Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1896-07-10


from which her husban / bad risen.
A soiled cloth. the dirty breakfast
dishes, a bit of cold meat, crackers,
cheese and pickles. Surely not "A
pleasant picture for a man starting
away on a journey to carry with
him.
But, John, l love yOup she
cried, throwing herself upon the
couch. 'I-Oh, wish | had done
differently
Time passed and still she lay
there, dry eyed and despairing.
The rosy light of the setting sun
stole IN at the west window and
rested carelessly on her tossed
hair, but she did not move. At
last a knock at the door aroused
her.
She went YEARLY to open 1t. On
tie threshold stood Mark Sey.
mOur, a farm hand who had form
erly been employ ed by John.
Good evening, MIS-. Mason. |
called for that packet of papers /
put in Johns care when | went
| saw him as he took
the tram at Lag ton and he SAID
you would get them for me. He
said they were IN one of the upper
pigeon holes of the secretary
1t was only by strong effort OF
Will that Elsie was able to COM
prehend what he said.
'B. you sickl' be asked, noticing
her CHASTITY tace.
She murmnred something about
a bad headache and advanced to
the desk. As she took down the
papers she started. II was from
this same compartment that letter
had dropped. Here it was-aud
t envelopebore the nameof VI ark
Srymore, aud The postmaik va
Aprll IA.
Elsie ever conld tell Just no"
she managed to GET rid OF the
laxative Seymour. When she
found herself alone she sank upon
hrr knees aud tried to realize 1t
all.
l. was dark when she rose. She
lighted lamp and the light
showed a her glorided by a great
10Y. The first Thing she dld was
10 gather up all OF her poems. She
used them to start a fire in the
range, heated water, and began a
attack upOn the dirty
dishes.
She spent the nightalone. The ter
anthonSe wac near and she WAS too
happv to be afrld. she worked m
til a late hour, and WAS mp early
the next morning
John Mason did not aeh home
until late that afternoon. \ delee't d
look WAS upon his face as he strobe
mp the walk.
Pm glad didn't tell her. NJ
lhonght. 'She would have been so
disappointed. | must get rid of the
fsrm some way. Elsie will never he
bappv here. How different our life
is from what | thought it would be-
lie opened the door and Elsie
was in his arms.
Tell me you love me, john she
cried, elm giug ueryouslS to hlT.
TELL me yon will overlook the past
and commence anew
Hc held her at arms length and
carefully studied her intently. Hel
halr was arranged in the way he al
mlred it. She wore a fresh cream
lawn, and in her belt was bunch
of scarlet carnations.
'What isit, ElsirP he asked almos'
sternly. Tneu, seeieg her lip q1iver'
he drew her close to his breast. Il
love sou, my wife,
'Come to supper, she SAID gal' "
after a little SEE, John. I've turn' {
over a new leaf
Tne tea table was faultlessly spread
Therewas fresh Tread cake, hi'
t.vorite salad, brolled chicken luS
ci ,us back raspberries and cream
Bat Elsie he said, his iace
clonding, Il went to Hatfield mop
ing to sell the farm. | was dlsap
pointed. | am 50 sorry -"
Il am not she interrupted nun
sBnt | am sorry1 have been sucu
A Ounce. Don't sell the farm, d a
III show YOU how | can mauage
farmhouse. I've had lesson
,John.'- The Home Queen.
Two picKpockets saw a gente
mon receive a large sum at tn'
bank, aud followed hIm Tor SON
| .;...,. -, rot a ah anpp AT II. ElnAll.