Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1918-11-11
The Wife.
Brian, Tempted, Spends the Evening
WITH MOIlic King.
BY JANE PHELPS

WIN h'lllC ming.
CHATTER Ian.
LlfG !s habit. NOlulHs more or leSa
Bran Hachett mad formed the hA"it
ot considering himself Of paramount
importance. His pleasure, Als com
IpIt. Hls Entertainment SO that
when he vowed to behave himself
ana clt d, home, ne felt as II no wero
a martyr Ike those OF Old. That
there waa no one to appreciate h!a
sacrifice, 10 tell him how good he
VAS, took al the zest from the aC-
ton.
lie wanted to be patte1 on the.
back, not tigurItiyely, but literary
lie wanted 10 hear tho well done
ne felt he deserved. 50, although ne
went homo to the delicious dinner
EItn had ordered and Itacho. pTS-
pared for HIM, It was ashes in hIs
mouth. After he hLd finished. 10
smoked "A cigar That too did not
taste right. Perhaps because KUN
had not lighted ~ for him.
Then he tried to read.
Trash" ne mutterod, az he
turned the leaves OF ate magn-
zinc. How people expect a feHyW
to spend MS time reading such stIii,
can't imagine"
| Finally he decided he would take
I q walk. That his steps led TO the
drive, and that l Washington square
/ bus happened tnat moment 10 pass
him, was simply cOiucident.
IL would Kill the time to ride down
and back. or couI ~ he would not get
off the bus 1t Was a beautiful night
and It would be hard 10 secure
seat.
/ SOmeway the cigar tasted all right
now. and he puffed away Contenled-
4 Is. " hen the bus stopped 1T the ehd
OF tho route, without any conscious
B object in view, almost without vOA-
1 ton, he got down with the rest OF
the people.
81 wonder II Mol.ie Is at home ?"
he said to himself, looking in the
| direction OF her studio. OF course,
had he intended TO see her, no would
| have called from the house ami
found out II she were at home. But
now that he was 50 near II would DO
Il pity not to run in and see her Tor
| just a few minutes.
Hello, Brian" Mollie herself
opened the door. "MlsSIO away
again" she asked with copicaI
/, look and accent
yes, whcnt this afternoon. Up
state somewhere Why"
"Oh. when the cats away tho
mouse wall play. And iook up an
other mouse 10 play with him.
Don't fool yourself Bran re-
piled smiling at her nonsense.
/ only came out for ride. | am going
right back. But thought II you were
! in, you might feel hurt II were 50
near and didn't come in"
you are pleased to be facetious
tonight
~ follow in your lead, fair lady
So they Chaffcd and laughed with
and at, each other, Brian enjoying
himself hugely. once or twice dur
ing the long, short to him. hours he
spent in the studio, he thought re-
grctfully Of Ruth. she was a Suou
! girl and he was hardly fair Espc-
! cially when he kissed MolIe. But
who could help 1t? She looked 50
provokinEly pretty with her Dig
/ checked apron on, washing up tho
| dishes she had made in preparing
WEIGH rarebit for him.
! lie somehow wished Ruth would
wear a checked apron and cook
things for him at midnight II would
be terribly jolly. Then he straight
way forgot that Ruth existed, while
Mollie entertained him with the gos-
sin of the village and her own plans
for the coming fall and winter.
1t was after ! o'clock when he rose
70 go.
/ tion left II you stay so late she had
said TO him. but 1t Is good to have
YOU"
/ And It is good to come"
Brian really meant it. Mollie had
given him Just the adula;ion for
which his soul hungercd. When he
, described his lonely dinner with only
old Rachel in the house she con-
doncd with him as II he had no din
ner at all instead Of delicious one
I When he told OF the linely nome 10
which he was doomed 10 go, she
| petted him and told him II was u
shame that domestic man should
have married a woman who cared
nothing for n home.
So that when Brian again mount
nd the bua he was in a lcIt!s!C mood.
Tho time had flown, he had been on
fpriained, fused over, praised ana
consoled. What more could man ask
Arrived at home, he found kuth'5
1 telegram.
~ il wasn't 81 late I'd send her
an ansWc err he yawnud s,eepiiy IL.
do II in the morning, then went Ia
bed To dream of Mouie in checked
apron making rarehits which caNort-
ed all over the table, ANA which h"
vainly tried 70 catch. While, in no.
tel, Ruth tossed and tumbied. s'cer-
less, wondering il he had received
her wire and II he had spent The
evening at home, or with Mo!le
King.
4 ~
II-nconscious That THey Are Watched.
/