distinct disappointment to me t.
note how little pains he took to keep
things immaculate.
First OF all, he bought a dog. Now,
! am fond OF animals and the thought
or having dog on guard when was
at home alone was comfortable. But
] supposed that the creature would be
kept out OF doors.
When will YOU get his kennelo" I
asked on the day OF Rover's arrival
He won't need kennel" my hus.
nana sn, FORM me. He will spend
most OF his time on the veranda."
The Cltlmntum.
But in muddy weather think how
dirty he will get the place." l Ven
tured.
In stormy weather he can come into
IN. the mousse my husband remarked.
out at night in all wcathers.''
looked at the thoroughbred Eng
hsh setter. and reelected that he was
certainly an ornament TO any house
nola; 30 offered no further protest
at the time.
cold, rainy evening Rover scratched for
aomittance Oh our new front door
iaul smiled az he saw the marks of
the dogs nails on the polished wood.
Come IN. YOU rascal" he called.
opening the door. You're as Wet as
drowned rat"
He spoke the truth The dog had
necn running through the woods not
laF from our cottage He now made
straight for the open fire. i'm front ~
which he proceeded to shake himself
vigorously. the drops from his shaggy
mar lying in all directions
6. on, Paul" l exclaimed This is
4 90 much: Just look at my pretty
- But Paul only laughed.
II That is his way.
= ihat is also the way that he tool, ,r,
Iohllnents on his smoking and many
untioN habits. When he was a
us mother must have let him do
ets he pleased. He was her oni,.
Perhaps that accounts 70. NE
4 Small Thing.
~C0r-SEems small thing to quarrel
\ Y. doesn't it? Yet, after a while. r
b conditions almost unbearable
a. Eing room was finished in white
E,neci N paint. Our rugs and nangincs
I;ng r. an exquisite shade of dull blue
- an ideal room. AT least that is
the way II was when we were first mar
red. &c.
Later. when my husbands dog was
NOT lying on my one white fur rug in
front OF the fire my husbands muddy
boots were drying there lie liked TO
ramp IN an weathcrs. and when he
came III he would throw his damp
macintosh on one chair. his wet hat on
another, and. stretching himself out on
the couch, with his head on tn. deli
cate-colorYd cushions, proceed 10 light
4 his ciEaf. and smoke, dropping the
ashes aSout promiscuously. Then when
d!nnS<was announced. ne would go into
they dining room and sit down at the
.faFe In his rough clothes. his hair un-
brushed. his hands unwashed
stood this for one year. Al the be-
ginning OF our second winter in the
country. j had a Long talk with Paul. |
told him how unhappy Ais ways made
me and begged HIM 20 be more careful.
He seemed impressed by the talk. which
l made as gentle and conciliatory as
could. and promised to try TO comply
viii, my wishes.
With my own money ! had the rugs
cleaned. the sofa cushions recovered
the floors done over" and the whole
house put in perfect order.
Dismny.
Then went away for a few DAYS to
visit a friend in the city. | returned
on sunday afternoon instead Of wait
ing until Monday afternoon. as had
planned. AN the way home | was think
inc how different our little home would
be now that Paul was going TO be more
careful. II was bitter cold day, and
as took the village stage from the
railroad station | pictured my hus-
bands happy surprise al my arrival
J also fancied how coy and inviting
tho cottage would look.
But when ! entered softly. stopped
short in dismay My husbands muddy
footprints and the dogs equally muddy
tracks were everywhere Paul wore
no collar, and he had evidently not
been shaved since my departure lie.