Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-10-30

But Mrs. Horseley hurried out ofthe
room. In a few minutes she tapped al
Mrs. Morgan's chamber door. She car
ried a pretty dinner dress; it was fan
tastically trimmed and a little soiled.
..Bess. dear, we used TO be just tho
same size. Won't you wear this for
meE'
Mrs. Morgan glanced at the gown
and then at her friends face.
L would prefer to wear my own,
Kitty" she said coldly, unless you
very much wish it"
Il do wish it. Some people are com
ing for dinner
Il understand. ! will wear it,"
Mrs. Horseley laid down the dress
and fingered uncomfortably.
Il meant TO be kind, Bessy," she
said.
The tears stood in Mrs. Morgan's gen
tie eyes.
Il know, " she said. ''This pride is
wicked in me, l suppose. l am used to
taking old clothes at home from strang-
ers. But you've were girls together,
you know, and equals. And now TO
think that you have TO clothe me that
1 may not disgrace you in the eyes Of
our friends. 1t hurtsr
The visit of the Morgans lasted a
week; it was the first time that they
had come to their old home since their
marriage, sixteen years ago.
I'VE never could afford it," Mr..
Morgan said to his host, the morning
of his arrival. If we ever saved a dol
lar or two it was needed for the children
five Of them, -ou know. Bessy and
l could not spend it on ourselves. So
you can guess the delight with which
we read your letter and found that we
could really see the old house again"
He gave his friends hand a hearty
wrench. looking into his face with glow.
ing eyes. Much of William Morgan's
power over men lay in his genial, affec-
tionate nature and in his gay courage.
Among his old classmates now his
laugh Yang out as heartily as when he
was a boy This was during the first
day of his visit; after that his wife no.
ticed that ne grew grave and thought.
full. On the night Of the banquet he
came home with a haggard face, and
sat down beside her without a word. .
Are you not going to tell me about
it, WillT' she said. You have been
looking forward to this reunion as the
happiest day in your life. Were all Of
your old friends thereF'
Yes" he said, rousing himself
"Only one OF two were absent. 1t was
very pleasant TO hear the accounts OF
their lives. The boys have been very
successful, as a rule. Two or three
have made brilliant regulations at the
bar, one is an eminent surgeon and
several are enormously rich, like JACK
Horseley. I'-he stopped, rose and
walked ~nervously to the window,
with a houseful of children, am
starving on six hundred a year." he
broke forth passionately.
Mrs. Morgan did not answer at once;
usually her face burned bright and
clear. But she was human, and she
had seen Mrs. Horseley's butler glance
at her gown tonight, recognizing it as
one of his mistress, and Mrs. HOrseley
had amused her by showing her little
girls Partisan toilets for the coming
winter. Mrs. Morgan turned v e the
dainty CONNECTIONS, smiling, thinking of
her own girls patched shoes.
Why" she thought, should this
child be wrapped in velvet and lace
while mine have not iannels to keep
them from the coldf'
The question is as old as the world
so was the doubt that looked out of the
eyes of wife and husband as they faced
] their life that night.
do not tell me / made a mistakei"
he said almost fiercely, turning On her.
81 chose to serve God instead of max
ing money. / thought / was right"
You were right, Will" But her
! tones were dull and cold. Let us go
to sleep now. IwiSh we had not come
here. am glad we are going back to
morrow"
They were at breakfast the next
morning; the shabby little trunk had
been sent to the station. The world
probably looked different to them both
in the healthy morning light. Mrs.
Morgan's blue eyes had regained some
thing Of their happy calm. She was
watching Lucy HOrseley critically, and
thinking that her own girls had stronger
muscles and stronger brains with which
to meet the world. Life had compen-
sations, Just balances, after all. Her
husband was talking to Mr.. Horseley.
II asked Tom Hare about the tami-
~" he said, but he evaded the ques-
ton"
mo wonderi He had a son who
went to the dogs. So did Cartoons
boy. The usual story Of American lads,
born to huge fortunes, launched on life
without work or sense Of responsibility,
and a vast sum to spendl Your IONS
will have a tremendous advantage in
o- --sEh aIuraffon hfUb min.