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Show Observant W oman Saw Tragedy in Wife's Eyes I ness of temper, an Irritability (it . home tliat matched In extent tho Jolllness and good-fellowship he showed to the world. "Eyes of wives"' I . Bell Syndicate. WXU Servk. "Charming man!" said the daughter. daugh-ter. "But I might have known he'd be married ; they always are when they're real 1'un 1" "Real fun?'' mused her mother "I wonder. By the way did you notice no-tice his wife's eyes? It may seem funny to you, but I've found a pretty good way to judge a man is by his wife's eyes." His wile's eyes had a look of tiredness tired-ness that was strange for one lhing, as she did in the hip of luxury. Her husband it seemed, gave her everything. every-thing. AVali but one child, a son of fourteen, she had no work, no worry, no trouble as far as anyone could see. She was handsome, too "must have been a beautiful woman," is the way people rut it. Yet her eyes had that look. It was cot precisely tiredness; there was in It something of sadness, something some-thing a bit haunted, something of fear. But that was not for all wdio run to read. It was only the observing ob-serving eye of my friend's mother that found it then It was easy enough for us all to be wise and see it too. By most of the casual she would have been accepted as the once beautiful, somewhat faded, indulged in-dulged wife of a brilliant and delightful de-lightful man a jolly fellow, mind you, who would have spelled good luck for any woman. It turned out that that was a good hunch though, looking at his wife's eyes. For who should come along but some one who had known them for years. And it turned out that it was not for nothing this woman was prematurely faded. Her eyes were tired from trying to look bright and happy when she was disillusioned and heartsick. That haunted look was doubtless remembrance of a long cherished ideal and hope of happiness. happi-ness. The fearful look concern that the world would learn of the struggle of her tired pride. Money ? Yes, she had every comfort, that Is, they lived in fine style. But she had no independence of purse, no money In her pocket Faithfulness ? As far as had come to her knowdedge. But she had the humiliation of the petty flirtations of a conceited man. lie loved to be a good fellow with the girls, and his wife was always kept conscious of the fact that she was neither so young nor so good looking as she used to be. But wdiat contributed con-tributed most, doubtless, to the curtained cur-tained misery in these eyes was the difficulty of pleasing him a surli- |