New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1896-08-02

fused assistance with his collars. going so far
as to trim off the frayed edges of an Ola one 10
wear to town meeting. much to her mortlhcatio '
and on Sunday. while driving to church. as she
saw his checked neckte sliding around to his
ear and ventured to replace 1t. he deliberately
put up his left hand and showed II around again
Then she knew that he was very MAD
OF course. II wore off in time; but touch OK
new independence remained, and anotner result
less palpabe perhaps. shading OF, AS IL We're
Of the undisturbed self-importance which had
hitherto marked his demeanor. man cannot
he confined four or five hours In closet on
broiling day In July. from circumstances over over
which he has no control. and preserve intact MS
sense of conscious superiority over all ihti'ii
mate things Even a stout wooden button OF
his own fashioning may be sufficient agent
to enlarge his views.
The instruments that shape our ends are not
always such as would choose ourselves III
is a curious fact, yet true, that nothing nao
ever done Israel Tucker more good than being
shut up In that closet ,
In the first sharp days Of fall Mrs tucker zen
sick and when she recovered the doctor told
her husband that her heart was weak. y GU
must see to 1t now that she doesn't overdo ne
said. Make her sit down more, ana not s'o"p
or reach up. or get tired out
He was young doctor and very able lsraei
went to the door to see him drive out OF the yard
In his mud-splashed buggy. He did not go PACK
to tn. room where his wife was. he looKeu
out of the end window Little was to he seen
from the window. and that little he did not
see but he stood there some time.
II was a trial to the able-bodied woman. whose
life had been spent In taking steps FOR others
to give up her active ways and let many Things
go undone Israel did his best to follow the doc
tors instructions. He did more; he began IN
feeble rudimentary fashion to take care Of her
At first 1t seemed to Mrs. Tucker more bother
than use She expressed herself quite openly
about IT, She had never been scold but she
had had her own way in that kitchen. His fin
gers were all thumbs. When he broke the han
die off the sugar bowl trying to make her cup
of tea she felt that the whole household was
going TO wrack and ruin. and told him so.
By-and-by II began to give her a certain pleas
ure to see Israel stepping about the house, bring
ing her her shawl or placing footstool for her
He had never done those things before, even
when counting: he had supposed that she knew
enough to take care of herself.
One day she sat In her room while Israel, on
his knees beside her, struggled over her shoes
with the buttonhook His sleek gray head and
her eyes. She suddenly threw her arms around
his neck and kissed him. And suppose she
had not done 1t like that since she was young
Our New England emotions are like our Dot
tied cider they have a tang of their own. but
the cork comes out hard. and not always With
out an explosion.
"Oh Isrel" said she, you're so good. don't
like to make you do so much for me all the time
Israel looked up. He was not smiling; but
in his sober face there was look as or one VINO
was slowly rising to the occasion.
You might as well get used to it, he said
doctor said to see to you some, an I'm going
10 do It."
But don't want you should walt on me so
much don't need It,"
81 amt said yet / didn't like it, answered
Israel