The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1925-05-07

home and with little sigh
threw off her furs.
Just then the telephone rang and
she stepped over to answer it.
Hello. Is that you Mabel?"
yes" she replied, disinterestedly.
II just got in. This Hal?"
Eyes. Called up to let you know I
won't be home for supper till 6 and
am bringing Tom Symonds with
me-"
This sent her into a panic. ri.
/. Home for supper at 6? And Tom
Symonds? It's quarter past now,
and haven't thing in the house. I
had a late lunch downtown and
thought you would eat out, tool"
Well" he snapped, isn't it about
time you began cooking dinners at
home and making things pleasant
for someoneY'
Very well, little tiger! But if
you're not satisfied, you can swallow
your rage and take your friend to
the club for ,dinner!" was her
equally swift retort.
We'll see about this!" And he
banged the receiver down with
force that nearly. deafened her
OF course, she had no doubt that he
would follow her advice and take his
meal in town with his friend. Such
"a thing as retaliation, when it in
volved fine, docile man like her
husband, had never entered her head.
Therefore she set about making
herself comfortable with the. aid of
her bed slippers, luxurious mohair
sofa, the latest best seller and a box
of chocolates.
AS she looked back, the thought
occurred that, after all, this great
love of theirs had been only an
ephemeral thing, and yet wasn't it
only natural for young newlyweds to
have frequently slight tits?
But she changed her mind most
decidedly that evening when Hal
walked in, bringing Tom Symonds
to dinner. Without warning, she
found herself in a predicament from
which she felt she could never ex-
'tricate herself The modification of
it! The actual shame!
That revelation in Halls character
made its impress, and for days she
was not herself. Then, the crucial
moment came, in which she could
feel the beats of her heart over
power her. She met Tom Symonds
in downtown apartment store. She
made a brave effort to avoid him,
but realized that he, having already
detected her presence, would in all
probability communicate her embar-
rassment to Hal, in which event she
might truly become an object for
mirth or derision. What could sh
do? Well, come what may, she wou
not play the gutter.
she greeted him, and at his friendly
comment upon, the weather, could
not refrain from Offering her hand.
Hal seems awfully glum lately"
he remarked, with Il dexterous
change of subject. isn't the same,
somehow"
She blushed violently at this, and
was conscious that his eyes were
Upon her. She was in nice straits
now.
"Oh, Mr.. Symonds," she broke out
in her confusion, "what-oh, be-
lieve you know how it has hap
pened!
She didn't quite understand her
reason for becoming thus conhden-
tial, but felt her scattered wits re-
turning, as Mr.. Symonds said slow
ly: ta
tits very easy to forget but the
way to a mans heart, Mrs. Bayne,
is through his stomach. It's the
simplest route in the world. Not a
bit complicated
But" she murmpred family, not
yet wishing to acknowledge her de-
feat. "Hal always told me he was
not glutton."
All who eat are not gluttons. Mrs.
Bayne. But it's obvious that they
must eat, isn't it?"
Eyes" she admitted. Then, I'm
I'm SO sorry, Mr.. Symonds. And
you'll forgive me that awful position
/ put you in when Hal brought you
home to dinner?"
Most certainly It was really
nothing" he assured cheerfully. life
ing his hat. Il must be hurrylns
home to dinner now, Mrs. Bayne. My
little wife's broiled chicken will get
cold waiting for me-"
He was gone. A ray of light
dawned on her, Tom Symonds had
urged her husband to do what hehad
done, and instead of feeling embit-
tered, she lifted up her head and
walked happily from the store.