manner in which Carmelita, as Dudley had previously discovered, could be disagreeable to the world when her feelings were piqued. A fine Spanish flash of the eyes, expressive shrugs, barbed shafts of sarcasm, and brilliant silences that exuded scorn. Dudley was quite sure that his uncle had been thoroughly disgusted with the exhibition.
What was his surprise to have the latter remark following a conference in his private office upon a business matter the following morning, "Your wife is a very pretty and clever woman, Dudley. Lots of spirit, won't be walked over, wants her own way—that's what I admire in a woman, and a man too. You're lucky, my boy. Guess she's been one of the reasons you've been tending to business lately, eh?" Accompanied by a good-natured pat on Dudley's broad back that cheered him up quite a little.
"I thought at first it might be a mistake for you to marry a girl used to money," Sanford Drake went on. "But it's not a bad thing for a wife to have extravagant tastes, within reason. It keeps a man on the job satisfying them. If a woman is the sort who's contented with anything her husband gives her, the kind who can do wonders with his twenty-five-dollar-a-week income, he's liable to go right on making twenty-five dollars a week. All the
