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Show Jl LESSON FOB HUSBANDS. H , 'J'lio Ilttlo silver column la tbo tlior- H nioiuotcr wns grndunlly mounting H toward tho nineties, tho loaves hung H. motionless In tbo furnaco-liku air, and HB, tho scant ottho perfumed swntlis of B ' tit newly out liny pervaded everything, a LaH .vJr KqiilioSaillcy stood undortlio uinbrolla- Baflar '' shaped upplo-trco a ml wiped tils rook- HjH' lug brow with a yard-square pocket- Hl handkerchief of yollow silk. Kl "l'liowl" cried tho squire, "this Is Kl Kiting too much. I think I shall go H liomn 1111 hour earlier than usual." H "So'd I, If I wrfsn't workln' for ilnys' H wages." Bald Israel Nowcoinb.who was B 4 vigorously turning tho frngant billows H otgrounwithn fork which gleamed KB liko serried lightning In tho siiushlno. I The squlro glared nn'grily u( Israel; It l was his pride that ho worked ns hard m I as uny of his hired men, rich land- B I owner though ha was. ' I "I s'poso I cau do as I ploase?'1 satd . ha- ; 1 "Sartlnr' observed Israel. "I only ; -wish I could I" K Tfm squlro wont homo, selecting tho ( ehtuly path whielt lay p;irt way through H tho woods, n'ud crossing tho noisy lit H.S tlo stream' ou 'a makeshift bridge K formed by it fallou cedar tree. Fur Hs. down In tho grcon crosslights, and Wkk llntJjig reflections of tho glon.h'ocould 1 ko Will Dalian, vhojiiu abandoned Kj. all pretonso$ of llslilug.faTidlaip1' tho Nfi moss nt Mary, Sadley's .feet, reading V ' . artmd-ttr lier.mit ut surmi'pockrefyBlnfflo Kj of poetry. Tho squlro'frowaetl. v Spooning ns usiml"?'growlod ho, Hffi' uuder his breath, aud pushed stoadlly Bflsl on H, Tho old homostoad, paluted white, Hj' with 11 rufrt'shlug contrast of grceu UM blinds, lay basking In tho vivid sun- ' shine. Tli 6 rqulro looked at It with n HJI complacent senao of proprlftorshlp as H;T lio wont ni'ound to tho backdoor.whore "'v n great honeysuoklo vino was ull ia iX. curls of buff and white blosiouis. Tho Ik roomy kltchon, with Its shining copper HI boiler and whlto-bonrd lloor, was eilent Hlf1 nud omptv. Ho looked nrouud. Hlk "Halloi" hoshoutod. "Isuvcryono Hk1' dead?" HKLl LHtlo Kitty caino ruuning out of tho HHB front room. E3 "Hush, father)'1 said sho, holding up l small forullnger. "Mother is asleep." Hyf "Aslccpl" roared tho squire. "A Ik pretty tlmo of day to bo nsleup.aud tho whole honsu wldo open, ready for any H ' tramp that may comu along, and, your J graudmother's silver opoons In plain HS view on thu dro.sor-slielf. Asleep!" Ll!f "I'm sorry, Titus." naidnu npologotlo HDI voice, ns a palo, shadowy Ilttlo woman HII issued from tho hall bovond, whoro she rial had been lying on a procruitcan I'll louilgo. fashioned of unptilnted pi no H njl boards, and drapotl wth a lumpy mut- ' tress. "I hadn't any Idea 'of falling I, iA nslcnii whan 1 lay down, but my hesd n nchoil n Ilttlo it's tho heat, I supposo L 1 1 and I felt dUisy. I'm very sorry, but K t guruly it Isn't 12 o'clock yet." bVv& "ll ,lont Inck l),nn.v i"l"tcs of It," &rr a said tho siiuiro.lnomlly, looking nt tho H. big, 'wooiteu olqqk, whoso fut, black HL, lliimau uumorals glared back nt him 1 from behind a grceu nebula) of dsnara-Kl dsnara-Kl gus branches. "Tho hent, oh? Woll, IH, I s'poso other lolks feel It, too. My H Jg head aches, but I don't take to my bed. BWBlE. And when n man comes homo tired HJ n"' ljcat oul 'rom "lu lr-flold ho nat-I'll' nat-I'll' tially expects tollnd things comfort-I comfort-I IbV'' ' &u'0, don't kuow what n woman has 4B her board and keep for it It nln't to sea bM', that meals Is reg'lar and things do- BBaaBaBaBaBfl,' at HS " cent.' HIT; "I'm sorry, Titus," nervously rolter- HR. Ated tho Ilttlo woman, fluttering to and HW , tro like a lanlo-wlngod plgeou. . "but HK I'll make nil tho hasto I can. Dinner V98fi "' will soon boroady. Ilorc, Kitty (to tho I'm' child), wash thoso potatoes in 'tho sink ijB??' A us iulck as you can, anil trim tho beots, Hi ' whllo 1 run outfor soma kindlings to B hurry up tho tire." Hj.