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Show Her Husband's Revenge. He was determined.. It was a desperate des-perate step, but his mind was made up. "I phall stay at home today and attend at-tend to the household affairs." he said. Naturally she was startled. "What ehall I do?" she asked. "You may go to my office," he replied, "and hold down my desk for a day. You have told me so much about my own business at various tlms that there can be no doubt as to your ability to do it." "But you what do. you know about household mallei's?" sh'tf persisted. "Everything." he replied promptly. ."You don't think that I know anything about them, while you have all the details de-tails of my business -at your tongue's end. but I want to convince you that the reverse is true. You go to the office, open my desk and go to work. If you are In doubt about anything one of the clerks will explain It to you, but. of course, you won't need any help." She felt that he was sarcastic, but she was convinced that she could do his work better than he could do her?, anyway. any-way. So she started. He laughed softly to himself after she had gone and then went to the window and looked anxiously up and down the street. "It seems hardly possible that I can fail now." he said to himself. "Some time during the day the chance surely will come to me." Then he rang for the cook and told her to order whatever she wished for lunch nnd dinner and not to bother him with any questions about It. "But If a peddler of any description calls," he added, "be tuire to let me know. I want to see him." Then he settled hlmyelf by a window with a morning paper and waited, ever and anon anxiously glancing out of the window. He grew nervous as the day wore on. but shortly after lunch the glad summons came. The cook Informed him that there was a peddler at the back door. , , , , "What kind of a peddler?" he asked. "One of the kind that wants to trade all sorts of things for old clothes, but will pay cash for them If he has to, was the reply. "Bring him In." They were clowted together for nearly an hour, after which the "peddler went away with a large bundle, while the man remained and chuckled and laughed until It seemed ns if ho had gone crazy "Rcveuge at last!" he cried aloud. "The tables are turned and now she will know how It seems herself." For he had traded off' two of her old gowns for two jars of Jam and a potato parcr, even as she had been In the habit of trading off anything in the line of masculine apparel that he neglected to wear for a week. New York Press. |