Nevada County picayune., 1886-10-20

can't wait all day.
 Tom didn't speak a bit cross on l ly emphaticallv, but l was out of humor that morning and my head ached badly from sitting up the night before. Tom had gone to a supper for the second time since our marriage, given by some of his bachelor friends, and had come home the worst for it, it had pro- voked me intensely. So l had to follow him to bed in silence, and awoke none the better pleased from my sleep on the morning just alluded to To make the matter worse, just as he spoke to me about the button, the knife with winch l was cutting the bread for hs lunch, slipped, intlicting deep gash in my hand, and the baby awoke and set up her sharp little cry from the cradle all in one and the same moment.
 "You can't wait as long as l did last night, I reckon" l replied sharply, really angry at last. Don't hurry me, l do all l can and more than I am able to do with one pair of hands,"
 Tom dropped his button and turned toward me. with startled, "wby Lucy
 "Don't Lucy me-" l retorted, throwing down the bread and catching up the baby, while the blood streamed from my hand over her white gown.
 "You've done enough. You've broken my heart. l wish l had never seen you. 1 wish l was back again with my father and mother" l broke down with burst of hysterical tears, and see ing the blood on my nand, Tom came over and knelt down beside me.
 "Why, Lucy," he said, his voice and eyes full of tenderness. "You've cut your hand, why didn't you say so? Here, give me the child while you bind it up. See how it bleeds" But 1 snatched her away and went on sobbing. Don't cry, Lucy" he continued, stroking the hair back from my forehead. "Please, don't, l know l have done wrong, dear, but l didn't mean to. tell in with some of the old boys, and they pursuaded me against my will, but it's the last time, Lucy, it's the last time.n
 Why didn't turn to him then and help and encourage him? Be- cause my mean tyranous temper got the better of my woman's heart.
 "Oh, yes" I said, sneeringly; ''it is easy enough to make fine promises. You told the same thing before, how can you expect me to believe you.'
 Tom was spirited and quick fem pered, great loving hearted men al ways are, he sprang to his feet like flash, and before he had time to speak or think had left the room. i tossed the child into the cradle and ran to the door, but it was too late. He had gone. l just caught a glimpse of him turning the corn CT. | went back to the little lhreakfast room; how blank and drear it looked. and what sharp stinging thorn there was in the core of my heart. l loved Tom and he loved me. We had been married only eighteen months and this was our first quarrel l sat down with the baby in my arms, needless of my morning work, and fell to thinking. All the old happy days came back, and one in par. ticular. when we sat in Dunberry W ood. it was in autumn and all the world seemed in blaze of gold as the sun slid down, and the soirrels chattered overhead, drop ping d ripe nut now and then in my lap. As sat there with the last rose of summer in my hair, knitting a purse for Tom,
 "Lucy,' he said, as l wove in the last golden stitches, "lou'Ne knit my love, my very life up in that purse; tell me now, before You finish it, how is it to be- Am to have you, and-Oh, l won't