New Britain herald., 1915-10-20
'1 Shall Pay, Out of the Money
 Shall Earn.'

shame when I think of the moment money which he had tossed me so contemptuously a moment before. Dicky was so angry because I had paid a long standing bill of his that he appeared to have lost the instincts of a gentleman But that was no reason, I told myself moment after my outburst, that I also should return to the primitive in my method of dealing with an unpleasant situation. had risen from my seat when threw the bills at him, and I faced him with a feeling at my heart I did not recognize. I could have struck him to the ground in that moment. The next I was so a,based in spirit at the exhibition of temper I had given that I would have given anything to get anywhere out of sight or sound. I stopped mechanically, picked up the bills folded them, and laid them upon the table near us. Then l spoke, and, my very voice was new to me, boarse and trem bling from the effects of the rage which had so shaken me.
 q truly beg your pardon, Dicky. realized that I had used the old childish phrase my mother taught me. .'I am very sorry, very much ashamed that I did that. But I do not think VOL realize how you humiliated me when you flung that money in my lap with such sneering contempt in your manner
 "How do look when I sheer? This way?" and Dicky twisted up his face grotesquely. I stared at him in amazement Every trace of his anger was gone. He was adopting his usual method of disposing of a quarrel, do- ing some silly or fantastic thing, which cleared the atm osphere, and which also, I shrewdly suspected, ap- pealed to him in that it enabled him to avoid an apology.
 He put out his hands and grasped mine "You are representative, Madge, and I'll be hanged if can get some of your viewpoints, but that's no reason why we should spoil our even ing over old Touraine and his bill. It's paid now, and there will be no more, I promise you to disturb your iron sense of justice. You may wear the flowers and eat the bon bons bring you without @ qualn1.'
 He could not Or would not grasp the fact that anything deeper than the
 
 meath my resentment. It was partly that <. makes. .$ it impossible for me toS"l<iss and make sup imme- diately after a quarrel, as many l women do, that made me withdraw my hands. 4s
 Please sit down, Dicky, and let me talk to you seriously for a few r.,inutes,' I pleaded. There are some things must tell you, some things we must settle together if we are to have any peace. I detest this pickering. I believe much of it could be avoided if we could decide finally as to some things this evening""
 "Aren't You My Wife?" Dicky sat down with such re- signed and bewildered look upon his face that I could have laughed if had not been in such deadly earnest shoot" he said laconically; ther with a. twinkle in his eye, II bey youl pardon, forget your training. Please elucidate,"
 ignored the pleasantly. I did no know how long Dicky would listen t' me, and I wanted to waste no words.
 Dear boy" I began, wont vol talk over with me the amount O money you can afford to spend upol the housekeeping, and then hand m that amount each week upon a cer tain day?"
 ''well. I'll be --'' Dicky inter rupted himself with blow of hi fist upon the table. Have I beer letting you get short of money? Wh! in thunder didn't you ask me fo: more ?''
 'sYou don't understand" I patientl. explained "I have more than enougl with these"-I indicated the bills
 had laid on the table-"to last an other week. But I cannot bear t. come and ask you for money, Dicky as if I were a child or a servent."
 Can't bear to ask me for money , What nonsense is this ?" Dicky's voic
 held much indignation. Aren't yo1 my wife, and isn't everything I ha
 just as much yours as it is mine?'
 That Is what I thought when
 I aid the cleaners bill," I interrupted demurely, "but you didn't agree wit
 me-
 That's an altogether differen , proposition. You shouldn't talk
 things out of my hands" returne D.cky shortly, "but you ought to knov
 that I'm only too anxious to lavls
 everything I can get on you, and the1
 you talk about hating to ask me fo
 money? That makes a fellow fee
 fine to hear his wife of three week i handing out a line of talk fikC that
 You must love me a lot if you fee that way"
 The Quarrel Made Worse. "Dicky, can't you really understan
 my feeling, or are you wilfully blind ; ing yourself to what I am saying?'
 demanded Suppose it were you wh
 were managing the house and wer
 earning the living. Would you lik t., come. to me for everything?"