Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-01-04

"Iasnt man got right to correc'
his own offspring, ia like to know"
,1f she gets in your way you box hei
.srs II she does not come Instantly
,vhen Won cali her you use the WHIP
Can you blame the child for not io'i's
For herself she did not care. She had
| no Illusions lefti but wnere ner oiiiiu y
was concerned she was something OF
lloness She did not want the fairy taie
beliefs knocked out of the little ones
head before her time.
dstop snIvellng The mans coming.
| Itd be lust like you to play the beaten
| wife when he comes IN. Perhaps II
wouldn't be n bad idea to give YOU q
whach once in while. Then MAYBE
you'd have something to snivel about,
The man who was the innocent cause
| OF this conjuBal arraignment came In,
| his laboring mans lunch basket under
/ his arm His expression was that OF
| man who had done his work that day
| faithfully and welcomed the coming OF
evening. He nodded pleasantly He saw
the red eyes Of the woman, squared his
shoulders for moment and passed on
"Humphi notice that you don't snivel
while he's looking at you"
How can you talk to me like thatf"
I'll talk to you as pleased"
you are always in the house. You are
watching every move I make, as IL l
wasn't a good woman. When married
you loved you. You were an analytical
chemist who every one said would make
a mark, In the world. But drink has
thrown you on the reefs. And some
times hate your
He caught her by the shoulder and
swung her out of the chair and raised his
arm.
Here, here, Mowlnterr' cried voice
80 hat NrylNt a
am in the house. You ought to be
ashamed of yourselfi"
"This is my woman. I'll strike her II
want to-
"oh, will your"
The boarder sprang forward and caught
the upraised arm, giving 1t no gentle
wrench as he bore down upon It, That
was enough for McWinter. With snarl
like n wolf, he closed in. Almost in
stantly his back met the floor with
resoundng thump.
Don't, don'ti" pleaded the wife TT
will only make matters worse. You can't
help me, Mr.. Smith. Please gov
"All right, Mrs. McWinter. hut I
haven't any use for wife beater."
you'll leave this house Saturday" said
Mcwinter, picking himself UP slowly.
Saturday night and then you and your
trunk for the sidewalk. I've stood all
I'm going to stand. Maybe you think
I'm fool, but I know what 1 know"
Tho beaten man skunk out of the house,
cursing under his breath.
He realized that he would never get
any satisfaction out of Smith in a game
of fisticuffs. 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 midnight. He grinned
drunkenly in the mirror as he yanked
off his tie and collar. He wasn't
chemist for nothing Smith would see.
McWinter was a madman, and nobody
suspected this fact.
The next morning he remained in bed
with a splitting headache.
AS Smith started out for his days
work he caught up the child and swung
her aloft. She gurgled with happiness
Then he kissed her and sat her down.
I'm going to bring out that stick of
candy tonight"
"Goody, goody! Can eat it, mamma?"
Yes, dear" To the man she said:
How long! How longp
Keep a stiff upper lip, Sally Wen
straighten out this muddle in time. 1t
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 a chance. But he's an Indian
when he's boozed up. They say at the
laboratory that they'd be glad to give