Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-06-30
A REAL AWAKENING.

was twenty anu hau uecu WIZ LOT TWO
years
4, another direction. A man was com.
,rc mn tho walk. II was hor husband.
Did sho run TO meet him with words Of
,releomo and cnrcss from her dimplcd
,rmsf Oh, no. he had taught her better
Nan thas she bitterly thought. quickly
rpeurling her dainty feet and speeding
away TO hor kitchen. How gracefully
tbe ran avail The motion was like "a
startled fawns. But she was pcoring
fobarly into tho stove oven when tho
kitchen doorway was darl,cncd by tho
entrance Of John Hardy, her husband.
as ,uppcr rcadyy he asked.
No word Of greeting further; no word
Of praise for the pretty, flushed face
nothing but careless glanccs at the pan
Of crisp. brown mullins sho was carrying
20 sido table.
without glancing mp sho answered,
.ln fow moments, John"
He turned ON his heel, going out 10
ba,hs his hot face aud hands. Lucille
how we'll tho namo suited tho dainty,
delicate facc.-hastily arranged her tea.
table and rang the bell. John cano In,
eat down ind silently proceeded to eat,
helping himself, not noticing tho iaco
opposite.
another cup Of coffee"
She gave 1t 10 him, saying nnyiously,
"Docs everything sui. your
"Ycs. Oh, yes he answered care
le.sly. sull no word Of prailc. iior
face became downca.t What u fool
fhc was To expect praise for anything
fho did, she wcaiily told hcrclf ns sho
ct tho dining room IN order. Her hUs-
band was at the door AMIN. "Lucille,
hayo % bed ready when | como back
I'm going 10 tho depot for our new
bOardcr.'
New boQrdorl oh, john, touigh,y'
"Ycs," and his shadow disappeared
from tho doorway.
And this was her first intelligence Of
tho fact that John had taken boarlor
Cor tho summer Oh, why had he not
told hor sooner But this was Johns
way IN all things-not to mako a conf.
dant of her--and with leadcn feet sho
vent up 10 the "sparc room" to array
tho bed In sheets, etc O,horwiseit was
always In order. After fresh wntcr hnd
been brought aud fresh towels laid ont,
she gavc last weary glance around,
then descended 90 tho kitchen again. OF
course tho stranger would want supper.
81 am so tired Of it all, she sighed.
And yet why was she weary and tirodi
sho was tho healthy young wife OF u
prosperous young farmer. Either Lu-
ellie Evans should not havo married a
farmer, or olse. sho should havo been ed.
uca,od with tho idea Of being farmers
wifo, She was village girl, having had
MI tho exaggerated ideas Of such girls Of
the sweets OF farm life. John Hardy
bad thought her extremely pretty. and
had thought she would become m excel.
lent manager and capital housckccper
under his tuition II no was satisfied,
she had become tho two latter In spirit.
less, plodding way, unlike what the
blithcsomo Lucille Ind been two years
ago.
Before sho had relgindlcd tho fire tho
spring wagon was heard 10 stop. As sho
hastily blew tho Pine into u blaze her
husbands voice sounded;
Lucille, Mr.. Bellairs must have sup
per-"
Indeed, no." And Lucille got slowly
Up from her knees and turned about.
Mover had she heard such q singularly
lwoet voice. Mr.. Bellairs had taken In
The situation at glance. Tho wife was
The servant hero. llc would rather 30
70 bed hungry than add 10 her toll.
any wife," John had the grace TO say.
Mr.. Bellairs bowed and Lucille looked
1t him drcamily. All! hero was -
knight
~ want nothing 20 much as bed, /
hincd at ard wish for nothing moro
ill breakfast"
"'rho room is quite ready" she said in
low, gontlo voice.
John took up lamp and Mr.. Bollairs
bowed good night.
Ho glanced hastily about his room.
Everything was cxquisitoly neat and
fragrant, but no mentally resolved that
his own strong feet aud hands should
pump water aud do all that was necos.
Iary for his own comfort. Then 10
gazed curiously at john. IAN OK" no
nwardly decided.
But in this ho was wrong. John was
like tho majority OF eastern farmers
ihrowd, sensiblo, well road In nowspa-
pers, progressive ON the farm, but total.
~ misunderstanding woman's life and
woman's work.
81 always try 10 conform 10 the rules
Of tho house where | board. Do you
breakfast Mt mn unearthly hour" ho
laughed.
John answered seriously, "oh, no; 40
breakfast Just at dry"
Mr.. Bellairs roceded.
81 had thought o'clock early"
at may DO for you, but not for VS.
However, my wifo will SEQ that you
have your breakfast at any hour you
WISH
~ could not think ho was begin
ming, but John was closing tho door on
his rctroating form.
IL was y o'clock the noxt morning
when Mr.. Bellairs opened tho dining
room door, whore Lucille was sholling
peas She glanced up quickly and he
bowed graYSly,
II am truly sorry am so late, he
mnrmured, guilty feeling that he wa.
not sorry bit,
"oh' my husband told mo You woull
not want breakfast till s. Ii YOU will
kindly SIT down will wait on YOU"
"But tell mo, do you really thinl,
am savage
INC pretty woman. nnntod IN rnttnr,