The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-07


 Under them, Mir. Plumley7'
 Yes. tending the children and things like that"
 Why. Grandma Briee always told me that the care Of the children was the sweetest thing in the world. Mir Plumley: that their innocence. their helplessness. even their boisterousness and. above all. their affection for those who love them. would almost soften the hardest heart. Dora she often said to me. always trust anyone whom children love- How. can caring for your children be hard for me. Mi. Plum ley7"
 Tillman Plumiey's face was a mass of quivering wrinkles. He stopped his team sharply.
 Dora Brice." he said determinedly, my house Is no house for you to go to. My wife is no woman for you to be with. My children are no children for you to know, Robert excepted. He is a noble fellow. though his mother thinks him booby; some day he'll make his mark in the world as an electrician. 1 can't be dishonest with you. Let me drive you back at once. I'll help you to your friends again, and something besidesv
 He had swerved the horses in the road to turn them: but the young wo- man beside him reached forward and impatiently tugged at the reins.
 No, no, Mir. Plumley. Drive on, There are no friends there who can help me. I must live. l have nothing but my hands with which to live. Now, you have teen trying to tell me that I would be bitterly disappointed.
 Bitterly" he added shamefacedly.
 And can hardly succeed"
 twill be wretched," he insisted. l And will sSmetimes-"
 Wish you were dead! he blurted out honestly, giving the horses several sharp cuts. as If striking at the cow ardliness of his own nature. 1 However 1t may be, let me go and try. Facing trouble Is half conquering 1t, MT. Plumley."
 1 When they arrived at the Plumley mansion, Dora was shown to her little room off the nursery, and Tillman Plumley tok the first occasion possible to say to his wife:
 I SJhtHy <huip oIe 5 d BOOu, brave ETH. hope you'll make 1t as easy as possi- ble for her." And then added apolo- getically: Do try, wife. to treat her with consideration"
 | Mrs. Tillman Plumley gave her hus- band quick look of inquiry and alarm. He had never been so daring as this
 Consideration? Oh, yes, of coursem she whimpered. Its always consider ation for everybody save your wife that's toiled and managed and saved and scrimped and made you what you be. But that's the man of it! The lit tie hussy's pretty faces done this. I'll tend to her case, Tillman Plumley!' And so she did.
 She marched straight to the nursery which was now empty, as the Plumley | children were .romping in the woods be- hind the mansion. On her way she met Robert, who, catching a glimpse of his mothers lowering face, stole softly af- ter her. She stormed through the nurs- cry and swept into Dora's room. Des- pite her anger, she halted an instant at the door; for the little nurse girl was upon her knees in prayer "The minX y hypocrite, toow she muttered unutr her breath; and then aloud: Miss, when you get through. I would like to have things understood" Dora rose from her knees with a frightened face. She turned, sank up- on the bed and grasped the bedstead, as if to nerve herself for the interview. stand up, miss! Don't you dare set anywhere afore me!' Dora arose and stood trembling be- fore the lady of the house. "Spose you want to get along here?" "Oh, do indeed, Mrs. Plumleyw "Oh, you do indeed, Mrs. Plumley, do you? Well then, stop your do-indeeds and take hold. Quicker we understand one mother the better for you, miss. We want more takin' hold and less prayin' in this house. We don't want any airs, neither!"
 Dora was silent, but the tears began gathering in her great blue eyes; so fast that she could just see and under stand the pantomine of Robert behind his mother, who was excitedly endeay- bring to thus convey his assurance of sympathy and the value of policy of i1on-resistance. Dim and misty as was the look between them, it was enough to seal their fates forever.
 Every good, Mrs. Plumley," she final ly faltered.
 And don't you Mrs. Plumley me neither! Say 'ma'am' to me, under stand"
 "Yes, ma'am."
 And if you've any fine clos, keep 'em in your bureau. Understand"
 "Yes, ma'am."
 You'll eat arter my children eat, and take what's left. Understand?"
 "Yes, ma'am."
 And you'll wait on 'em, and see to 'em, and dress 'em and ondress 'em, and go to bed arter they're gone to bed, and get up nights and wait on lem, and mend their clos, and wash their clos and beddin', and teach 'em, and entertain 'em, and go down to the vil- lage and have them curls cut off, and stop tryin' to look purifier than any body else Twin round my men folks!"
 ''Mother-mother" exclaimed Robert desperately. f" h>.'
 He had tried at first to slip away un- observed; but the very brutality of the woman's torture fascinated and held him; even drew him closer to the two; and he was at his mothers elbow as he spoke. But Robert Plumley nev- CT forgot the look of terror and grati- tude the girl gave as the indignant pro- test escaped his lips. @S'5g ssvn,1 hAreo vo,1 hoohvy Aha tb;o is