The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1882-05-31
WHERE SHE WAS.

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al don't carew
swell, donO as dol'
And they have been just six weeks mar
ried, these two.
Pretty Sally Masters and Will Gray ware
poor people; he was a farmer, and she had
worked in factory at Lynn.
1t was like a new life 10 her to get out in
to the sweet country, but she knew nothing
at all about farm work and cared less; 1t
was all new to her, and at first was very
hard.
Then she had quick temper and quick
tongue, and VIII was the only son OF q
widow and had always had his own way.
His mother was dead when he married
Sally, or he could not have brought wife
home to the lonely farm, for it would notsup
port three people as vet, though Will work
ed hard to make it pay; and the year before
he had received five hundred dollars from a
railroad company for the right tc run their
road straight through his front yard.
This seemed a fortune to Will, and he
thought very little of the road being only q
few rods from his door, IN comparison with
the money which enabled him to buy a
wood-lot bordering on his farm and piece
of meadow on the other side.
But when Sally came there she complain
and scolded to think the wagon never could
come up TO the door; for she was afraid tc
cross the track in it, and the barn lay on
the other side OF both road and railway.
However thing that can't be cured must
be endured, so she set herself to the endur-
anee
But batter-making and cooking were
worse troubles to her. and to-day viii had
grumbled at the specks in the butter, and
pushed his plate away at breakfast because
the buckwheat cakes were so sour. Sally had
been afraid they woald freeze in the pantry,
so she set them on the shelf above the stove,
and they were spoiled.
How she wished that she had had q home
and a mother to teach her home duties, IN
stead Of being an orphan ever since she
could remember and working so many years
in factory.
But Will never thought of that; he fan
cied woman knew homework if she did
not anything else. and he had to take q long
drive to-day and should miss the good break
fast he really needed, and he felt very
cross.
He pushed his chair back and said
81 can't eat those thingsp
"Well, you no need top snapped Sally,
who was Just ready to cry, but who would
not show it for the world.
81 had ought to have some breakfast 20
go thirty miles on, and I'm goin' over to
Mystic to-day"
II hope n trust you'll get somethin' you
can eat over there s'pose 'PhronY knows
how to make good things"
II bet she dOesp said Will, emphsticslly.
Now 'Phrony was pretty, bright, capable
girl, Wills own cousin, and he had never
thought of marrying her. She was just
like his sister, for till very lately Uncle
Dan had lived on the next farm and the
children had always played together.
But Sally had met Sopnrona before and
after her own marriage, and in her foolish
heart had grown jealous of her beauty and
capacity TO do all kinds of home work.
This morning the mention of Mystic, the
village where Uncle Dan lived now, was
the drop too much.
Sally's face famed and her eyes grew
dark
perhaps you'd better stay to Mystic
when you ge: there, seein' things amt to
your likin' herel" che said, with bitter en-
phasis,
"Msbbo had, if you can't learn how to
cock vittles halfway decent" was Wilrs
spiteful response.
'sI'm sure l don't carep she answered.
walked across to the barn.
Sally was so angry that she flew round
the kitchen as if She stepped on air; she
was in one of those RACES that exalt the
body with the passion OF the mind, and
make any action easy while the inner
tempest lasts.
1t seemed to her as If she heard in her
own>esrs the boiling of her rage; she GER
tainly did not hear out door sounds at all;
it was accidental that In stepping past
the window, she saw Will drive of
down the hard road without so much as
looking back to bis home. She had not
heard the sleigh bells ct all.
If some one else hsd been there for her to
talk 10, probably she would have cooled
down sooner; speech is a safety-valve many
times to an over burdened heart.
But she was all alone In the house, and
the nearest neighbor lived round hill out
of sight.
And as she few round putting the dishes
away and setting back the table in that
bare silent room, its only outlook sheets of
dazzling snow, gray woods with here and
there dull green cedar or a round fiat
cypress on the barren hillside, and one ex-
panse Of stainless sunny blue above, her
thoughts ran riot
Que loOhcu rdCh W bn6 bluie Oh nef mar
rage. aud scorned herself for having believ-
ed VIII ever loved her. Just for few
hard word? you ask. Yes, only that.
"Words break no bones" the proverb
says, but they break hearts, which is worse,
and words mean very much to woman;
though very little to man.
Win, by this time, was whistling along in
the old sleigh, not thinking at all of mis-
parting with Sally. but Of the feed and -four
he must buy in Mystic, the price of crapoer-
ries and the probable weight of mis- pig-it
was so near killing time.
But poor Sally. pitisble as well rs blsm-
able, for e have q quick, high temper is
worse for its possessor than for anybody else,
still brooded over her trouble.
She blamed VIII for his hateful words ex-
cused herself and pitied herself for her lone
Iy, motherless life and inexperience, and