The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-05-10


fact that she objects to my adopting literatur'
as u profession. proves that ner mind is not 81
refined rs that Of my little angel So, pet, dc
| not worry any more over what can't be helped
| but go to work on those little frocks which
you say are so positively necessary Il don't
know why for you always look dainty and styl'
| ish In what you have, and although knight Of
the pen, / hope to furnish my little wife with
everything suitable) and we will be married as
| soon as we can
II will come and see you tomorrow at seven
80 be a little dear and meet yours deyotedly
at the orchard gate. WILL
Dejectedly sheretied the letters and
put the contents of the trunk back in
their places and went YEARLY down
stairs, her mind again taking up the
old theme of why "she" didn't write.
The thought was worn threadbare, but
occasionally an incident, like avisit
to the trunk, would recall it to her
mind.
Sometimes when she felt rested and
fresh, hope would lead her on
through visions which mirrored the
two friends seated cozily chatting
by her own Preside, the de-
light in meeting SO real that no ex-
PLANTATION of the long silence was re-
quired. At such times she would go
about her household tasks with light
step, the table would be set with the
best linen and the gold band china,
which had been her mothers, with a
third plate for anyone who might
drop in" For she was convinced that
her friend would come some time. She
felt that the longing, which had not
deserted her through forty years of a
hard life, bitter at times from loneli-
ness, presaged an event which must
occur as natural sequence.
But tonight she was tired. She had
baked and churned, besides attending
to her ordinary homework, and she
was no longer strong. She was sub
ject to severe pains in the back of her
neck, and a feeling at her heart which
often FRUSTRATED her. At such times
she longed for the tender niinistrations
Of daughter, but fate had decreed
that she should miss this pleasure.
She entered the kitchen, with it's del.
icate odor, betokening exquisite clean
liness, and was building fire for sup
per when man entered the house. He |
ten years younger than her
self, although unkempt and shabby. |
His, complexion was ruddy, and his |
beard, of about weeks growth, was |
Of that peculiar bright blonde which |
nearly touches red. His forehead was
broad and projected at the temples. |
Some might have called him handsome,
but there was weak expression about
,he mouth, coupled with steely CLEAN
rom his blue ey $, that would make the
thoughtful pause before trusting him.
Supper not ready, Mary? Well!
veil! that's too bad l have to go to
own tonight to attend the Theosoph-
cal society. It's too bad you don't take
my interest in intellectual pursuits.
f you had, might have had differ
mt career; mans wife can pull him
lown so if she isn't constituted to en-
him. All my life have been
against odds. My father
lever gave me start, as most IA
hers think it is their duty to do by
son. After graduated he positively
efused to do another thing for me.
hen / married, which is the greatest
Misfortune that can cross the path Of a
enihs. The saying that there is tide
n the affairs of all men, ETC., is a mis-
AXE. But no more of that; you do not
AXE as much interest in these things
s you should. Have you read that
Light on the Path gave you yester-
ayr"
Mary acknowledged that she had not,
nd silence reigned for some time.
Cant you make some fapjacks for
upper? l think l would like some
18th some maple sirup. With all your
you are good cook, can
ny that much for you. 1t has been
le rule of my life to give credit where 6
redit is due, but all people are not SO
1st to me-"
Mary, or Mrs Raymond, as most
eople called her, stopped moment in 9