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d do this and that, called hurroo to the boys, and sauntered out of

est of them being that the food of a wife and family depended on his sticking

cide through sheer disgust. Getting the "sack" is an experience which wearies after the first time. Giving the sack is a felicity granted only to a few people. To go home to one's wife with the information that you ha

a short time married when she gave her husband to understand that there was to be only one head of that household, and that would not be he. He fought fiercely for a position on the execu

her. She believed and asserted that a man had to be managed, and she had

-day and he will be shaking h

is head and h

e were never found

inger than there is in the congregate

. Where there's three there's a drinking

or of the breed of Finn and strong enough to scare a pugilist. When she was angry her family got over the garden wall, her

earable by gusts of solitary blasphemy. When a man curses openly he is healthy enough, but when he

the fray with his late employer, but with the first tr

clean until one's food could be eaten off the floor. She was a big comely woman, but at the moment she did not look dainty. A long wisp of red hair came looping down on her shoulders.

this unaccustomed hour she was a little taken aback,

of the day, and the place upset the way it is? Don't wa

asn't on the floor it wouldn't be tripping folk up. A nice thing it is that a man can't co

if the place was dirty, I'll say that much for you, for what one is reared to one likes, and what is natural is pleasant. But

looking at the soapy wat

ot stand there framed in the doorwa

a raft," said he, "or, if the children are kept

rded him with

e Lord knows where, with the Lord knows who, you'd know that the children were away in school at this hour. Nice indeed the p

nd, as he sat, the last remnants of his courag

him-she drooped a specu

t brought you home

It is like the morning bath-don't ruminate, jump in, for the longer you wai

is attitude. He lugged out his week's w

got th

, pushed his fists deep into h

and with great care, and she s

lost your employment?"

d old Whiskers that he could go and boil his job a

your situati

truth of it, ma'

ing me what you did

to be at the beck and call of every dog and devil that has a bit mo

s. It's the pity of the world that he can't be a man always: and, indeed, it's the hard thing for a woman

So the too capable woman will always have a baby to nurse, and that baby will be her husband. If she buttress her womanhood too much she saps his manhood. Let her love all she can and never stint that blessing, but a woman cannot often be obeyed and loved at the same time. A man cannot obey a woman constantly and retain his self-respect: the muscles of his arms reproach him if he does, and the man with his self-respect gone is a man with a grudge, he will learn to hate the agent who brought him low. A day may come when he will rise and beat her in self-defence, with his fists if he is sufficiently brutali

ars were dinned with their hungry lamentation) that took the fibre out of her arms, and left her without any fight. She could only sit and look with wretched eyes o

he could not stand her tears: he ran to

f it's only wheeling a handcart, or selling cockles in public-houses. Wisha, dry your eyes-they're as pretty as they ever were," said he, trying to look at them, while his wife, with a strange shyness, would

come in to-night I'll have a job if I have

e floor, and when at the door he turned again and came back to kiss his wife, a form o

at had scolded so much. Having finished her work she spent nearly an hour at the looking-glass doing up her hair (grand hair it was, too) with her ears listening for a fo

a kiss was still on her lips. Something in the back of h

eymoon was pleasan