The Widow [To Say Nothing of the Man]

OH well, I was only showing you the sugar bowl. Frontispiece
ILLUSTRATED BY ESTHER P. HILL
DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY 220 EAST 23d STREET, NEW YORK



WHAT would you say, asked the widow, tucking her skirts cautiously about her patent leather toes and leaning back luxuriously against the variegated pillows, if I should tell you that I have found the very girl who would make you a model wife?
The bachelor glanced up indifferently and dipped the paddle lazily into the water.
What model? he asked, suspiciously. Women are like automobiles, you know. There are so many models. And even after you have selected one most carefully you never can tell what it is going to do.
They are more like horses, declared the widow, if you know how to handle them, and are gentle and kind——