Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-07-08

knight!
IL want nothing 80 much as bed. !
dined at Z ard wish for nothing more
till breakfast"
1.-THE room is quite ready" she said In
low, gentle voice.
John took up lamp and Mr.. Bellairs
bowed good night.
He glanced hastily about his room.
Everything was exquisitely neat and
fragrant, but he mentally resolved that
his own strong feet and hands should
pump water and do all that was neces-
sary for his own comfort. Then he
gazed curiously at John. "An OK" he
inwardly decided.
But In this he was wrong John was
like the majority OF eastern farmers
shrewd, sensible, well read In newspa-
pers, progressive ON tho farm, but total
ly misunderstanding woman's life and
q woman's work.
"l always try to conform to the rules
| Of the house where ! board. Do you
breakfast at an unearthly hourY' he
laughed.
John answered seriously. "Oh. no; we
breakfast just at day."
Mr. Bellairs receded.
II had thought 8 o'clock early"
1T may be for you, but not for us.
| However, my wife will see that you
have youY breakfast at any hour you
wish"
81 could not think"- he was begin
ming, but John was closing the door on
his retreating form.
II was o'clock the next morning
when Mr.. Bellairs opened the dining
room door. where Lucille was shelling
peas. She glanced up quickly and he
bowed gravely.
IL am truly sorry | am so late" he
murmured, guiltily feeling that he was
not sorry bit.
"Oh, my husband told me you would
not want breakfast till 8. IL you will
kindly sit down will wait on you"
But tell Inc. do you really think !
am savage"
The pretty woman, unused to dattery
or Difference, gazed steadily at him.
why should /? think 1t more Chris
tianlike to breakfast ut this hour than
| at daylight. II God had intended peo-
| pie to begin the day before sunrise he
| would have made the sun rise earlier"
A simple remark child might have
made, but her evident innocence dis
armed him. She was no woman to be
beguiled by pretty speeches, and his
plan to be entertaining to this guileless
creature came to naught-for the time
She waited quietly on him each morning,
speaking no word unless pressed.
''She is not q fool, but she seems to
have no SOUL" was his mental calcula-
tion.
The summer waned.
Why did Lucille's step lag, and why
had her pink face lost it's bloom? He
| was to go away Yes, 1t had come to
this-that this man with red brown hair
and the beautiful voice, brown eyes,
suave manners and polished address
this man had wakened the marble Ga
latea into life.
He was no artist, but he had the soul
OF one. He was only young city
broker ont for summer holiday, but
he had looked deeply into the soul Of
this little family. He saw the husband
was harsh, cool, Indifferent and unap-
preciative, and the wife stultified by q
monotonous round Of soul narrowing
household duties.
The day Of the parting came. He
held her hands close. "Goodby, Mrs
Hardy. III be back next summer"
She hung her head like q shy school
girl, but it was not shyness; 1t was the
sickness of despair that bent her neck
but she spoke no word. Careless man Of
the world that he was, her detection
moved him.
IF ever can serve you-if you ever
need aid appeal to me-"
She wrenched her hands free.
at is hardly probable that Lucille
Hardy will need your aid. Go-and
goodby."
proud to the last, and yet could
have sworn she had grown 10 like me.
All! thank God for that woman's
pride that enables her to hide 80 much
and to set the world ut defiance!
Lucille crept up to her room and lay
on the lounge for hours, but she uttered
no sig IN and made no moan, only looked
out of the window with wide open, tear
less eyes.
Surely he did not read my secret
surely he did not 20 away believing that
love himI And yet do. oh, do! and
God knows how am to live all my days
without seeing him.
| Her husband never dreamed OF the
slecpluss nights and fearless agony she
spent by his side while he slept the sleep
Of the just. For months she went about
pale and thin, but her hours Of thinking
Were developing her. She was begin
ming to be less afraid Of her husband.
One day she said:
John. must have some books u
read"
"Whyy" he asked laconicslly.
Because wish them" she answered
firmly
"Do you have time TO readY' he asked
severely.
IL shall make time"
He was astonished. but the books were
procured.
Il must read and study that may
become companion for him." shs
thought. But the summer came and
went and Mr.. Bellairs came not.
AT the end Of two years she said
John, shall get piano"
N a III