Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-11-03
FROM THE CUTTINGS.
NELLIE BUR.
Continually
CHAPTER III.

then he went to the house, and throwing the hoe
on the porch with bang, he went out to put up
the horses accusing women the meanwhile of al
most everything cruel and vicious under the SUM-
Mrs. Cutting had recovered her pleasant frame of
mind before Mr.. Cutting entered the house half
hour later, but knowing her husband as she did,
she determined to say nothing to him.
He, too, was not quite SO il-tempered when he
came back in the house, and after making several
observations about women and horses ETC., he said
II believe I'll go to town myself tomorrow.
Mrs. Cutting worked on in silence.
II have some important business to see to-"
said Mr.. Cutting, looking inquringly at his wife,
but neither his words or look called forth any an
swer.
''Why don't you say something" presently
asked Mr. Cutting; forgetting to add that women
were the most unsocable creatures in the world.
''What do you want me to, say, Mr.. Cutting? 1t
is not necessary for to say you may 60. You have
already said you were going, and you always do as
you please; but, am afraid you will be sorry, to
say nothing of myself, if you go.''
told him he would be sorry if he went, but he was
man, and she was only woman, so her advice
was not allowed to change his plans.
Accordingly, early the next morning, Mr.. Cut
ting started off to town, bright and early to dis
pose of his milk and butter, Mrs. Cutting remain
ing at home and busying herself with her house
hold duties. AS the morning passed Mrs. Cutting
cast anxious gances toward the clock; and, as the
noon hour drew nigh and no Mr.. Cutting came
with it, troubled look came into her face, and at
every sound she stopped and listened, thinking,
perhaps it was the distant rattle of the milk wagon.
But the dinner hour arrived, dinner was cooked and
dinner stood waiting for Mr.. Cutting until it was
cold, and still he did not come.
Mrs. Cutting took her knitting and went out on
the porch to watch for him, and when her anxiety
had almost given way to alarm, towards the close
of the afternoon, she saw him driving down the
home road 1t only took one glance at him to
prove to her that her worst fears had not been
without foundation.
Mr. Cutting jumped from the wagon, and, with
out saying word to his wife, went quickly into
the house.
Mrs. Cutting drew heavy sigh as he brushed
past her, and after few moments OF thought she
arose and putting her knitting in her chair, walked
slowly toward the hungry, waiting horses
After she had fed and watered the horses and
put them in the barn, she entered the house.
There on the first bed he had come to, which
happened to be Mrs. Cuttings "spare bed''-the
one covered with her worsted OUTLAY her hus-
band He had not even taken off his hat or his
boots. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes half
closed, while the room was filled with the fumes of
whisky.
Mrs. Cutting took in the disgusting picture in
moment, and opened her lips as if to speak, butshe
did not. She put her finger over them, and going
to the kitchen proceeded to make fire and cook
some supper for her husband when he should
awake,
(To be connued0