The courier-index., 1920-11-19
A Model Husband
By RALPH HAMILTON
\ ,eao western Newspaper Union.j }

the flrmness and common sense of the wife. Some women aim to De the boss They therefore reach for an empty distinction that brings nothing but name My theory has been tq be a guide, to watch the husband closely, to act with decision without the husband guessing it." | Thus to her caller, young Mrs. cora Ballin, bride of a year, whose mind was always open for suggestion and advice, Mrs. Bliss went into details: ''In the same way look to all my rights and quietly enforce them. l have trained my husband to perfec- ton. No husband wishes to allow his wife all the money she needs-not that they age stingy, but they fix tite certain amount for household eA penses they think the wife should have, and she drudges along all the rest. of her life on the same old nig- gardly basis. When I have found 1t tight squeezing have just helped my self"
 "What do you mean by helping yOuTSelI, MrS. DllSS9 uQuhcu WI" artlesSly.
 "Oh, well, the average husband Is careless of his money. He carries 1t in his pockets half the time, not knowing how much he has. You know nearly all the men folks who amount to anything belong to the town club"
 "Yes," nodded Cora.
 "It is costly. They have expensive suppers and special functions where they play cards and the like. while we poor women have to scrape and save to buy a bit of finery for call or party. Well, began to notice some time since that Robert would come from the club feeling unusually pleas ant, and found out by clever ques- tioning that he had been a winner"
 'Tsn't that gambling" inquired Cora breathlessly.
 "The men don't call it so. They term it lucky strike. Well, on one of these occasions I investigated Roberts pockets. There was a great roll of bills in his coat. helped myself to half of his winnings"
 Dear dear How innocent and in- experienced you are" merely laughed Mrs. Bliss. You'll learn in time, you'll learn."
 Cora did not fancy the prediction. nor did she like the suggestion of un- derhandedness. In two instances after that she heard younger wives than Mrs. Bliss discuss the same equivOcal method cold bloodedly, as if it were an inherent right for helpmeet to make all out of a husband she could.
 Now Cora had no knowledge what ever that her husband, Walter. en- gagged in anything more fragrant than a game of cards at the club to pass pleasant hour. but gradually her sem sibilIty as to the matter of a forced contribution of the husbands spare cash became less acute. One evening Walter brought home with him to din- ner a visitor to the club, a man of some business prestige and impor- tance. They removed their overcoats at the hall rack. A pleasant hour passed by and after the meal. passing through the hall. Cora observed Wal ter's gloves lying on the floor beneath the overcoats.
 She restored them to pocket, but as she did so her hand came in con- tact with a roll of bills. For over a week she had been contriving how to spare a little money for a new hat Temptation assailed her. Doubtless Walter carried in that loose manner the money represented by card earn ings at the club. She futtered and hesitated.
 "Tll take it." she determined, though uneasily. "Then if Walter makes any comment I will make playful jest of it."
 Cora pocketed the money, secretly, guiltily. The time came for the guest to depart. As Walter helped him on with his overcoat their visitor groped in pocket. He drew forth a pair of gloves.
 Not mine." he said, inspecting them.
 "Why, no. they are mine" spoke Walter. Flow did they ever come in your coat?"
 And, hellow commented the guest further. 'T had a little roll of money. Gonei Any dishonest servants around, Ballin%
 Cora's cheeks were burning. She discovered her double error. She made a move to search over the rug and arose with the missing money in the clasp of her trembling fingers.
 'Is this the moneyT' she asked as naturally as she could.
 "Why, yes" was the reply, after an inspection.
 The guest departed. Walter coming back into the hall found Cora hysteri- | cal and in tears.
 "Why, Cora, dear, whatever is the trouble?" he inquired solicitously.
 "Oh, Walter" she sobbed, clinging to him frightened and contrite. q have been willful, wicked creature !"