-ti Amluuto afterward ho could hear HV' , 'tho quick strokes of tho hutchot and ho Hf; bethought himsolf that. In tho hurry BB . Incident to lmylug-tlniu, tho pllo ol HCfBl- , ltindllngg had been allowed to get low. Hw' Mt r "It does seem," ho said, potuluutly, Hft'i' "ns If ovory thing hiudored a mau'sdlo- KflUi-Vi V "Then, father." paid Kitty, glancing H-ar - shruwdly ovbr tho top of tho tin potato- HBfjJv , pan. "why don't you go out and unlit HHfv'i tho kindlings nnd lot mother 'tend to IHriH tho things indoors?" HEfJV "Hush, Kitty." said Mrs. Sadloy H1K1.1" ccickly, ns sho touched a match to ths BsaVasClfyluL r bHIM- bVA ? BaHL' ' '" liiasTof crumplod papers tinder the grato. "Whoro's tho last Oazttter snarled tho squlro. Ignoring Kitty' quorv. "Oh, Titus," cried tho wlfo,"irvo Just set Urn (o Itl I supposed, of course, you'd road it It's a week old today, 1 you know." "Of courso," said Snulro Sadler, "1 might have known without nsklng't It's waste, and Uing away, and burn up in this houso. Thero nn't nothing safe whoro an extravagant woman's concerned con-cerned I" "Mother nn't extravagant!" said Kitty Kit-ty "Whoro's thorn peas I brought In this morning?" sharply domauded tho squlro, looking around him, with Argus oyes. "There Isn't tlmo to shell thora now," said Mrs. Sadloy, timidly. "Time time!'' repeated her husband. "Of courso there nn't time, If you sleep away your life on that there sofy. I mean to havo It tnkou away tomorrow. It's a deal too handy. What's tho uso o' my plantin' thu earliest peas in market, nnd hoelu' nnd bnishia' 'cm, nud then goin' out nforo sunup to pick 'cm, If my folks han't lifo enough to cook 'em?" "I'll haro 'cm for suppor," said Mrs. Sadloy, with n Ilttlo tremolo in her voice. "No you won't, nolthor," said the squire. "I'll send 'em over to Neighbor Neigh-bor Darton's. Hit wife's got somo suap lu her! I declare, It's clear dls-couragln' dls-couragln' for a man to bo dragged back all tho tlmo by u shiftless wifuF' A big round drop plashed down into tho frying-pan which Airs. Sadloy was just preparing to receive sundry slices of well-cured 1mm whlfh she hud been cutting; sho made no verbal reply, bow-over. bow-over. "Eh?" said tho squire: "why don't you say something? Sulking, I s'poso, as usual?" - At this poor Mrs. Sadloy burst into tears. "No. Titus." said sho. "I nn't sulking. sulk-ing. Hut I fcol nwful bad today, nnd it'dou't tako much to upset mo. It's nil true what you say. I am a poor, woru-out, feoblo creature, nnd I don't blama you for gottiu' out of patience, llut If I hadn't worked so hard all these years " "Oh, yes, thcro's always somo excuse," ex-cuse," urowlod tho squire; nnd tnklne a stray "sample number" ot a paper, ho went out to sit In tho honeysuckle shade "I can't stand that roasting fire," said he. "Thou," said Kitty, tho enfant terrible, terri-ble, "how do you suppose mothor likes It?" In nn instant, however, hor tickle, childish attention was divorted. ."Seel" shooricd; "thore conic Cousin Mary and Mr. Dallas over the hill! Oh, father, thoy'ro engaged. Did you know It?" "Yes," nbsently answered tho squlro, intont on his papor. "I was in tlin parlor that night; it thundered aud rained so hard," said Kitty, with n twinkling oyc. "aud thoy didn't know it. And I heard them talking talk-ing to each other. And he called her his darling lovo " "Humphr' gruntod tho squlro. "A rogMar cuso o' spooning." "And