WHAT WE 'MAY SEE       \
The Safl Reduction of the Human Mali* to This Low Estate
[Laura Simmons In Human Life]
As the curtain descended upon the flrsb' act, she arose abruptly, and with ill-con-' cealed  impatience.
"Sorry, dear," she began, brusquely, "but I shall have to leave you for a few moments. It is absolutely imperative that I should see a woman outside." And without ¦waiting for remonstrance, or meeting the 'appealing-, reproachful gaze upturned to hers, she extracted her hat and cane and j departed.
A vague sense of hurt and disappointment crept over the young husband oŁ but a few short weeks. He looked about him. All over the theatre were men lonely as himself, fanning themselves with forced smiles, waiting patiently till their escort should te-turn. He remembered his dear - father's parting advice, and his soft eyes slowly filled.
After all, perhaps he alone had been to blame. It was the first evening in a fortnight she had spared him from, her club— fend he had concocted such a dear little supper to please her! But he had been late in dressing and had sent her back.at the last moment for his gloves.
Not until the very close did she reappear. Then, as she assisted him to the carriage a fresh misgiving smote him suddenly.   .
"Darling—" he began, falteringly. "Now, Herbert, don't be foolish! I hate a scene," she interrupted hastily. "I 'm due at this moment to speak at that campaign rally: so don't worry—that's a dear, sensible little husband—and don't sit up for me!" And with a hurried kiss she slammed the door, and he was left alone in the darkness.
As the carriage, rolled onward in th» darkness, he sank back despairingly. Hi3 lips o.uivered, and he broke into a passion of sobbing.
.   "I cannot bear it!" he moaned, "this m-jffw<»~..o_th}S neglect!    I will go home—I