St. Paul daily globe., 1885-12-20

discouraged air, leaving his young wife
with hot, bitter words on her lips, and
proud, defiant flush on her pretty face.
Their quarrel. like many others, had orig
mated in tritle, but one word bringing on
another the result was more serious diff
ference than they had before had.
Lucille was very uncomfortable She
knew in her heart of hearts that
she had felt cross and was much more than
half in the wrong. Indeed. as she re-
membered Pliny's kind low voice and lov-
ing words her anger melted perceptibly and
she said aloud, Il must try harder to con-
Quer my temper, or some judgment will
surely overtake me. Here am l, in the
coSleSt of little homes, with the kindest and
most devoted husband in all the world, and
l do love him so! but my pride will not be
brooked. Pliny is so kind, l should think
he would bear with me and not cross me in
this one thing" And indeed, this is Just
what Pliny had decided to do, although he
pictured that in time, what might be a
undetermined woman of the highest type
would become but a selfish, unhappy
creature displeased with herself with him
and with life generally. Yet he saw no
other way left With all his quiet torbear-
ance and gentle rebuking and at last firm
authority, his efforts had proved abortive
and now he felt driven to take passive
position and let matters go as they might
Pliny was Sorely grieved. He dearly loved
this bright, capable girl so richly endowed
with talent and beauty, and with a sacred
pride he longed to see her develop in
beauties of character and heart as well as
those OF person and mind. He was think
Ing thus glQomlly OF Their recent unpleasant
ness when messenger bow put a telegram
in his hand and stood waiting the answer.
1t was summon TO his fathers death-bed
and read, Come at once" Hastily writ
ing reply and giving it to the boy to be
dispatched at once. he paid him and began
making hasty preparations for leaving his
business.
Lucille meanwhile had been carefully
darning a tiny rent in the sleeve of
PlnY'S best coax An hour before she
had found it hanging in the wardrobe with
a card pinned over the rent. on
which was written in Pliny's round. full
hand, ITO the person who darns this rent
will give a reward of S5." This is just
like Pliny," thought Lucille, softly smiling
while she examined the tiny three-cornered
hole. Her face grew tender and the cold,
proud look was dying from her eyes.
Dear, good. noble Plinl l wish l could
control my pride and tell him frankly at
dinner how sorry l am. and how l know L
am all to blame and how | despise my
hateful temper: but l cannot. | Will try
very hard to curb it next time. however. -
She had just finished the darning, and hung
the garment away, when she thought of the
card, and turning it over, she wrote on the
opposite side. Virtue is its own reward. -
cannot ask him to forgive me, or even tell
him am sorry, but I will just pin this over
the darned rent, and he will find it there.
Butjust then the door was hurriedly thrown
open, and Pliny came rapidly in. L have
lust fifteen minutes to catch the train.
Read this, Lucille, dear, and please pack a
change of linen in my yalise. There, you
have darned my coat like a good girl. 1
will write you as soon as [ arrive, and will
return as soon as circumstances permit. /
shall want to hear from my little wife every