The Russellville Democrat., 1880-07-22
TWO CROSS WORDS.


 ,cv if YOU mean to sew on this ,,,ton & I do wish you'd do 1t. l can't wait all day" ,;. oross o,,,,.
 ILnJbatirallv; LJ but was out of temper lt eIl ,',ornjng. and my head ached badly tlllr e.n, s;tting up the night before. Tom noI' hoI cone Srl to a superior the second liau Since our marriage-given by some bachelor friends, and had come Srrno Ii,liao tbe worse for it. It had provoked llUiHT H;Tntensely. So 1 had to follow him iliT haJ in silence, and awoke none the iotyer so ger rnlegsed after my sleeplon themorn- ne,'S, ;nst alluded to. To make the matter llerse lme inst as he spoke to me about the t.tnD MUl9I inc knife with which l was cut Du,s ,!ur the bread for his lunch slipped, in- tIil5 e!nt;ng ,+,I deep gash in my hand, and the tiaIS,'I hnhy swoke and set up her sharp little os, u~ from the craddle, all in the one and tbe same moment. ,, 'A @You can't wait as long as did last .;cbt I reckon" l replied sharply, rasIly angry at last. Don't hurry me fJoalI can. and more than am able todo with one pair of hands Som dropped his button and turned +o5rard me with a startled "Why, Lucy~ r, Iorn tbe bread and catching up the 1 bsby, while the blood streamed from my gand over her white gown. "Youv'e done enough-youv'e broke my heart! l wish I had never seen you-l wish I was back again with my father and my mother" broke down with burst of hysterl- gal tears, and seeing the blood on my hand. Tom came over and knelt down beside me. @Why, Lucy" he said, his voice and eyes full of tenderness, you've cut your bId. Why didn't you say so? Here, give me the child while you bind it up -see how it bleeds." | He held out his hands for the baby,s but snatched her away and went ons sobbing,
 aDont cry, Lucy," he continued, strok- ing the hair back from my forenead-2 @pIease don't; l know I have doneS wrong dear, but didn't mean to. HE fell in with some of the boys, and theyE persuaded me against my will. Butt it's the last time, Lucy-it's the last time"
 Why didn't I turn to him then anda help and encourage himP Because my@ mean, tyrannous temper got the best of ug woman's heart.
 saOh, yes" I said sneeringly, Sit .i's easy enough to make fine promises told me the same thing before. How can you expect me to trust you now?'
 Tom was spirited and quick-tempered great, loving-hearted men always are. He sprang to his feet like a flash, and before l had time to speak or think had left the room. 1 tossed the child into the craddle, and ran to the door, but it was too late. He had gone. just caught a glimpse of him turning the corner.
 went back to the little breakfast room how blank and drear it looked, and what sharp, stinging thorn there gas in the very core of my heart. Sved Tom and he loved me. We had been married only eighteen months and this was our first quarrel. l sat down with the baby in my arms, needless of morning work and fell to thinking. All the old happy days came back, and one in particular, when we sat Tn Dumberry wood. It was in autumn and all the world seemed in a blaze of gold when the sun slid down, and the squirrels ehattered overhead, dropping ripe nut now and then into my lap, as l sat there with the last rose of summer in my hair, knitting purse for Tom.
 "Lucy," be said, as I wove in the last golden stitches, "you've knit my love my very life--up Tn that purse. Tell me new, before you finish it, how is it sO be? Am I to have you and-Oh! 1 won't think of it even, Lucy; it would be too dreadful"
 "No, Tom," answered, "you are to have the purse, and the hand that knit 1t too."
 Poor Toml he cried then just like child-he, the brayest man in the vil- lage.
 No fault in him; only little too wild too fond of gay company. But you must tame him, Lucy, as your mother, did me-"
 That was my old fathers advice on our wedding day. My heart smote me dreadfully as l recalled it to my mind that morning. Had done my duty? Had l followed the example of my ! mother, who never let fall an unkind eword?
 But Tom would be home to his din- nei. The thought brought me to my feet. l did my work briskly and went about cooking just such dinner as l knew he liked The plum pudding was done to perfection; the baby in a clean slip, and myself all smiles to receive him when the clock struck one. But he didn't come.
 put up the untasted dinner and pre- pared supper, and lit bright fire in the little parlor. He should have pleasant welcome. But he did not come. Eight, nine, ten o'clock, and 1 put up the un- tasted supper and baby and l went to the nursery to wait and watch. How 'he little tLorn in my heart pierced and ranked. Tom had broken his promise and my unkindness was the causel Nothing else rang in my ears through the long hours.
 About two o'clock l heard noise below and went to the window. There was man on the porch, l could see him the dim light.
 Tom, IS that you?" I asked softly, putting out my head.
 Yes; open the door, Lucy; quick, the police are after me" My heart sank. The police after himl what could he have doneP l ran down swiftly and unlocked the door. But as l dld so two men, wearing official badges, stepped upon the porch, and one of | tAem lad his hands on Toms shoulder and said;
 ] arrest you sir" -..'. ,.
 What for?" I cried. ...- For ulur1ar p