The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1872-10-18

"foIr guests are about to depart, Liz
zie," he said, his voice, unnaturally col,l
aud calm there's storm coming on,
and mn,her is afraid to stay"
Let them 60 cried angrily. and
hope they'll never set foot IN my house
again
They'll not he likely to do So soon, af.
ter the manner you've treated them thi-
evening. think, as my mother never
took tea with us before, you might-but
no matter
And Malcolm turned from me, hi
voice and face both full of vexation and
bitterness. rose to follow him and bid
my ,uest. farewell, but sudden sense
of injury, and silly desire for revenge
made me sit down again.
If dill my best" | thought, "and
they've insul;ed and wounded me, and
Out go oui. Let them go. who care Y
Bnt the front door had not closed up
on then, besore | bitterly regretted what
| done.
VI ilcom returned the m1ment they
b ii gone. anl took down his hat and
overcQt il utter silence.
If ne hai dpbrahle,l aud blamed me,
ltii,k cIull have bbrne it mach bet
tie, than hi quiet .ilence.
vi. ncrvou, ini irritated to the last
'ie-Iee, and wanted some outfit for the
passion that -eethed within me.
y he drew on his overcoit, baby
aw"ke with u sharp cry.
matched her from the crib almos
roughly.
"I'm almo-t tirel to death now,' |
cfiel, "In Tn 70 nura ybI ia; bila ic
nf the evening suppo-e."
Miicon put down hi hat and coat,
lnd came tn my -ile.
III TAX the child, Lizzie he said,
III you are iirei."
"NoI .ioa't want you to take er," |
re,pr;cd, "bui | wish III ldSver got mar
Z. and had no bother with babies or
anything else. | with had my time 10
20 over again, AMI knew rs much as | do
now"
---''i wih you had Lizzie"
/ Hi quiet answer went To my heart
lik deatll-stab.
Or course, | had not meant a single
one Of the foolish, angry words | had
ia uiter,d for loved my hu band as
loved my lite, but he Wa, in earnest--he
really wished so.
The pain at my heart almost stopped
n.y bre .th, but | let my foolish tem,er
master me.
"DI you inleed?" | retortel. "'Ti-
never To- late to undo b,h job YOU kn w,
and we are ill-mated, think | wasn't
bred to drudge and cook. and nothing
short ola born cook would please you
and your mother, and aunt. You should
hiv cD-en an entiiely different woman
for your wife.
81 wish to Heaven | had"
And turning on his heel he left ME
without glance.
BY the time the street door closed after
hin was on my feet all ablaze with in
jured Indignation.
| would 20 home to my mother.
lie should have his with.
Aud | went h,ne, with baby in my
a'm', through all the pitiless winte'
storm.
Mother met me at the door, and read
my troubles at z ince-ny tenlir pI-
tient nother, whose loyingeyes could zee
to the very bottom of my foolis' heart.
She heard my passionate story all
through, then she stroked my hair and
took the babe from my breast.
Poor Lizzie, poor girl, she said, "all
this is wrong, M good ever comes of get
ting angry, darling. You must 20 To
bed now, and in the morning you'll go
back to Malcom.
"Never!-rll never go back mother,
I'll never 90 back To Malcom."
"Well Ne'll ,oe Wien lie noiIiIp
come )" was her quiet answer.
shall never forget that night, endless
and stormy, and tossed from side to
side, with that ranking thorn in my
heart.
Mother was right, no good ever comes
Of getting angry.
When the reddening dawn lit the win
dows, arose meek and repentant, Mother
entered just As had finished dressing.
"l'm going home, back 10 Malcom,
| sobbed.
II thought So" she said. II know
your heart, darling better than you do.
Yes, 60, and I'm sure you'll lind him
glad to welcome you. III take care OF
the baby and bring her over when she
wakes, and III tell Malcom the faults
mine, because failed in my duty while
you were with mel should have learn
ed you how to cook. There run along
now, and if Malcom's bit cross kiss him !
into good humor."
| hurried out into the still wintry
dawn.
The streets were silent and deserted.
and our cottage, when Ieached ii. hook
ell as still aud desolate Us a tomb.
paused at the steps, my heart rbing
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