Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-01-10

" men luck was III MS way lie cedSeu 10
trouble himself about trying to write any
thing.
So, now and then gambling, and, when
very much pushed for ready money, writ
ing Ii tie, he had cOntrived. with the
$ all income which he received from his
fathers trustees, to exc out an existence
and to keep up an appearance, however
threadbare before such society as still
acknowledged him,
In a wicker cha I, near the open window
Of the long studio, as 1t Is still called, one
fine warm evening in June, sat Mrs. At
wood. A handsome woman, with sad
earnest face, deeply intent upon manu-
featuring children's clothes out of some of
her husbands cast-oH garments, blanche
Atwood scarcely looked the age to which
she reall owned Her tive and twenty
years had brought mach trouble with them
the last sX any rate and 1t was only
her buoyant and determined disposition
hich enabled her 20 brave her trials AMI
present hap y ext riOr 10 the world In
general. Now she was alone, and there
was no need TO wear the mask.
Presently sh drO p'd her work upon
her lap, ant, r; ising het eyes YEARLY,
looked at the clock on the mantle i &c.
"a 0uar,er past eight How late George
is tn night she urmured. 'lle said he
would be certain to come home at seven!
| Poor iellOw--it is dull home for him.
wonder ii he has been fortunate enough
! to get his story takcn?'
eff you please, M exclaimed mid
| die aged woman, suddenly entering the
room, "hadn | better bring u your sup
per? There 1t is all get'in' spo,lt! |
can keep aster's 'ot for i'm in the hoven.
| DO ave little mouthful of someth n,
there's dear! 1t amt goo for you ago
| in so ong without nothink."
40, thank you, Hi a)eth, replied
Mrs. Atwood, smiling. at is kind Of you
to think of me; but really l am not in the
least hungry. ! would far sooner wait
until your master comes home. He won't
be long now. -
Very well, M remarked Eli abeth
aloud. Then she added to herself as she
went back to the kitchen, "Drat I'm and
! lis ways, that's wot | say! Always car
ryin' on with is grand airs and s line
| friends, and er a starvin' of erself and
workin OF 'er finger-ends of to keep them
blessed babes. It's a shame, that's wot it
is AMI fer two pins I'd up and tell i'm
so! But no; ed give me my month, sup
pose; nj TO cave er as we known since
swaddun' closes. and 'er cherubs is wOt
! Lizbuth 'Awk ms could never bring 'er
| cart to face"
And .lizabeth Hawkins, having thus
far relieved her mind, sat down with her
tee upon the kitchen fender and had
goo cry.
When she had given full sway to her
emotions she got up and walked into the
sculery, and, having rubbed her face
severely with the wet corner of a rough
towel, she begun to feel herself again.
1 al hn I.1ip .aI
There amt nothing in this world, TO my
mind, as does one more good when feelin'
low and upset than cry. Not that | d
let her see a sign of it on me-not me
b ess 'er cart mol She's plenty to try FER
and wOrrit 'er, without Ii buth 'Awkins
a-upsettin of err A lamb, that's what
she is-a blesse limb but for i'm b,
my, If that amt is blessed step; and
there o comes up the garden path, with
is 'andsom face and is 'eartless inside,
ust as bold as brass 'Anso ! cab too to-
night 'ansom cab; and 'er stintin' o:
erself Of the very foo she eats All,
Id 'ansom cab i'm il e belonged to me
Yes, sir; supper cutie ready, SIR; I'll
bring it up in minute, sir"
Elizabeth's last re uark was in response
to manly voice shouting own the sta rs
to in uire If there was anything to eat in
the house.
1t was characteristic of George Atwood
that his tirsf tho ights upon his return
home were not for h wife who ha spent
the ay in shaving for his household S
co fort n r for his children, as to wheth
or they were well or ailing.
/ ii wonder what on earth Blanche has
got fit to eat, was the sole idea that oc-
Cured TO him as he opened the front door
Whe her Blanche ha had anything to
eat herself all day was not likely TO trouble
him !uch.
Mrs. a wool had not heard him cone
In but, when he called out from the top
of the stairs to Eli abeth, she spran :
up fro her chair, with an express ion of
Joy upon her face, and hurr g out to wei
come hun.
"Dear George" she cried, chow tired
and hungry you must be"-and she made
a movement as though shs would have
kisse him.
! "Tired-yes. There, there-;hat will
do, Blanche Can you see when fellow
doesn't care about ute so much affection?
! Get us something to eat, for goodness
sake. Embraces will keep: 1 am hungry"
res, dear you mus, he. | di not
mean to annoy you " replied his wife
submisslveiy. a. on said you would be
home by seven, you know, and | had such
n ce little supper ready for you. There
! is some beef-steak pie, and"
! - cry well, then. Let us have 1t up
without any more palaver; We can talk
about Il q forwards. -
Mrs. Atwood waited patiently until her
husband had eaten his supper. She pre-
tended to eat also. but whatever apps ite
she may have had before had gone from
her now.
By degrees he seemed 10 recover his
temper, and after he had pushed away his
plate and lighted cigarette he said
'Well, you don't ask me how got on
to-daY? | sa old Morton out that story
l sent him. He has had IL nearly two
months OF course he will not have 1t. l
need not tell you that-my luck's dead
out-that wha 5 the matter with me.
The old beggar had the CHEEK to find fault
with 1t. in sort of halfhearted way. At
last asked him straight out what was
the matter with It? Then he began to
mutter something about tautology. did
not uuite catch what he did say. Tautol-
ogy indeed! III tautolog,e him some
day, and pay him out Jolly well for his
impudence "
lever mind darIing!" said his wife,
rising from her chair and resting her hand
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