The Florida agriculturist., 1884-11-26
Their First Quarrel.

fuss about! Their very first quarrel,
too! Pretty little Mrs. Carylon, her
big blue eyes misty with tears, could
bear it no longer.
"Jack ~ she exclaimed, 81 do believe
you don't love me half so well as you did
six months ago, or you would not speak
SO unkindly to me-" and the waiting
drops splashed down thick and fast until
regular April shower was in progress.
'Im brute ~ thought Mr.. Carylon.
But he didn't say it. He wasn't quite
ready to give up the notion that he was
much abused mortal. He was one of
the sort who like to nurse a grievance,
and who magnify molehills into noun
tains.
''Not love you? OF course | do" re-
sponded he somewhat sheepishly.
"No you do-o-n't," sobbed his wife.
''Well-but-see here, my love" be-
gan Jack Carylon, with the idea of re-
hearsing the whole subject, and making
it plain to the feminine understanding
that he was in the right.
Mrs. Carylon perceived his bent.
81 wish you wouldn't say another
word to me, jack" she cried pettishly.
"Well, | won't, then" answered Mr..
c., boiling the remainder Of his break
fast, and hastily leaving the room. In
another minute the front door shut with
bang, and the little wife was left alone
for the day.
The Carylons occupied small, cozy
cottage In the suburbs, and Bessie, who
had been brought up by smart, ambi-
tious aunt, was most capable house-
keeper, and preferred to dispense with
hired help, except for the washing and
ironing. True, with Jack at work in the
city, her days were rather lonely, but
then the joy of the reunions
Her cry over, Mrs. Bessie speedily re-
sumed her customary cheerfulness (for
she was a sunny tempered, warm-heart-
ed little woman) and proceeded to make
delicacies of which she knew her liege
lord was particularly fond, being well
aware that ''the way to mans heart is
through his stomach"
In this labor of love the forenoon pass
ed quickly, and the afternoon being fair
was devoted to making calls.
1t was nearly the hour for their late
dinner when she returned. Jack had
not come in, and she fastened to lay out
his slippers and lounging jacket, hum
ming a snatch of his favorile song, while
she went about the final preparations for
the meal.
But the moments passed, and length
ened into dreary season of waiting, un-
til the evening was far advanced.
Too apprehensive to feel hunger, Mrs.
Carylon fidgeted about the house, now
peering eagerly out into the darkness,
anon consulting the noisy time-piece, or
running out to the kitchen to try and
keep the feast from spelling. She could
hardly repress the tears as ten, then
eleven. struck. Never, in their brief
married life, had her husband spent an
evening from home, unless really obliged
to do SO, and then he had notified her of
his intention. She knew not what to
think OF this unwonted absence, and her
loving heart began to imagine all sorts
of terrible things as having happened.
A sharp ring at the bell startled the
thoroughly nervous wife. AS she timid-
ly opened the front door part way, a tel
egram was thrust into her hand With
trembling fingers she tore it open and
read, John Carylon run over and seri-
ously injured. Come without delay
For moment it seemed as if she
should die, the shock was so sudden and
overwhelming. But she soon rallied
bravely, paid and dismissed the messen-
ger, and hastily putting on her outer gar
ments, started forth for the address
given.
There was no car in sight, but anxiety
for her husbands safety made her un-
mindful of the lateness of the hour; his
danger swept away every thought of
self. "NIy darling, oh, my darling ="
she moaned, "if heaven only spares you
to me, I'll never, never speak a cross
word to you again. Oh Jack p
1t was full twenty minutes walk be-
fore the place was reached.
Where is the injured mani" she
asked, painting for breath.
'ln there, num-" answered a rough
looking individual.
y The room she entered was redolent of
"A tobacco and whisky. A sickening dread
= oppressed her. The close air made her
b faint. A number Of common-looking