Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1895-01-18

Tor two hours.
Today the girls recognized her with
delight, and her husband, pleased with
her pleasure, glad, too, of any relief
IN his monotonous life, had talked to
b hands," examined the machinery,
and acknowledged that there might
be a worse lot in life than t. be master
of q mill.
AT one time 1 wanted to be an en-
gineer, but my mother thought the
profession not 'gentecl' enough. She
would have put me into the house.
but I loved machinery, 1 hated trade.
You would not have wondered, had
You ever known my grandfather Pat
erson-' Roderick stopped. "But
he is dead. and lie was 81 clever man,
and an honest, in his own way"
1t was n of the things which ST.
lence most loved in her husband, part
of the infinite respect deepening every
day, which would have made her pass
over so many little faults in him, that
she never heard him speak ill-natured-
ly or unkindly of any human being.
II almost wish that had been in our
firm, or some other, that you might
walk in silk attire,
And siller hac TO sparc.'
But after all. my wife, you would not
have cared to see me IL millionaire, and
n money-grubber-Grub street seems
IL deal nearer my mark"
They both laughed and entered the
house gayly-almost for the first time
without looking on the hall table for
the vague expectation of something.
1t was not till Silence had taken off
her hat and began to make the tea
that she saw a large carriers parcel
with the eminent publisher's' label
outside-onc of these neatly done up,
innocent-loOking parcels which often
carry with them a stroke of absolute
doom.
Let me open it," said Silcncc-and
her husband let her.
1t was n civil note, q very civil note,
placed Of the top of the MS, and eX-
pressing IL great regret that the latter
was found "unsuitable." In reading
1t Roderick's hands shook nervously
and his color went and came.
"Nevcr mind, 1t does not matter; it
was what l should have expected"
was all he said.
mo, it does not MATTER" said ST.
lence, firmly. "They only say it is I'M
suitable to them. 1t may suit some
else. Let us try"
YES, let us try" echoed Roderick,
mechanically, his hand before his eyes.
"And IL we fail
We screw our courage to the sticking
place,
And We'll not fail
MY Lady Macbeth" said he. scarce
broken English, and the brave heart
which tried SO hard to keep up his own.
"'Then let us once more get together
to murder sleeper only IL publisher.
Whom shall the MS. be Sent to neNt?"
That very day--for Silence never let
any grass grow under her feet-she re-
packed the Ms. and sent it to another
house. From whence it came back at
once, unopened, as all arrangements
were made up-in fact, the head of the
firm was just starting for Switzerland.
He, honest man-for publishers are
but men, though poor authors will not
believe it-being perhaps a little worn
out with n year of worries-the &C.
nus irritable l. the most worrying
folk alive-added a we'll meant but
unnecessary sting to the effect that
''he would advise the author to try
other tack-historical novels never
sold"
.sThen l had better burn it," said
Roderick, quietly. But as he advanced
to the fire there was an expression
in his face which his wife had never
him in an agony of tears.
"You shall not. 1t is mine, mine,
whether the world likes it or not. We
will never give in; we will try and try
again. Don't you remember Bruce and
the spidery"
"a good smile; because in the mean
time 1 might lie in this horrid cave and
starve. Thank you, my dear. No, 1
had rather go out, take my sword in
hand, and die tighting"
He laughed loudly, and then he, too,
i burst into tears.
Without any words, Silence laid her
husbands head on her shoulder, sooth-
ing him less like n wife than n mother,
or rather a combination Of both. The
worshiped ideal, the queen" of boy
ish fancy, had long ago melted into a
mere woman-not perfect, but yet try
ing hard to be "as good as she COULD -
both for loves sake and for the sake
of that Love Divine which is Mt the
root of all. And so she was gradually
becoming what IL nan so sorely needs
his wife to Discomfort, solace,
strength; his fcllow-laborer as we'll
as his counselor; neither superior nor
inferior to himself, only different.
And in this character she made the
wiseSt suggestion that could have been
made, and which the day before he had
absolutely scouted-that they should SO
away for n few days; accept the latest
of the many invitations of good Mrs
Grierson, and visit her-not ut Richer.
den. but at the coast.