Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1915-01-17

 " How can you talk to me like that?"
 :" I'll talk to you as l please!"
 You are always in the house. You are watching every move l make, as if I wasn't n good woman. When married you loved you. You were an analytical chemist who every sad would make q mark in the world. But drink has thrown you on the reefs. And sometimes hate you."
 He caught her by the shoulder and swung her out of the chair and raised his arm.
 Here, here, McWintcr." cried a voice from the doorway. None of that while am in the house. You ought to be ashamed of yourself"
 "This is my woman I'll strike her if want to-"
 "Oh, will you?'
 The boarder sprang forward and caught the upraised arm, giving if no gentle wrench as he bore down upon it. That was enough for McWinter. With snarl Nike q wolf he closed in. Almost instantly his back met the floor with resounding thump.
 Don't, don't.' pleaded the wife. "It will only make matters worse You can't help me, Mir. Smith Please go.'
 'All right, Mrs. McWinter But haven't any use for a wife beater.'
 "You'll leave this house Saturday." said McWinter, picking himself up slowly. "Sat-e urday night, and then you and your truck for the sidewalk. Eve stood all I'm going to stand. Maybe you think I'm fool but I know what I know.' The beaten man sunk out of the house, cursing under his breath.
 He realized that he would never get any cuffs the latter was too strong for him; he'd get him where he wanted him some day. And that day wasn't going to be far off, either. He did not come home until mid as he yanked off his tie and collar He wasn't chemist for nothing: Smith would sec. McWinter was a madman, and nobody suspected this fact. The next morning he remained in bed with splitting headache.
 As Smith started out for his days work he caught up the child and swung her aloft She gurgled with happiness. Then Le kissed her and set her down.
 "Tm going to bring you that stick of candy tonisht'
 : HGaolS. sooazl Gan 1 .ss 4, MamMa,' "How long. How long!'
 Keep stiff upper lip Sally Wen straighten out this mudde in time It looks to me like McWinter isn't quite right in his upper story. If we could get him away from his whisky there might be chance. But he's an Indian when he's boozed up They say at the laboratory that they'd be glad to give him steady work if they could trust him.
 Sometimes I've been wicked enough to wish that he was dead!"
 "None of that kind of talk, little woman"
 "You've been so good to us!"
 "Who wouldn't be? Remember, now, mum's the word Keep him in good humor as much as you can and when the time comes we'll light out and let the fool shift for, him. self"
 McWinter crawled out of bed about 10 o'clock, ugly and taciturn. When his wife spoke to him he did not answer. She sighed and returned to her sewing machine. But for the child she knew that she must have given up the struggle long ago. She did not want any shadow to fall upon that pretty child hood Her own had been unhappy enough, and she was determined that the little one should not be disillusioned before her time
 Sometimes the machine stopped and the woman gazed into the blue arch of heaven To wish any one dead, no matter how cruel they might be, was a sin. Clickity- -clickity, clickity- -clickity!. sang the machine From another part of the house came the happy laughter of the child.
 McWinter left the house after drinking cup of strong coffee and stole along the road toward the woods, where he finally came "f'o" '" SN"NN' - ""s A"."Si peSutoSiy Sou- structed There were no windows and the door was abnormally thick. The man went inside and remained there for half an hour. When he came out he appeared to be in good humor. An alienist might have been dis turbed by the expression in the mans eyes. McWinter raised his fist toward town, shak- ing it and muttering.
 Spoon about my house, will you? Inter-