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HER LITTLE WAY

Sarventor settled back comfortably
in his chair and Lit the after-dinner
cigar to which he had limited himself
in Difference to his wife's fears that
he was injuring his health by Excess
sive smoking. Mrs. Sarventor smiled
sweetly at him over her workbasket.
"Oh!" he exclaimed suddenly.
"What do you think? wellington has
backed out of that little stag party at
Renford's. His wife wouldn't let him
go. Wouldn't that give you a nerv-
Gus chill? Adeline, If I had a wife
like that I'd be tempted to take g
club to her. l don't suppose he dares
open up his mouth around the house
without raising his hand to ask per-
mission. He says he's got another en-
gagement, but, Of course, that's all
humbug. 1 bet Tom Hinckly SIS that
he'd find some excuse to crawl out"
81 don't like you to bet, DEAR" said
Mrs. Sarventor, gently.
q" know" returned Sarventor,
slightly confused. "But-er-wen,
anyway, he didn't take me up"
"Do you mean that Mr.. Hinckly isn't
going to pay you the money you won?"
"Of course not. He didn't bet"
swell, 1 think he ought to pay, any
way, if you bet him. But I'm glad
you had the SIS you could afford to
lose, because it's just the amount I
want. Hand it over, Edward, please"
S~arventor ruefully extracted a s.
bill from his pocketbook and threw
it into the workbasket with the re-
mark that that just left him carfare.
GLOW would you like to have 1t said
that your husband stood in terror OF
you, little woman?" he asked jocularly.
81 wouldn't like it at ALL" replied
Mrs. Sarventor, promptly. II believe
in a man doing what he pleases as
long as he doesn't misconduct himself.
I'm not an advanced woman like Mrs.
wellington, you know"
mo, you're not, by George!" said
her husband, admiringly.
Besides, I know you wouldn't
stand dictation," laughed the lady.
"Wel, I guess not" said Sarventor.
"What kind of a party is this, Ed
ward?" asked Mrs. Sarventor pres
emily, as she threaded a needle.
"Oh, just men, you know"
"Are they nice?
ut depends on what you call nice.
It isn't like a pink tea"
IT suppose you will all smoke like
chimneys and play cards. Well, OF
course, you will go if you want to-"
"Why, certainly"
"You needn't be cross about 1t, Ed
ward. I'm not cross"
II don't see any reason why you
should be-"
II might not like 1t, though. I
wouldn't wonder a bit If they played
cards for money-and that's gam
bling"
"Why, Adellne! Suppose it was a
penny ante enough just to give an
interest to the gamer
"The principle is the same. But OF
course my narrow views needn't stand
in the way Of your having a good
time"
ooh, thunder!"
snow, you are losing your temper.
Well, we won't say anything more
about it. You've made up your mind
that you'll go whether I like it or not
or whether it's right or wrong. I
wouldn't say q word for the world to
displease you. You know l wouldn't,
Edward. 1 don't like to have you
cross"
"But my DEAR"
"No, we won't say anything more
about it. And then you'll be tempted
to smoke more than Is good for you.
I know you won't break your promise
to me, but"
"What promise?"
"About smoking more than one
cigar in an evening"
Nonsense! You aren't talking rea-
sonably, my dear. You just don't want
me to CO."
mo, I want you to 60. If you pre-
fer the society of a set Of horrid card
playing men to your wife's I ought
not to complain. l ought to be
g-g-glad."
"Why, Adeline, my DEAR"
"No, I'm not. You know I'm not.
You d%ud-dud-don't love me-"
"Of course, l do. You know per
fectly we'll I do"
Mrs. Sarventor put aside her hus-
bands caressing hand and dried her
eyes. Then she said: "This is very
foolish of me, Edward. l ought to be
ashamed of myself, and l am, too. Of
course, you must 90. dear. You know,
I would never oppose you in anything.
We've been married yer a year how
and, of course, l ought not to expect
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