sho raUl ho was her dearest, dearest ono," nddod Kitty, tho circumstantial. circum-stantial. "Young fools!" snnppod Squlro Sadloy. Sad-loy. "Father," said Kitty, leaning on his shoulder sho was tho only ono in tho houso who was not afraid of tho stern despot "don't nil lovors talk so?" "I'licy'ro fools for their pains if thoy dor" "Didn't you lovo mothor when sho wnsugirl llko Cousin Mary? Didn't you say just such things to hor?" Tho squlro moved uneasily in his chair under' tho calm, searching light of Mary's oyes. "I might ha' done." ho owned nt last. "I s'posa I was just as great au Idiot as othor folks be." "I don't 8eo why peoplo ovor leave it off," said Kitty abstractedly, "Was mothor a pretty girl?" t'Dou't talk nonsense," said the squlro, almost angrily; and ha got up nud walked mound to thu old wooden bench bosido the well cutb. Had Kitty's mother been n pretty girl? Yis,( that sho had rose-cheeked nnd Hmpid-oyud.with a laugh sweet ns tho note of n thrush, nnd tho lightest foot in a Virginia rcol of any girl in tho neighborhood. And now, "I am a fioor, worn-out, feoblo creaturo," sho iad said. In the faint, wearv accents, looking at him out of tho dim, faded oyes; "aud I don't blame you for getting get-ting out of patleuco." Ye it was all true. Hut what had wrought tho change? Whoso fault was it? "1 don't know," said the squlrb.star-Ing squlrb.star-Ing at heaven's bluo eye vellected far down in tho heart ot tho deop, cool well, "but I 'most think I'vo baen too hard on her. Now I come to study on it, I've had lots o' hired help about tho farm, and she's dono nil tho housnwork herself. And sho uovorwus vorystrongl Was she a pretty girl? Thoro wasn't none prettier in n radius o' twenty miles around Klngsloy church. Aud to look nt her nowl" The sijulro got up nnd stamped uneasily un-easily around tho well. "I'vo been a brutel" ho muttered to himself, "Worse than n dumb bruto for thuv nn't suppose! to know uo better. 1 don't know what I'vo beon thlnkin' of all thusn yours. Leave .oil loving hor? I han't never loft It off. I lovo liur.noWv blest her faithful, patient pa-tient soul, ns well ns ever I did, ouly I've foil Into tho way of boln' careless anil neglectful. Uut I'll turn over u now leaf tills very day, sco It I don't." Ho kept his word. " KttsrnirotK Marv? la It reallv a ott1ed"tinuK"Tn1d"MrsTSdloy, '?0h, ' I hope you'll bu hippy. I hopo, nftes twelvo years of marriage door Mary, you'll bo as happy ns I nm nowl" ' Her eyes shone; a fnln't color glowed on hor ordinary palo cheeks. Alary Sadloy looked at her in surprise. "Would yo'u bcllevo," went on tho squire's wife, "he has hired a girl to come hero nnd do all the rough work so as to sparo me? And thoro is such nn easy, spring-upholstered sofa in tho hall in place 01 the lumuy old lounge, and thcro's one of tho hay-hands splitting split-ting a pile of wood to last from now to Michaelmas. And wo nro to keep our weddinir aunlvorsarv.lu real jold-fnshtonod jold-fnshtonod style next week, nnd Titus has ordered a dress trlmmod with whllo rlbbons.just llko the ono I was married In. He says I shall look as young and pretty as I did then. Such nonesense, you know! And yet It is nico ot him to say so now, Isn't It? Aud Mrs. Sadloy laughed through her tears. l'oorsoul! The sunshine had come Into in life.yet it filled her whole being with blessedness. "I'm so gladl" said Marv. "But you doscrvo it all, Cousin Eunice." And tho newly betrothed lovers whispered to each othor that tho millennium mil-lennium must surely bo at hand. For what otsu could so havo changed tho squire? Thoy did not stop to reflect that there is truth iu the old saw: "Good In all, and nono nil good." Amy Randolph in N. Y. Leader. |