Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1896-07-09
"what will Caleb do when he finds the

he be so veXed that he will not meet
me at the station when the evening
train arrives?" But she had not told
him when she was coming back; yet he
must know that she would not stay in
the city over night, Somehow, the more
she thought about it the less attractive
the city, with its flower show, seemed.
BY the time the train reached the
depot she was so heartily sick Of nav
ing her freedom that had there been an
opportunity sor her to return home at
once she would have done so.
Following the crowd, she entered the
large building where the flowers were
exhibited. At first the beauty and
fragrance of the wonderful plants and
blossoms ovcrpowered her, The
featbery chrysanthemums, the exquis.
ite orchids, magnificent roses and
snowy lilies-how beautiful they nll
were! How much more she would
have enjoyed 1t if Caleb had been with
her! The ladies, so finely dressed, with
their gallant attendants, and the little
children in their gay attire, seemed
even TO belong with the flowers.
Tired and weary at last with what
was, for her, unusual excitement,
Martha was awestruck to hear, as she
left the building, the clocks striking the
hour of five!
"What shall do?" thought Martha,
"only Is minutes before the train leaves,
and l shall not be able to get to the
depot II walk, and there is no room in
the street cars, not even for one more"
l will call cab and perhaps, il the
driver hurries, may be there in time"
But in spite of all her efforts, the
train was leaving as she came in sight
of the depot.
Tears of remorse and vexation filled
her eyes, and for few moments she
was so disappointed that everything
even the buildings and the people in
the streets-seemed in whirl; but as
her tired nerves recovered from the
shock, she began to realize that some
thing must be done, as it was already
growing late.
Going to the telegraph office, she
sent message to her husband telling
him she had missed the train and in
tended to walk home. She was very
familiar with the way, and it was the
time for the full moon; still she wns
rather timid about going alone, but
she preferred that alternative to re-
naming in the city at strange hotel.
She had gone about a mile on her jour
ney when she was overjoyed to hear a
well-known voice say to her: "Mrs.
Greene! is it possible that You are walk
ing alone? Where is Caleb? He's not
sick, hope! Jump into my wagon and
i will see you safe at your door,"
As Mr.. Joseph Bigelow offered his
hand to help her, she could have sunk
at his feet from fatigue and anxiety;
thanking him, she told him she had
missed the train and had thought the
only way for her to get home was To
walk.
''They say the posie show is great
thing" said Farmer Bigelow; 'been to
see it? | heard Caleb saying at the
post Office, last night, as to how he was
a-hurryin' with his work SO as to take
you there tomorrow to celebrate some.
thin'-I didn't catch on just what-brt
/ s'pose he changed his mind and le;
you go to-day"
Tomorrow, did you say?" asked
Martha, very family.
"Yes, I'm sure he said it was Thurs.
day he spoke of, for he told Tom O'Brien
he would let him have day off, as L.
himself was going to take a holiday"
Every word the farmer spoke seemed
like an arrow piercing her heart. What
was tomorrow but her birthday! and
while she had been thinking of Caleb
as being thoughtless of her, he had been
planning u surprise for her. AS she
reviewed her "day Of liberty" how she
hated herself for the utter foolshness
and selfshness that she had shown!
How worried and miserable she had
made her husband! Would they never
reach home that she might tell him she
wanted no greater pleasure than to
work and care for him?
After vainly trying to interest Martha
in conversation, Joseph Bigelow gave
up the attempt, thinking she must be
asleep. The last two miles seemed
endless, and when Martha saw the lights
in the village she begged Mr.. Bigelow to
set her down at the foot of the lane
leading to her house, as she was mol
afraid and it would take longer to &c
by the road. She thanked him again
for his kindness, jumped from the
wagon, leaving him to muse on "the
peculiarities of most women"
Martha found the entry door open,
ard her husband bringing robes and
shawls to put in the buggy, as the night
was chilly after the sun had gone
down. "Oh, Caleb" she cried, and
sobbing as though her heart would
break, she threw herself into his arms
and told him her story.
"How could you be so thoughtless
DEAR" was what he said. "You made
me very anxious, as you must know
it was unsafe and venturesome for you
10 undertake the lonely walk home
after nightfa1l. Thanks to Farmer
Bigelow, you have reached home safely
/ should have started at once to meet
you after the message came, but ono
of the horses had to be shod and so ]
must wait"
Martha will not soon forgive herself
for causing her good husband so much
trouble, but she wisely thinks that
only by her deeds can she convince him
that she has no more any longing fol
a "day of liberty."-Good Housekeep'
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