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Show 8HE MADE HER CHOICE. Mrs. Wlnkteton Regretted the Stern Necessity, but "Chooso botwoon us!" Wlnkloton folded up his evening nowspapor and savagoly throw It on tho floor. "Yes, madam," ho continued, "I toll you onco for ail thnt you can't havo both of us. The last ttmo that dress maker was In the houso for a week I vowed that I novcr would stand It again, and I won't. As for bolng under tho sumo roof with two half-crazy and absorbed women, nnd requiring n rako overy morning to get tho odd plecos of cloth out of my clothes; to hear tho rattlo and whir of that confoundod sowing machlno, and to sit at my meals and listen to a lot of cut bias, rufllcd nnd flounced, and pleated talk I'vo had alt I'm over going to havo. If I'm to bo turned out of my own houso, all right; but you can't havo both of us, I lenvo tho day she comos. You'll havo to mako your decision quick. Come, madam, which shall It bo, tho dressmaker or mo?" Mrs. Wlnkloton looked at her husband hus-band with a hopeless, hnlf-dcspalrlng look, In which were discernible somo traces of Indignation and a sonso of Injustice. "If you must go, dear," sho said, softly, soft-ly, "why, I havo nothing moro to say!" |