Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-01-17
exceptions are mostly

Probably, exceptions are mostly
unnatural"
ut Is not unnatural 10 object to have
ones sensations fayed aliver'
"Such sensitiyeness is unnatural to
/ d low under-fed seni-sentlent state Of
/ life, such people have enough to do
to keep body and soul together, with.
out considering them apart"
But | contend they do consider
them apart, they do make lnyestiga-
lions"
Eyes, into the vices Of their betters,
which have a perennial interest for
| them as being beyond their reach.
/ You W catch them as a rule elias
styling one another and iaying souls,
These are the distractions Of the leis.
ure classes.
Then" said Gwen, II wish had
been born in the other class
"To what purpose said her hus-
band, you would nave been an ex
cepton."
"Oh ihcn.r she said impatiently. II
shall In future reserve al my pity for
the exceptions, and retain my normal
I hardness of heart for the other crowd
never could get universal philan-
thropy to appeal to me, and It's COM
Portable to put ones want OF human
! lty OIL a reasonable basis But those
generations of square pegs in round
holes. they worry one! And yet peo-
pie speak of a just Godw
"Poor God What should we do
without that universal scape- grace?
AS 1t He had anything to do with the
matterl The fathers have trusted to
chance, and the children suffer.
'But at any rate whether the fathers
or God are the real scapegoats it's
quite original nowadays to profess
! faith In Justice, and 10 refrain from
railing against the Almighty, so Wen
let God and heredity have a rest; be-
sides, we are losing the pauper scent
and getting that of the countrywide
you catch that Whit? I am glad we
are down this hill, the horses are I'M
accountable"
"TIengist actually looks like kick
Ing" said Gwen,
BELL, get off, will you, / believe
there's a fly somewhere / can't spot
sure enough, three on EN-, sir; and
them horses is mortal thin-slSinned
since thei: clipping Yesterday
"What a duffer | was" said Strange
TO his wife, mot to look at them before
we started, they are probably not half
groomed and are tickling like the
deuce. and | can't even have the sat
! sfactlon of swearing about 1t prop
erly, as | was every bit as careless
myself.
A quick little conviction shot into
Gwen, that whatever God and the
general ruck of fathers might be, her
+ husband was just enough.
| This silenced her for two solid miles
| When they got near the Inn, Strange
suggested that they had better stay
and lunch there.
"Oh, yes, 1t really doesn't matter, :
she said.
Il wonder what does in her present
moodn' thought Strange, as he helped
/ her down.
| AS ill-luck would have it, wretched
faint feeling she had experienced once
or twice before, came on her, and she
reeled a little in her husbands hands
! He looked at her in the most utter
establishment he hadn't fathomed her
yet II seemed.
Are you ILL.," he asked.
She blushed suddenly.
NO, my foot got twisted in my shoe
lace"
"'rhe girl Is lying" he thought, with
a most unpleasant shock.
He brought her into small, clean,
cottage piano and there was a long
green box full of il on the window
sill.
Now sit in here IN the shade he
said, and take off your hat, and rest =
He stood for Il moment and watched
her, then he arranged tie pillows on
! the couch and made her lie down, with
an involuntary protecting manner
quite unlike his usual airs of equality
and sexlessneSs.
That lie had made her all at once
/ So young 10 him. 50 infinitely pathetic.
/ ne GoHfu nave Vuheu uer III HIS iiflllS
like little child, and hushed her to
\ sleep.
When liz had gone she clenched her
\ hands in a rage.
zone can't call ones soul ones own
with such a mani she muttered. tits
bondage worse than death. Talk of
that cobbler. has not the only man
who holds his wife's soul ON an awl--
oh. the horrible horrible, horrible in
decency of marriage without love!
And this vile pretense of fair liying!'
she went on. sitting up aud staring
out Of the window, tie jokes we have
together, aud the talksw
She got up and Went about the room
examining the curiosities, the stuffed
birds, and the shells, and the awful
oleographs.
Whats this?" she said, lifting the
glass from some glittering object but