The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-05-11
ONE DAY In A SETTLERS LIFE.

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ONE DAY In A SETTLERS LIFE.
"1f you had had one grain ofloye for me,
you never would have dragged me ont Into
this desolate Wilderness" said Mrs. Roland
Hardy, half sobbing, and really angry.
Had you been gentleman, koian1' yoo
When wives get into : passion t6ayltjy spt
to say things that they may hereafter bitterly
regret. Mrs. Hardy was no exception! Her
husband stood breathlessly silent, his face
psIins. They ~ "a. .h0t 1sODsy9parrie!Ys,s.
and eols, sss sos shossht 's' ss.s
willing to come, ave, and more than willing
to risk it, should never have brought you,
and you know 1t. Remember, l told you it
would be rough life; yet you were eager to
come" ff%' -" !.
Jane Hardy remembered very we'll. But
the memory Of her earnest protestation her
generous fOrgetfulness of sell, only angsred
her the more just now.
"How was to know it would be like this !?
There! You can 20 il you are going. I
should like 70 be alone-with~ah this vork
10 do"
ii am going DIRECTLY was Mr.. Haydys
answer, striving for tranquility 90 Win you
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shall not come back until night"
"Oh dear, yes" she replied, with alacrity,
bringing her face away from the window
with jerk, and proceeding to make great
clatter in the cupboard, which in thispiohesr
cabin was continuation Of pantry and china
closet.
IL fear there is but Q short allowance of
wood; will it last till evening ~ asked Mr..
Hardy, obviously looking ut the Wood box be
had lust replenished, aud turning to brush
up the bits of bark that had fallen on the neat
rug carpet. His words were kind. but his
tone was as chilly Is An icicle. = &, = -
There Is plenty; DO n9t tt tE9pSls yourself.
on the bread she was buttering. A. s
In five minutes, man, dinDer-pail and dog
had vanished in the direction; of the great
forest; and the young wife was alone, as she
had vehemently desired 10 be. Roland Hardy
had gone forth to his days work of telling
timber.
Most young and angry wives would have
burst into tears at this point. Jane Hardy
did not. She leaned against the rude mantei-
shelf when her husbands footsteps no
longer sounded in the crisp snow, and
looked utterly sad and hopeless, as if the
light of her life had suddenly gone out {;
looked remorseful, too, % il conscious of
having something to do with its anpihila-
ton.
Inc SGOTy ID Out VI lAOSC OAt0u CuOuku
enacted in the new world. Certain expecta-
tions suddenly failing him, Roland Hardy
manfulIy resolved to betake himself to the
mighty woods, clear out p settlement for
himself, erect his own hou:e, Robinson Cru.
Soc fashion, and in time, by dint Of his hands
hard labor, become prosperous. Hardy, the
settler, he would be then, with his farm
people and his comforts. But all that would
have to be patiently worked for, and the be-
ginning must, of necessity, be weary and
Ioilsomc. Jane DeaDe, to whom he was en-
gagged, decided to 70 with him-his wife.
He told her he had better 60 on first, say for
a year or two; her friends urged the same
advice; but the young lady would not listen.
So far as he was aule, Mr.. Hardy, before their
marriage, described what their toll and their
lonely life would be. Jane Deane looked at
it with rose cOored spectacles, aud thought
it would be charming, kind of perpetual
picnic. It is true she did not bargain for the
help they had taken with them, in the shape
of a man and a woman servant, deserving
them speedily, tired with the new rough
work, sick at the loneliness; and those en-
gagged in their places latter endless trouble
and long negotiation) had not yet come. But
she had put her own shoulder bravely to the
wheel in the summer weather, and made
light Of hardships. It was winter now, and
for the first time her temper had given way.
the cabin this morning, and her husbands
calm cheerfulness through 1t all had pro-
voked her most unwarrantably. But she was
not feeling we'll.
It's p ,ssible that many Of us have such
mornings-mornings when everything ami
mate and inanimate conspires to bling to the
surface The original gorilla that slumbers
within the soul. These vexati0ns have to be
beaten down promptly under ones feet, and
Mrs. Hardy had stopped to squaoble with
hers.
He met her vexatious words jokingly, and
it incensed her. In her angry spirit she said
unforgiving things, and Mr.. Hardy was pro-
voked into retorting. SO they Jared and
tangled through breakfast. That is, she did.
feared that sort OF suppressed discomfort
was taking possession Of his wife. She was
quieter at times, almost sad, and less given to
laughter than in their old bright days, as he
got to calling them. He had hi ped every
thing of her love and devotion-hoped that
he might ever remain as near and dear, as
much all the world" - Der, as she had often
Of it; this dreadful quarrel. She had spoken
cut her mind.
His heart was aching with her reprOaches
but, generous ever, he excused her to himself
as he walked along to the woods. 1t was
asking too much of mortalwOman, he argued,
anxious to make himself wretched, to tear her
far away from home, and friends, and all the
comfortable delights of well-regulated New
England lie, and to expect her to be always
glad, and tuoyant, and brave, and hopeful,
keeping his own soul up with the wine.ike
tonic a. her blithe spirits. No. 1t was the
same old beginning Of the end, mere ques-
ton Of time. Eventually she would become
the Indifferent, matter f-fact sort of u woman
that most wives appeared TO be; regarding
evil, necessary to her support, and respecta-
BILE to have about the house. sooner or later.
he supposed, sil husbands and wives awoke
from their dream of love to the long, dreary
realityo Of making the best of things. Never
theless, her fierce outburst on this particular
morning took him by surprise; somewhat
aroused his indignation. Had it not been her
free choice to enter on this -" vitlainous'
house keeping? Had he not warned ner
freely and fully that her days, if she came
with him, would be anything but bed Of
roses? Was not life harder for him, mex.
totally different thing altogether; but h.
bore on perseyeringly and untlringly, looking
to the end IN view, And making matters ligh,
for her tsaka Suppose flush
dyed the young mans patient face as thr
thought Occurred to him-suppose she refused
to stay here and went home 10 her friendss
Meanwhile Mrs.. Hardy stood on BY the
ManIel-pa6ce,'AO 14AD1y IN aWlb-
cradle than she had ever dreamed of being
in any of the love- quarrels that had flickered
their ceurtship. There seemed to be no
"making up, in this sort of thing; there
was no light in it; it was unmitiga,ed, hope
less wretehedness. For Mrs. Jane Hardy
her passion over, was chewing the husks Of
bittcf repentance He cid not love her any
more; he could not; or he never would have
said harsh things to her; and this was the
end Of it all!
"To cali me 'Jane'" she exclaimed aloud
as if the word 81 ne" contained I'LL forms o
vituperation. "Nobody has been crue
enough to call me that in all my life!" turn
lug to the breakfast dishes with bravely
conquered. sob. For this young lady. who
had beeR u pet at home, bad never oeel
called by her husband or anybody else by {
harder name than Jenny.
Work is good thiug! Auerbach says II
should have been the first commandment
"Thou shalt Nert!" Jenny was toonnfanfil
lar with, the heart.tor:ure TO be conscious o
how good ner wUfA~w0sgabut che; could RR
but be aware, as the morning passed away
that something was driving the clouds on!
OF her sky. R{ap1 could not despise ber all
at once, she Wk SSre 6he wOuld gather up