Mr. Burdette insista that lie overheard a woman lecturing her husband as folloms on board a train : "Now l'll tcll you wliy I wouklnt go into the restaurant and have a cup of cortee witli you while we were waiting tor the train. I didn't like the way yon asked me. Keei rju í;tI have the Hoor. Not half au hour before you said to Mr. Puffer, 'Conle, let's get a cigar,' and away yon went, holding his arm and not giving him a chance to decline. When we met John O'Howdy on onr vy to luncheon, you said: 'Just in time, John; come tske lunch witli ti.' And then to-nilit, when we fomid the train mi hour Inte, you looked at your wutch, turned to me and said In a questioning way: 'Wonld yonlikeacnp of coffet?' And I did want it; I was tired and a little huogry, but I vvould lia ve fainted beforel would have accepted sneh an invitntion. And yon went away a little bit vexed with van and had your coffee and bread and butter by VÜuríelí and didn't enjoy t very much. In effect you siiid to me: 'If you want it, I will buy íl for you.' You are the best husbaiid in the world, but do as nearly all the best husbandsdo. Why do you stem to dolé tliings out to your wivcs wlien you fairly throw them to the men you know? Why dou't you invite me heartily ns you invite men! Why don't yon say, 'Come, let's get n little coQVc and soinetliing,' and take me riglit along with you? You wouldn't say to a man, 'VVoiild vou Hke me to go aud buy you a cigar?' Then why do you alwaya issue your little invitutions to treats In that way to me? Indeed, Indeed, my dear butband, if men wonld only act toward Ibeir wives as heartily, cordhilly, frankly as they do towards the men whom they meet, they would find cheericr compaiiions at home than they could at the club."