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This page contains a **handkerchief advertisement** (left column) and the continuation of a **serialized short story** (right column) titled "Tom Mason" (byline visible at bottom). The story depicts a marital confrontation between Mr. and Mrs. Cromwell. Mrs. Cromwell has mortgaged property her husband had placed in her name without his permission. When confronted, she argues she had every right to do so—that the property became legitimately hers. She then pivots to a broader critique: her husband married her expecting a "wife" (implying romantic partnership and respect) but actually wanted a "housekeeper" (service and obedience). She suggests he failed to establish a "bargain" before marriage clarifying their respective roles and rights. **The satire targets** early-20th-century marriage law and gender dynamics. Women had limited legal control of property; husbands typically managed assets. The story appears to champion a wife's assertion of financial autonomy and equal partnership, using her "theft" as a vehicle to expose the implicit power imbalance in traditional marriage contracts. The humor derives from her unapologetic inversion of expected deference.

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Established 3 Registered Halj a Century Th Trade-Mark Handkerchiefs At “The Linen Store” UR CHRISTMAS stock is ready, and selections can now be made to the very best advantage. Practically every desirable style in Lace Trimmed, Embroidered and Scalloped edge goods, as well as every desirable size and width of hem in Hemstitched Handkerchiefs, are included in the present assortment. The principal lines may be summarized as follows: Hemstitched Handkerchiefs: In these we show almost twenty different sizes, including y width of hem from } inch to 14 inch, and a great of weights, ranging from serviceable cambric to the t and daintiest lawn. Ladies’ or Men's sizes: At 12hc., 25¢., 40c., 50¢., 75¢., $1.00, 1.50, 2.00 and up to $4.00 each. Hand Embroidered Initial Handkerchiefs: With 4, } or $ inch hems. Beautifully hand embroidered, in a wide variety of styles—Script, Old English, Block and other desirable letters. Ladies’ or Men's sizes: At 25¢., 35¢+) 49C., 50¢., 75¢., $1.00, 1.50 each. Embroidered and Lace Trimmed Handkerchief: ‘The assortment in these is exceptionally large, including over one hundred selected styles at the popular price of 25¢. Finer Hand Embroidered French Handkerchiefs at from soc. to $75.00 each, Real Valenciennes, Duchesse and Point Lace Handkerchiefs at 0, 2.00, 3.00, § upto $rooeach. Armenian Lace trimmed Handke 50c., 75¢., and $1.25 each—and many other novelt popular prices, Orders: Each year we supply thousands of dozens of Handkerchiefs by mail, and we have a special department for this purpose. If it is desired to have initials or monograms embroidered to order on Handkerchiefs, we suggest that orders be sent in atonce, so as to insure prompt delivery and careful work. James McCutcheon & Co. 14 West 23d Street, New York “Yours!” “Certainly.” “Where did you get it?” “You are inquisitive. What right have you to inquire into my own affairs? I never did that to you.” “Right! Umph. I demand to know.” “T have no special objection to telling you. I mortgaged some of my property.” “Your property? Where?” “Why, it’s on the corner of—I really have forgotten just where. There are lines running in all directions. Really, my dear, you mustn’t bother me with such infinitesimal details. It’s quite annoying.” “May I ask, madam, now that you are so extremely courteous as to inform me of your affair, how you acquired this—property ?” “Certainly. Don’t you remember—you were so kind and thoughtful an ! gencrous as to turn it over to me. Don’t you remember?” “What! You don’t mean that you have deliberately used that dec:!? Why, that place wasn’t yours. I merely had it put in your name. You- can’t—mean—that—you”, “Why not? It is mine.” “Yours! You have dared to “T have dared to use that which rightfully belonged to me.” Her husband, thoroughly overwhelmed by the situation, sank back into a chair. His face successively turned almost all the colors of the spectrum, “T can't believe it,” he groaned. “This is frightful. You—robbed me.” Mrs. Cromwell turned toward him with the smile that never deserted her. “Nonsense,” she replied. ‘(My dear, do you know that it’s your own fault?” “My fault?” “Certainly. You sce, you did not take the precaution of making a bar- gain with me before we were married. You assumed, you dear, swect unsophisticated thing, to marry me fora wife. But in reality you wanted me fora hou: per. Now, there is an immense difference between a wife ani ahousekeeper, A wife isa person to be loved, to be respected and to care for properly, with the means at your disposal—share and share alike. But a housekeeper, my dear, always has a price of her own. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less, according to her business ability. My business ability is much larger than you have given me credit for. I can put through a real estate deal as well'as you—when I have to. Now, my dear, you neglected the little formality of asking my terms beforehand. You thought you were getting me ata bargain. Just think, if you had only known, you might have gotten a good, respectable woman for $30 a month. But, of course, I come higher than that. I’m a finer grade. I estimate my services to you—to- gether with the damages to my self-respect, covering ten years—at about $25,000, which I believe is the value of the property you were so thoughtful as to deed over to me. And now, what are you going to do about it?” For a long time her husband, utterly crushed, no longer her lord and master of the past, sat in deep thought. Finally he rose, walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulder. A great change had come over him. “Dora,” he said, ‘for the first time in my life, I realize that you are my superior. You are right. You have me! And, now, will you forgive me for the past and be my wife—share and share alike?” Two weeks later, at a little card party given at Mrs. Dimpleton’s, Mrs. Cromwell came face to face with her lawyer, Mr. Horton. She drew him aside. “Mr. Horton, there has been something I wanted to ask you ever since that day in your office. I trust you will not think me too impertinent. But I have a real curiosity to know.” “Certainly, my dear Mrs. Cromwell. I should be most happy to en- lighten you.” “You may remember that you looked at me quite sharply—almost fiercely, as I now recall it—and asked me point-blank if in that little matterof the deed I had consulted my husband. Why did you ask me that, Mr. Horton?” Mr. Horton smiled a strange, peculiar, somewhat embarrassed smile. ‘There is really as much chivalry in the legal profession as in any other. “Because, my dear Mrs. Cromwell,” he replied, “I thought if you hadn't consulted him—if he didn’t know anything about it—that I would make it my business not to let bim find out.” Tom Masson. >” Ccomicbooks.com