The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1883-07-14

terest in fixing up your own home If
you could have seen the look he gave
me! But | didn't appear to notice him.
The ladder was so heavy l had all l
could do to manage it. l gave. it a
vicious twist and it toppled over, struck
the mantle and the picture, and smashed
the glass into fifty pieces. Harry laughed,
and that was the worst of all. will
you let me help you nous? he said. No,
l won't, Harry Bronson, never as long
as l liver He gave me that queer look
again, muttered something don't
know what, but Harry never swears-
and took up his hat and left the house.
Of course | expected him back in few
minutes, but Aunt Eunlce," and Mrs.
Bronson laid her hand on her aunt's
knee to emphasize the statement which
she made in most impressive manner,
''it was half-past eleven before he came
back! OF course l was in bed, though
worked the whole evening as hard as
could spring; you know how you can
work when your temper's up-though
dom suppose you do, Aunt Eunice,"
she added. you're too good"
Mrs. Rowland smiled significantly,
and shook her head.
Harry thought / was asleep when
he came, but didn't sleep one bit all
night. We didn't speak to each other
this morning either; one-single
word! / never was so miserable in all
the days of my life, and Harry won't
be home till six o'clock to-nightr'
The temporary excitement of her
talk died away in another storm of
tears. Mrs. Rowland frightened the
clasp of her arm about her neice's
waist
"We'1l talk this over sometime when
you're not so excited" she said gently.
81 insist upon your lying down for an
hour, and using all the will power you
possess to get calm again.
''But the house is in such state,
and then there's lunch, and''-
''Never mind about the house. / can
help you myself when I'm a little
rested, and we needn't think about
lunch for three hours yet"
Mrs. Rowland had her way, as she
generally did; and for that reason it
was fortunate that her way was gener-
| ally wise one. She sat beside her
neice until the tears ceased flowing,
and the tense, narrowed nerves grad
ually relaxed under her soothing
presence, then left her to fall asleep if
possible.
Twenty minutes after, Harry Bronson
came home. He greeted Mrs. Rowland
as affectionately as his wife had done,
then looked anxiously into the next
room.
"Where's SisP" he inquired.
Cup stairs-asleep, hope. I made
her lie down. But why are you home
at this hour, HarryP"
81 don't feel well, Aunt Eunice, 1
didn't sleep much last night. The fact
is, and he looked as if she would find
it hard one to believe, 81 treated Sis
like brute last night"
Mrs. Howland's eyes invited further
confidence.
"You see," he went on with sort
of desperation, ''we've been all torn up
here lately, painting and papering Sis
has had hard time of it, for we couldn' It
afford to hire much help. Ihave it hard,
too, all the time shaving at my desk
from morning till night. I'm always
tired out when l get home. l was last
night, but offered to wipe the dishes
for her, she looked so dragged out. AT
ter that lay down to rest and read the
paper. The first thing l knew there
was Sis Juggling away at great STEP
ladder heavy for a man to handle.
jumped up to help her-but l won't
tell you what she said. couldn't believe
my ears! If she wanted me to help her
why didn't she say SOP I should think
that was easy enough"
Eyes, it was easy enough in one way
! and altogether too hard in another
Probably she wanted you to do it with
out her asking"
'.But didn't think of it.
every likely that was the Who'll,
trouble. She might have been hurt be
cause you didn't think
"Pshaw! That's unreasonable. We'v,
| never quarreled before since we wer,
! married. l couldn't stand it, going of
r this morning as 1 did, SO got ava!
r from the office to-to-I know / was t.
blame. Sis was as tired as l was, ant
3 she's not half SO strong. don't won
3 der she hated to ask me, if l was to-
9 stupid to see. 1t was all my fault"
: mo, 'twasn't Harry, it was all minel'
/ They both started as a figure witt
= white face and red eyes ran into tn
l room, and into her husbands arms
t The little domestic drama whic
. followed might have been awkward t
s any third party but Mrs. Rowland.
k "When you can each appropriate tn
= blame in that wholesale fashion," sh
o said, smiling upon them both, II thin
? you can be trusted for the future"
i, 'But how could we ever have don
d it in the first placer" Mrs. Bronso
l asked, with vague phraseology.
/ 'You each have good deal of ths
1 sometimes troublesome article, huma
/ nature" the elder lady replied. "On
! is too sensitive, the other too though
d less. One sees things in detail, &
l. women usually do, the other in IL
l large. A days difference in getting
d house to rights is a great deal of diffe
If ence to the housekeeper. 1t may vel
n naturally seem of very slight accoul
G to the man who spends all his da,
: down town. suppose you see no
it the same principle might apply
G many different things"
l. Mrs. Bronson nodded her head vigo
le ously, lifting it from her husband
Is shoulder for the purpose.
d ut is certainly unreasonable
lie expect that the man and woman w
0t see things from exactly the same poi