The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1917-09-12
Howthe Marburys Came
to Change Their
Residence
By ESTHER VANDEVEER.


This story is by Il crusty old bachelor
who knows nothing of married life.
He says he is tired of hearing women
say that the best way to manage
man is to feed him WE'LL
Mrs. Marbury had married for love
and when coming to middle age still
loved her husband, But it is an I'M
disputed fact that persons who are
closely allied become careless Of what
they say to each other and give way
to fretfulness at slight prOvocatiOns,
while with others they put a guard OH
their tongues. Frank Marbury was a
man not to be easily rutiied and real
| lied that lie had nervous WIFE, So
when she lost her self control he re-
tanned his own and soothed her as
! best he could.
But persons who are unreStra1ned
and do not restrain themselves usually
grow worse instead Of better. Mrs.
Marbury was continually getting upset
over some tritle and at such times
would berate her husband unmerci-
] fully, complaining that Of all men he
| was the hardest for woman to live
with. Finally one day during one Of
| her explosions she told him that she
could endure him no longer Marbury
concluded that she must be curbed
and took his own way of curbing her.
The day after the outburst he came
home and told her that he intended
to set up housekeeping on his own
account. He had rented furnished
house and would move In at once. Mrs.
Marbury looked at him, surprised, but
made no objection.
"Will you keep servant?" she asked.
II don't know. l shall leave the
management to my housekeeper."
"WhO will be your housekeeper"
II have not engaged one yet. shall
begin by cooking some Of my meals
myself at home; for others shall 60
out to restaurants"
Marbury had fancy for cooking
and had often supplied the place Of 4
cook at home when one was not to be
hired. Servants were becoming scarcer
every day, and he was becoming more
valuable on that account. Mrs. Mar
bury did not have the knack Of cook
cry. She had tried to learn the art.
but was not made that way. The fact
that she was to lose n cook as we'll as
husband angered her. She flounced
out Of the room without word.
Marbury kept his word. He remOv-
ed what he most needed to his new res
idence, removing himself there at the
same time. Mrs. Marbury made no ef-
fort to bring about a reconciliation.
When her husband was about to leave
he called up from the lower hall,
"Goodby, dear" But, though she heard
him distinctly and found it difficult to
refrain from going down, throwing her
arms about him and retaining him, she
gave him no reply.
One Of the first things Mrs. Marbury
did when she found herself alone was
to hunt for a servant who could cook.
She finally found n woman to whom
she agreed to pay three times as much
as she had paid cook when she was
a bride. but the first dinner that came
on to the table afforded quite enough
Of her helps handicraft, and the wo-
man was discharged.
Mrs. Marbury hired three cooks
within fortnight at fabulous prices
and sent them all away. She dined at
restaurants and tried occasionally at
getting meal herself. She loathed
restaurant cooking, and sitting down
alone to a meal she had spoiled was
intOlerable. Under the stress her stom-
ach was giving out, and her condition
was pitiable.
One morning the pOstman delivered q
note to her bearing her husbands well
known chirosraphy on the envelope.
She was delighted. Hes given in,'
she cried, tearing the note in her haste
to open it. 1t read:
Mr.. Francis Marbury requests the pres.
ence of Mrs. Marion Marbury to dinner
this evening. No r. S. V. p. needed. The
dinner will be served promptly at o'clock.
Mrs. Marbury was puzzled. What
did it mean? OF one thing she was
sure-she would get an excellent din.
ner. But that was the only thing Of
which she was sure.
At two minutes Of Z Mrs. Marbury
drove up in taxicab to her husbands
residence. She tried the front door,
and, finding it unlocked, she walked In.
A savory odor pervaded the premises.
Passing to the rear, she entered the
kitchen. Mr. Marbury, in a white lin.
en- jacket and spider In his hand,
turned from the range
"Aha, my dearw he said cheerily.
II thought you might like one Of my
dinners. I've quite delicate MENU
little neck clans, mock turtle soup,
bird, sweetbreads"-
Stop" cried Mrs. Marbury. I'm
starving, and you make me thousand
times more ravenOus"' -
go and lay aside your traps while
I dish up"
Mrs. Marbury flung aside her ''traps"
and played scullion till the dinner was
served, then sat down with her hus
band and enjoyed the first good meal
she had eaten since her husband had