"War Is pretty bad, of course," remarked
a man with a bandage under his
coat, "but I declare, in some ways, women
are as bad as Spaniards only they kill you
with kindness instead of bullets. I came
home from Santiago with this little wound
in my hip, and, really, 1 can't tell you how
I've suffered since, from the women of my
family. It is all right, of course; this world
would be a den of wild beasts without the
lave and sympathy of woman but the dear
creatures especially those nearest to us
generally overdo it. They didn't 'believe my
message that I was only slightly wounded,
so on my arrival I was.mct by mwife, her
mother, two maiden aunts and a girl cousin,
all rallied from the four quarters of Michigan
and adjoining states to nurse me., I
don't need any nursing worth mentioning,
but, believe me, if I've drawn a long breath
in two weeks without those five women
jumping up and rushing at me. I will eat
mv army blanket. If I wink my wife says:
"What is it, dear? if I move one leg, my girl
cousin springs at me with another pillow
in her hand; during the night my two aunts
wake me up to cce if I want any-tilling; and
my mother-in-law well, the dear soul hasn't
sat down or been to bed since I came to my
knowledge. My wound is nearly healed, and
that's a blessing, for if I don't get back to
Cuba pretty soon I'll be a ruined man. I
ran't stand such coddling it will make a
bloated tyrant out of me, so it will. A man
needs war once in awhile to get him away
from woman dear, loving woman she
would make a spineless infant out of him in
no time." Detroit Free Press.
