New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-12-13

| and added Ma thinks I've gone TO bed, but
| L did want to come, in here minute"
| She sat down on q stool and leaned up against
| her sister. stroking Marmaduke's sleepy head as
| she did so.
us that the way they all areP" she asked.
| "Anp"
4 mean all the men out in the world Do
they all have that kind of lovely, lovely way
as If they. were making love to you, and yet
want exaetlyP 1 mean that they are just long
ing to make love, only that they mustn't?
| can't tell exactly what / mean, but OH isn't 1T
beautiful? 1 didn't know there could be just
| such kind of mans that. / know one thing,
| though
She spoke the last sentence with great emphasis
| What is it?"
II s'pose it's real silly of me, but do think
| IL I was Mr.. Bradford l should be just's maids
could he TO have that fellow round, and do you
| know what q softly kind of a voice he has the
| minute he speaks TO you, Roweny? L should
] think you'd be as proud as time Of it, and you
can't find bit of fault with it, nor do anything
| about it but should be hoppin mad II l was
| Mr.. Bradford"
| Rowena's face was burning. The years OF
self control and repression which had been neces-
sary for the country girl seemed at this moment
to go for nothing. But this girl was not right;
she could not be right. She turned to her almost
| fercely.
Sarah Kimball," she said. "yOu don't
know what you're talking about. You
don't know what fattering, gentle way some men
Of the world have toward women And ROBERT
Soule is we'll known for just what you have
described. Every woman thinks 1t is she alone
in whom he is interested That's his way.
The other remained silent short time. Then
she looked up and said:
II don't care what you say, Rowena, sh'd be
real mad if I was Mr.. Bradford"
Rowens laughed now.
"You may he sure that Keats isn't real mad.
Now 90 to bed, and don't dream Of Mr.. Soule.
She took her sister in her arms and kissed her
tendery She wondered why her heart had that
dull ache in it.
The dull ache continued the next day. winch
was snowy. with not sound outside from the
time when the boys went of to school unul they
came home at night The only break in the time
was when it was discovered that Nathan Henry
had not filled the wood-box in the porch, as ne
was supposed to do every day. Rowena was glad
no kilt up her skirts and 20 out In the storm and
do her brothers work.
But these repeated attempts to return to some OF
the customs of her childhood seemed to bring only
sadness to her. Life had utterly changed. She
could not shrink any longer from that faca
She painted in the morning hours with q kind
of exhilaration which lasted until the afternoon.
Then the hours were interminable.
Sometimes Philip Barrett called little before
seven in the evening. He sat and gazed at her
and could not talk. She would go to her room
and then she would hear him and Sarah Kimbail
engaged in steady conversation. She could not
know that his part consisted chiefly Of questions
about her.
She wrote to her husband, who was in New-York
ON what he called business. His notes. however.
were brief.
She rose cold morning with sense that her
brain was becoming benumbed. She asked Nathan
Henry if he thought he could carry her to the
station in Middle Village. She would go to Boston
and see about taking some rooms there. She
wanted to be in town for some exhibitions.
II thought you'd be gittin tired of u.s." said
her mother; but wish you could be contented
to stay"
I'm not tired Of you" replied Rowena,
in tremulous voice. She went round the
breakfast-table and put her arms over her
mothers shoulders. "Pm only tired of myself.
1 must 20. You see my old life is strange to
me. can't get used to it,"
She felt like sobbing, but she swallowed that
inclination and went on quite cheerfully to tell
what she wanted to do in Boston. And would
Nathan Henry take her?
Nathan Henry began to enumerate the in
superable objections which lay in the way of
his Harvesting that morning. But his younger
sister babe him shortly to shut up m go out
n harness" AS there were times when Nate
Hen obeyed Sarah Kimball, and this
of the times, he went grumbling out of the room
taking his brother with him. He came back in
few moments to say the sharves Of the covered
wagon want fit to 60 out"
"Tie up the sharves, then" commanded Sarah
Kimball, and she went in person to see about the
wagon. -.
The mother and daughter looked at each other
Il do wish you was real happy, Roweny," said
Mrs Tuttle. "Your father"-here she paused
your father'd be jest heart-broken if he thought
his girl want happy
"Oh, don't grleve, mother" hurriedly answered
Rowepa "if I'm not perfectly happy it's my own
fault. And do have days, when my work goes
right, when wouldn't change places with any
one on earth Oh those are royal days It's
foolish to be striving for happiness don't you
think mother?" eagerly. The more strive
the more it eludes us. Let only dQ worthy
work."
But woman needs something more said
Mrs Tutte pushing back from the table with
vigorous movement " 'Taint no use for her 10
think she en- git long jest with business to take
up her mind yes, she can git along, but she'll
want something else
Don't talk that way, mother!' exclaimed
Rowena, with a touch of impatience. That is
such foolish old-fashioned way TO talk. And
it's not true woman is individual as much
as man is Some of them are clinging vines and
some are not. Just because person is woman
is no reason why she must be merged in Some
body else. i do dislike that way of looking at
things"
Mrs futile gazed wstfuly at her daughter.
She did not know how TO answer her. She felt