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Show ABOUT TYRANT MAN ONE REBELS AT CRITICISM MADE BY CLUBWOMAN. Husband and Wife's Argument on Sacrifice Finally Ends In a Standoff Stand-off Mrs. Gllllpen Responsible Respon-sible for the Controversy. "I supposo that tyrant men got his good and plenty?" ventured tho club-womnu's club-womnu's husband, as his spouso drow off her long gloves and removed her hat. "I wish you wouldn't tnlk slang, my dear," said bis wlfo. "You know perfectly well that It always offends me, yet you persist In doing it. Mrs. Gllllpen made n very eloquent address. ad-dress. I presume that Is what you aro asking about. Yon always sneer at everything sho says, I know." "I beg jour pardon, my dear. I wouldn't sneer at her for worlds. But she docs may 1 say 'hammer' us? Well, she hits us rather hard, doesn't she?" "Don't ou think sho is Justified in hitting you?" "Why?" "Do you think wo ought to submit meekly to be trampled on and never Btrlko n blow in our own defense? Do you think a woman ought to bo satisfied satis-fied to bo a slavo and a puppet and not mako tho slightest effort' to burst tho trammels that your sex has been winding about her from tho beginning of tlmo?" "Did she say that?" "You know it's true, whoever said it. A woman's llfo is ono perpetudl sacrlflco to tho wishes or caprices of tho man she marries." "That's not so bad," Bald tho man. "Is your llfo a sacrlflco to mo?" "You know I wouldn't like to hurt your feelings, my dear." "Well, Is It?" "I think every woman's Is." "How about a man's life being a perpetual sacrifice to tho whims and wishes of tho woman he marries?" "Is yours?" "Every man's is." "I llko that," said the clubwoman. "Will you tell me a slnglo Instance of your sacrlflco?" "Well, look at mo now, sitting hero with my feet on the rug." "I think by, the look of them that you might have wiped them a little moro carefully when you came In." "I did wipe them," said the man. "I don't see what Is tho use of brooms and carpet sweepers if a llttlo dirt isn't going to bo brought Into tho house onco In a while. But the point 1 was trying to make is that soverat times since I havo been sitting hero I have felt a Btrong Inclination to put my feet on the table." "James!" "Oh, I know, I know you object to It. That's the only reason I'm not putting them where thoy would feel comfortable. I sacrlflco my comfort to your wishes. I consider your prejudices." preju-dices." "You call that a prejudice, do you?" "I don't know what else you would call It. After a while, If wo go to hat fool concert. I suppose I shall havo to put on a diess suit anil n collar that chokes me. 1 can't do nnythlng that I really want to do half tho time. Isn't all that sacrlflco?" "You didn't seem to object to wenr-Ing wenr-Ing a dress suit or going to concerts with mo before wo were married," said his wife. "And I nm suro I never saw you put your feet on tho table. If I had I'm quito Biiro I novcr would have married yon." "I know," nld tho man, "That's why I sacitflced myself to your whims." "You weren't obliged to. If It was such n sacrifice you needn't havo'mnr-rlcd havo'mnr-rlcd mo." "Well," said the man, "I guess you weren't clubbed and dragged to tho altar and neither was Mrs. Gllllpen, If I know her husband. I guess If you como right down to It, it's about a stand-off." Chicago Daily News. |
