The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-12-19
-W DAWSON

I'm aware of that. Unfortu
 nately, so is Oak" But all her mistakes have beer
 prompted by her excessive lovt for you"
 Which makes them doubly an moving, Guardie. Delicacy pre-. vents me from correcting them
 MT Dawn rose and straddlec the fireplace
 Now, you're talking. Delicacy is the curse of married life. We modern husbands are maudlin sen timentalists; we spare the rod and spoil the wife. A good beating administered prayerfully, sets the blood circulating. It helps a wo- man to see herself in relation to the universe. Tones up her sys- tenn. I often wish I'd been suf- ficiently noble to beat mine"
 He tapped Gives knee.
 "A little hair pulling would re- store the balance. You and Santa are suffering from repressions. She probably requires estimating-finds your politeness nauseating. Your retort is obvious: Physician heal myself. It's too late for me to start. Besides. your mother-in- Jaw bruises readily"
 What rot you talk, guardia! I came for advice. I haven't the least idea how Santa bruises, but I do know that if I were rough with her. you'd be the last person to stand for it."
 I'd stand for anything that was good for my child. Since you're not partial to my first remedy, adopt my second; laugh her out of her stiffness"
 You think I am taking her too scriously?"
 Heavens, yes. They took each other too seriously could be writ ten across half the divorces. One has to -4have cared tremendously for a woman to have parted from her"
 Give stirred.
 The same applies to a girl who divorces man, reckon"
 Their eyes met, and glanced aside Both made as if to speak. At last the older man faced the issue.
 You're thinking of Dak. He had an undoubted fascination for San- ta. To you she's probably pre- tended that he hadn't. Steer clear of him. On no pretext whatsoever allow yourself to become involved with him."
 Give lurched to his feet.
 T wonder where she is at pres ent?"
 Wondering the same about you. I'll bet dollars to doughnuts she's sitting at home scared stiff that you've deserted her"
 I'll put your mind at rest, 2 Give reached for the telephone.
 His father in law intercepted him.
 Be an artist A telephone spells the drama of reconciliation"
 At the door her added cynically, Tit also gives wife time to think up new monkey-shines"
 One comfort Give had derived from his interview with his father in-law-he had been assured that his lot was average. On his we'd ding morning he had promised himself that it should be sublime. He was climbing down from those dizzy attitudes where he had be- lieved that character could be re- born by union with another mor- tal.
 Santa had never shared these hopes. It might be that in his anxiety to see her as more perfect than was possible, he had spurred her to give too hectic proofs of affection. To that extent he was blame-worthy.
 Arrived before the dark pile in which he dwelt, he raised his eyes and noticed that the windows of his apartment were illuminated. A sign. The hour was ap- eleven. Santa must have returned ahead of him. As he the threshold, she. would throw her arms around him, com oletely contrite. A wife in mill ion had been her fathers verdict.
 But she wasn't lowering in the 1all when he entered. AS he re- moved his coat and hat he coughed unnecessarily to apprise her.
 That you" she called in a voice hat held no hint of tragedy.
 Took run over to see your father" he called back.
 Thoughtful of you. But you're always thoughtful"
 Compliments when he had ex- oscted tears! Women were incal-