The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-08-20

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not disturb her now he hears she is all
right And how absent and idgetty he
seemed! There is some mystery agate
and I should like'to know what it is.
wonder whether-I should not think
mo, I should not think he. can have.
stolen ont to meet somebody" she
concluded, hertone dubious, in spite of
the stress laid on the mot" a.-sl
Stepping lightly into the kitchen and
giving her orders to Phoebe about the
supper-tray, she caught up an old wa
ter-proof cloak that hung in the back
passage, threw it ON to hide her light
dress, and crept out after her husband.
It was very light and beautiful night;
in fact, it could not be. said to be yet as
dark as it would be-and that is never
dark in the fine nights of summer.
'tFOr him to lose his tea" ran her
thoughts, ''of all things! It must be
uncommonly urgent business to induce
James to forego meal of any kind. /
DO wonder what secret they have got
between them. Not a word, for your
life, mind, to Dinah Ann,' cries he.
No fear, answers Harry, Il know
what women are -and she'd be for rev.
authorizing the house, and herself,
too Yes, that should; but it's them
I should revolutionize, not myself" she
emphatically pronounced. at may be
that old love affair cropped up again!
that woman who threatened to bring
an action for breach of promise when
James married me. Perhaps she has
been writing letters to him? Mind,
you don't let Dinah Ann find it, says
Harry. Or perhaps perhaps James
has been foolish enough to let her meet
him! Harry, not p married man HIM
self, and lawyer. would lend himself
to any earthly thing without scruple.
All lawyers do"
haunts of willy men of the world, was
given over entirely to farmers and
farming interests: simple-minded and
supplemented people, who lived out
their uneventful lives in the routine of
daily duties. The small market town
of Northam, four miles distant, was
sleepy and primitive, never awakening
from its slumbers save on the weekly
market day. 1t had its parson; its doc
tor; and its lawyer-Harry Leete; all
three of them being nearly as simple as
the farmers. Not simple in point of in
tellect, it must be understood; but as to
life aud manners.
This, Thursday, was market-day.
James Harbury had gone to it, in the
gig of brother farmer, Peter Hall, his
own mare, which he either rode or
drove generally, being sick. He was a
tall, slender man of thirty-nine years,
very fair with exceedingly handsome
features and mild eyes, looking as I'M
like the popular notion of farmer as
man could look, and presenting a
marked contrast to his agricultural
neighbors. So far as appearances
went, none of them, poor or rich. could
vie with James Harbury, and his temper
and his bearing were alike gentle.
He had one fault-though perhaps
all people would not call it a fault-love
of money. That he was one of the
''warmest' farmers in the district was
universally believed, and the most
saving of men. Too saving, his wife
would tell him-and where was the use
of it, she would ask, considering that
she had neither chick nor child?-and
every now and then she would make
the money fly, for she was a dear lover
of smart attire and of having pretty
things about her. James would vince
and bid her to be careful; but he never
went the length of telling her she had
spent too much. He was fond of her
and she of him.
''Neither chick nor child" In that
fact had lain sharp sting. They had
been married eight years now, and the
s sosn waf tSna a~ nayer d%e
her cause for an unhappy thought-un-
til tonight. He had never had any
secrets from her, except that he never
could be brought to tell her what the
exact sum was that he was enabled to
put by at the end of each year. Dinah
Ann HarburY did not care for that; she
knew that, however much it might be,
it was all for her.
But she did care for this; this mystic
rious secret which had come to her hear
ing tonight. She knew how good
looking James was, how universally he
was liked by man and by woman, and
what kind heart he had-she put it
'ssoft'' and something like jealousy
began to torment her spirit.
When James came in again the sup
portray was on one end Of the table,
and Dinah Ann, an unusual light in her
eyes, sat at the other end, near the
lamp, having taken up her knitting.
The farmers general manner was easy
and placid, though he had certainly
seemed restless after leaving the gig,
but now he was calm again.
SWELL" she said, as he cut himself q |
slice of the cold boiled beef, show did |
you find White Bess?''
: s.Oh, she seems comfortable" he re-
nlied. looking round for the mustard |