egistering the posture of listening, Mr. Bienenflug mentally reviewed
all J. Montgomery Fieldstone's successes of the past year, which
included the "Head of the Family," a drama, and Miss Goldie Raymond in
the Viennese knockout of two continents, "Rudolph, Where Have You
Been." He therefore estimated the alimony at two hundred dollars a week
and a two-thousand dollar counsel fee; and he was proceeding logically
though subconsciously to a contrasting of the respective motor-car
refinement displayed by a ninety-horse-power J.C.B. and the new 1914
model Samsoun--both six cylinders--when Mrs. Fieldstone spoke again.

"Listen, Mr. Bienenflug!" she protested. "I don't want no divorce. I
should get a divorce at my time of life, with four children already!
What for?"

"Not an absolute divorce," Mr. Bienenflug explained; "just a
separation."

"A separation!" Mrs. Fieldstone exclaimed in a manner so agitated that
she forgot to say, "Listen, Mr. Bienenflug!" "If I would want a
separation I don't need to come to a lawyer, Mr. Bienenflug. Any
married woman if she is crazy in the head could go home to her folks to
live, Mr. Bienenflug, without paying money to a lawyer he should advise
her to do so, Mr. Bienenflug; which I got six married sisters, Mr.
Bienenflug--and before I would go and live with any of them, Mr.
Bienenflug, my husband could make me every day fresh a blue eye--and
still I wouldn't leave him. No, Mr. Bienenflug, I ain't asking you you
should get me a separation. What I want is you should get him to come
home and stay home."

"But a lawyer can't do that, Mrs. Fieldstone."

"I thought a lawyer could do anything," Mrs. Fieldstone said, "if he
was paid for it, Mr. Bienenflug, which I got laying in savings bank
over six hundred dollars; and----"

Mr. Bienenflug desired to hear no more. He uncrossed his legs and
dropped the penholder abruptly. At the same time he struck a handbell
on his desk to summon an office boy, who up to the opening night of the
"Head of the Family," six months before, had responded to an ordinary
electric pushbutton. But anyone who has ever seen the "Head of the
Family"--and, in fact, any one who knows anything about dramatic
values--will appreciate how much more effective from a theatrical
standpoint the handbell is than the pushbutton. There is something
about the imperative Bing! of the handbell that holds an audience. It
is, in short, drama--though drama has its disadvantages in real life