The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-10-02

with q warmth unknown for years
She Ionged to- tell her husband how
much she appreciated his trouble, but
imagined it would sound $50 foolish
that she kept her pleasure to herself.
The third Sabbath was rainy, and
as she washed the breakfast dishes
Mrs. Tucker kept thinking, II wonder
if Samuel means to come for me this
noon: it would be such a help in the
rain: Pm half a mind to ask himl'
This resolution was soon stifled, with
the reasoning which had silenced many
similar resolves in the past ten years.
"NO, | won't ask no favors; ii hedon't
think enough of me to come, why he
needn't" Although proudly unwilling
to seek any attentions Jane longedfor
some demonstration of her husbands
love and care; she had walked home
in the rain too often to greatly dread
such exposure; but a week before the
wife had tasted the Joy of being CON
sidered, and longed for some new and
further proof of her companions af-
lection.
Mrs. fuckers heart leaped for Joy,
when at noon she saw the old mares
head from the lecture-room window.
Indeed her hungering heart became
quite unmanageable, and entering the
carriage door, melted Jane sobbed out;
"Im sure it's very good of you, Sam
uel, to come back for me this rainy
day." and then the tears fowedsofast
that further words were impossible.
Completely taken by surprise, Mr..
Tucker exclaimed: 81 declare hadn't
no idea you'd careso much about it,"
II wouldn't mind the walk" re-
sponded the wife, "but-Samuel-Tm
so happy to have you-care enough
about me to GOMEZ"
The strong man was brushing away
a tear from his own cheek now; his
tenderer better nature was mastering
the hard, selfish spirit which had long
| possessed him, and with coughing and
choking he said: "Jane, Isee Ivemade
an awful botch of our married life; If
you're a mind to forgive me, I'll see ii
| can't treat you from day to day IS
woman ought to be treated"
This confession was all too much for
the weeping wife, and she answered,
quickly:
YOU'RE not a bit more to blame
than l am; I've been proud and OBJ
stinate; but | tell you what it is, we'll
begin all over again"
The ice was now thoroughly broken,
and that afternoon Farmer Tucker
and his wife had a long talk owe the
| past and future. And in the evening
when they were about to start for the
| prayer-meeting to be held in the neigh
boring school house, the renewed hus-
band stopped and kissed his wife, say
ing:
"Jane, I've been q thinking that
married life ain; so different from
farming or any other occupation. Now
| amt such a fool as to think a field
will keep a-yielding if / only enrich it
once and plant it once; / have to go
over the same ground every season;
and here | suppose you was a-goIng
to always do as you did when we we're
a counting, without my doing my part
at all"
IF I hadn't changed any, maybe
you would always have been as ten
der as you used to be-" pleaded the
wife.
Perhaps so and perhaps not; but |
don't mean to leave you to try no such
plan. / tell you what it is, Jane, !
feel as if We hadn't never been really
married till to-day. 1t most seems
as if we ought to take a wedding tow
err"
"Tm afraid we'll have to wait until
next summer for that" was the smil-
ing response.
III suppose we shall, but we'll taksit
then certain; and I'll tell you where
wen 90, wife-that's to Chautauquyl'
The Congregationalist.