Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-04-26

could, but there were great many
things to keep him in town, and he
had to make great many JOURNEYS
about the country to hear what parsy
leaders had to say about it.
After the close companionship OF
this last year, Mrs. Clint missed her
husband terribly. She was a little
nervous and impatient, and sometimes
she said so. The hot weather and the
constant strain had worn Clint's own
nerves to rags. And he had never
known how to be soothing. He only
sat by the open window, in his shirt
sleeves, and smoked a cigar and looked
at the sea, until Mrs. Clint told him
that cigar smoke would kill the baby.
Then he went down stairs and looked
at the sea from the bow of beached
dory. His wife began to ask why she
couldn't go about with him as she used
to do.
Two people can go anywhere"
Clint said, "but two people and baby
can go about nowhere"
And then she told him that she al
ways knew he was staying away be-
cause the baby bored him. Oh, it
had all been midsummer madness,
born of heat and mosquitoes and the
electricity of Presidential election
year!
Once she left the baby with
its nurse, and went up to
town to hear great speaker.
Clint had been obliged to leave
her, and she had waited for him until
four o'clock in the morning and then
when he came in, his step was not
steady. He had been all night at
banquet. She had never said word,
but she had lain with the sb set up to
her eyes and seen him bir4 an icy
towel about his head and sit down to
write with a strong cigar in his teeth.
! After that she was silent, but she
, was frightened. The next great
speech he did not send for her, but
3 she went up in the morning, deter
mined to go with him that night, anC
bring him back home with her if she
could. She did not find him at the
office, and she went into restaurant
| to lunch, feeling warm and out o.
J sorts. She was trying to be economi-
l cal, these days, saving money for lit
, tie Wilbur. No one knew better thar
4 she how precarious livelihood il
newspaper work.
e And there, sitting opposite her
5 farther down the room, was Clint
s cool and Immediately fresh and gay
: lunching with Miss Richardson, wht
t did the snappy articles upon the NOV
f ing world for the Day. Miss Rich
t ardson was drinking champagne.
= Well, of course it was silly, bu
, Mrs. Clint walked out without
recognizing them, and went dow1
l to Long Island and dismissed her nurs,
S and packed her belongings, and cam,
A up to town without leaving an ad
dress behind her. She had gone tC
Mr.. Dash, the editor of Tomorrow
f and he had taken her on, because she
was in trouble, and because he haG
prophesied a brilliant future for hel
in the old days. But these prophets
generally leave out of consideration
the fact that woman is after all, &
woman. The brilliant career had beer
turned aside, and there seemed to be
some difficulty about getting it into
the right track again. Instead of
trying to make clever stories Mrs.
Clint read and smiled over and edited
and returned other peoples stories.
1t was not long before Clint found
her. She refused to see him, and
then he wrote her letter, and said
that he had opened an account in the
Jefferson Square Bank in her name,
and that he should deposit fifty dol
lars a week there for her. HIS income
varied. Sometimes that was about as
much as he made, Mrs. Clint knew.
She never answered the letter, and he
let her alone.
She never touched a penny of the
money, but let it accumulate for Will
bur. There was nearly ten thousand
dollars in the bank, and although she
vowed she would never touch it, it was
pleasant to know that it was there in
case of emergency-for Wilbur. And
then, in the awful summer, the bank
failed and the money was gone. She
went down to see about it, and she
found that there had been nothing de-
posted to her credit for several
weeks. An extra tightness came about
her heart. She had been nursing her
obstinacy for almost five years, but
never, never feeling alone. 1t always
seemed to her that Clint was only
waiting for word. OF course she
would never speak 1t, it was his place
to come back. No one ever spoke to
her of him. She had avoided all of
her old friends They had been few,
and she had made no new ones. She
and her boy lived alone. When she
could let her nurse go, she had taken
this little apartment where Margaret
was janitress, and would look after the
boy now and then. Next year he
would go to school.
Think and plan as she might, these
last months had made terrible change
IN Mrs. Clint. She pretended to her
self that it was because Wilbur's
money was lost, but deep In her heart
she knew that it was the realization
that at last her hurban1 bo1 1a.o.4al