Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1885-08-05

sympathy. And the gentle breeze, signing
around the town anemometer, whispered
words of hope and encouragement.
EPISODE Iv.-''LOvE WILL FIND ITS WAY"
''Mr. and Mrs. Cottle's Chemically Pre-
pared English Mullins" were very popular.
''Mr. and Mrs. Cottle's Chemically Pre-
pared Sponge Cake" was the children's
favofite sweet. "Mr. and Mrs Cottle's
Chemically-Prepared Macaroni" had an
enormous sale.
They had been married three years, and
were looked upon as benefactors of their
age. They found it exceedingly profitable
to be benefactors. They were growing
rich, and their home was as comfortable as
science could make it. But science was
not enough.
4 y
Cottle was sitting by the window of his
laboratory refreshing his mind by reading
DIR. Lindley Kemp's "Phases of Matter" !"
Hypatia entered the room on tiptoe, stole
up behind him, and placed her hands over
his eyes.
"Hypatiap' he exclaimed impatient!y,
chow many times have l told you not to
do that when l am reading? I should
think a woman Of your brains would know
better than to be SO silly
II am sorry, Alfred" she said, peni-
tently.
"Well, what do you want9 Have you
any new idea?"
''No, can't say that I have, Alfred.
But l haven't seen you since breakfast
time, and I am afraid you'll overwork
yourself, and
tsyNbx, Hrro4;o ,r1,o4 x,oonoxoo ,xo.. ..,
talking. Overwork myself! Do you sup
so foolish as that?"
She was silent and gazed upon the floor.
"What do you want, anyhow, Hypatia?"
But Hypatia did not know. She had
been brought up on strictly scientific prin-
c1ples, and had been taught to abhor poe
try, art, beauty, and emotion. She had
been loved once by this man; but then he
was poet, and she had despised him.
Now she was his wife, and he was great
chemist. She loved him with love that
would have frightened her had she not
been able to measure it's intensity. He
was her king. Poor Hypatia 1t did
seem hard that after twenty years of life
in le-of-three community she should
turn out to be only woman. But time
found her balm she had not looked for,
and Hypatia learned that mans heart
was sometimes to be touched in strange
ways.
"Well, den, was it's mammals it too bit
o. darling; and did a pin tick? Was it a
bad old pin? Well, it dess was. den.
Goo, goo, goo"'
Cottle looked up from his book with a
troubled glance.
"Always mumbling over the baby now,"
he thought; emo time for anything but the
baby"
''Well, den, mamma dess whip dat bad
old pin. Dere! dere! dere Now dat pin
dees mighty sorry it tick poor ittoo bit
o. baby. Now, danoeedancee. Dunn It'd
dy um tum, tiddyiddy UNI! Dunn tiddy
um, tiddywiddy tum!''
'.For goodness sake, Hypatia," ex-
claimed Cottle, losing all patience, ''do
stop singing that confounded nonsense"
"Why, Alfred, it's to amuse the baby!"
''Well, it doesn't amuse me. You never
think about me any more-it's all baby,
baby, baby the whole blessed time"
And Cottle paced up and down the room
angrily. Hypatia studied his face intently
for moment. Then she rose from her
seat, summoned the nurse, and sent the
baby screaming from the room.
ooh, you needn't have sent your 'ittoo
darling away on my account" snapped
Cottle.
And then he paused in his walk in utter
amazement, for Hypatia had burst into a
fit of laughter that seemed almost hysteri-
cal.
''Now, what's the matter?" asked Cot
tie.
Hypatia went up to him and laid her
hands upon his shoulders.
''Alfred," she said, 81 am very happy"
"Why9'
'sBecause you are jealous of the baby"
"Rubbishp' he exclaimed, turning away.
But she caught him by the arm, and
gently pushed him into big chair, sat
down upon his knee and laid her fair head
upon his shoulder.
"I am very happy" she murmured.
He was silent for moment, and then he
asked, with puzzled air:
''Why?'
. She put her arms about his neck and
drew his head down so that he could see
the marvellous light in her eyes, and said:
"Because at last you love me, dear"
A PANIED, troubled look swept over Cot
ties face. He seemed to be searching for
some thing away back in the past Slowly,
very slowly, the light came to him.
"Hypatia," he said, ''tell me-did not
once-some time far back-haye this feel
ing for you that you call love?''
Eyes, dear"
81 think-I think remember
He relapsed into thought, and for some
little space of time there was silence be-
tween them. Then he turned his head and
looked into her eyes with gaze that made
her tremble.