The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-10-25

unselfsh and candid and noble to own
himself wrong, and she-had been
foolish and wicked to get angry at
nothing.
She was just beginning to feel thst
life was worth living, when another
man presented himself announcing that
he had brought some onions! Annette
assured him there was some mistake, as
they had sufficient for long time.
But he affirmed most strenuously this
was the spot, producing the direction
in her husbands handwriting. Then
Annette told him that she must coun-
termand the order, that she positively
wished for no more onions.
"But We see got my pay for 'em,
he answered with horrible grin,
whereupon the discounted young 10
man retired into the house and the tn
umphant onions went into the cellar
Tramp, tramp, and roll, roll Would
he never have done? He seemed like
an arch fiend, sent to torment her. Il
she could but have known the soliloquy
he of the onions carried on, as he went
back and forth, and that he took a ms
licious delight in getting the better Of
her, it might have turned the tide of hr
rising wrath into laugh. Whena
laugh comes in wrath goes out.
That's Jest the way with wimmn
folks-headstrong! They think thg
know leetle the most about ever
thing. The young Teller likes onion
l s'posc, and she don't, and she's ta-
mined he shan't have EN-. I'm CID
she's got boss. She needs it. 81
BY the time the tenth bushel was de-
posted all Annette's late estimates and
decisions had been reversed. Of all
despicable acts this was the climax-to
send whole load of those horrible
things, as if to say: "Groveling crea-
ture, can't live without onions! Take
themn' 1t was just simple exhibit
ton of spite aud sarcasm. She would
never have believed he could do so
cruel a thing. Since she was q child
she had not been SO angry. 1t was a
lofty, scornful anger that did not vent
itself in tears. Besides, the tears were
all used up.
Snatching her hat and mantle, she
went out into the air to try to calm her
self. On and on she went, out into the
| country, dreading to return. Finding
herself within half mile of her cousin's
house, she decided to call in order to
get away from her thoughts. 1t proved
the right place for that purpose. Little
Harry had become suddenly i'll, and
the distracted mother welcomed her
gladly. The two worked over him all
the afternoon. As night came on An
nette felt that it would be cruel to leave
until there was some ray of hope. So
she wrote note to her husband,
briefly and cOldly, explaining her alb
sence. A passing boy agreed to de-
liver it, but it never got beyond his
own pocket
Toward evening Barbara began to
wonder what kept her mistress, and
decided to take matters into her own
hands and get up dinner. Seeing the
large bin of onions in the cellar, she
said within herself: "This is what she
all time want; | will cook some ~ Dur
ing the process OF cooking she made
many trips to the front door to watch
for her lost mistress. Each time she
left all the doors open behind her, and
so thoroughly perfumed the whole
house with the odor of the dinner.
In the city Philip had picked up an
old college friend and persuaded his
to stay over a train and dine with him
AS he ushered his friend into the pretty
house, with a pardonable pride, it was
somewhat taken down by the unmis
taxable odor that greeted him.
"Onions! as live," he said to him
self, land Merwin is such fastidou,
fellow! However, wait till he sees An
nettc"-so he went in haste to bring
her.
Upstairs and down and in the gar
den he searched. She was not to bt
found. This was a new departure-t t.
be away on his return. He told hi,
friend she had probably been detained
would be in presently.
Chagrined and mortified almost be
yond his power to conceal, after wait
ing an hour, he was obliged to invite
his friend to q table without a hostess
The first cover he removed disclosed a
dozen huge specimens of that obnox.
iOus, ill-odored vegetable that had
caused their unhappinesS. He forgot
his heroic demand and shut it with EN-.
phasis-not tonight would he eat
onions. 1t was unlike the delicate tact
of his wife to have ordered them cooked
that night, while she was still ignorant
of what had passed in his mind.
Barbara was not yet perfect. The
dinner both in cooking and serving
missed the supervision of the mistress.
The host was i'll at ease and absent, and
was not sorry that his guest soon bade
him goodbye.
And now Philip grew positively un.
easy, and proved himself not whit be.
hind woman in the power to coniure
up dire probabilities. Perhaps she had
slipped from that high bank where they
sometimes walked along the river
And he rushed out through the garden
and over the fields till he stood on the
bank amidst the gathering shadow.
and peered remorsefully into the dal
waters. What if somebody had alb
Quoted her, had brought word that he
was i'll and carried her off! That
thought was maddening Then he re-
membered her one relative in the city,
her cousin. No public conveyance
went that way, and in hot haste he
started on foot. His speed astonished
himself. Breathless and painting he
arrived and was about to ring, when,
obeying an impulse, he stepped to the
side porch and looked through the vine