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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 22, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 18',
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THE HOUSE OF SMILES
I By George Elmer Cobb.
v John Dunbar made love to Mary
jVoods with all the fervor of an old
romance. He wooed her. They were
married and livecTunhappily for the
rest of their lives. Or nearly so.
! "I can't understand it," said honest
John at the end of a very miserable
day. It was the twenty-fifth anni
versary of their wedding.
"And nobody else can," added his
rother-in-law, Ephraim. "Do you
"The House Has Been Burglarized."
Lknow, the didoes, antics and whims
.of that woman sister though she is,
J. will say it have grown on us un
consciously, we have meekly submit
ted and she has deevloped into a
regular tyrant and pretty nigh a
John Dunbar sighed- in pure help
lessness and desperation of spirit.
Looking back over the long, dreary
vista marking the gradual transition
of his wife from a bonny but some
what self-willed bride into a crochety
obdurate tyro, he marveled at his pa
tience and deplored the ruinous influ
ence upon the five children born to
"She's a depresser and no mis
take!" commented Ephraim. "It's
her way or no way in everything, and
hers is generally the wrong way. I
pity you, John, indeed I do, from the
very bottom of my heart!"
"Maybe she'll change," suggested
John hopefully. "She's been a busy,
bustling, worrying woman, but a
wonderfully fine housewife. I don't
mind giving up to her. It's her sharp,
snappy or gloomy ways that bother
me. She throws a cloud over every
thing cheerful. The children simply
tolerate the home. Some day there'll
be a break and I dread the cheerless
life Mary will lead when the home
circle begins to smash up."
"I say, John, you look gray and
tired and worn out," observed Eph
raim. "You need a little change.
Why don't you go up to the city and
take a day or two off? See the folks,
have some recreation. You'll be the
stronger for a new battle with life."
The suggestion led to action. John
Dunbar broke the routine of a quar
ter of a century. He went to the
theater. If Mary had known of that
fearful sin she would probably have
John had never seen a play before.
It was chance or destiny, surely
providence, that he was fated to wit
ness a wonderful home drama that
ran only for that nighi. Perhaps the
inexperienced John was the only one
who saw the real merits of the piece
and took its rare lesson to heart. It
was homely, simple, pure and clean.
Its main character was a modern
Heraclites who laughed his way into
the play, all the way through it and
faded out of it leaving a smile on the
faces and m the heaits or those of