The Bryan daily eagle. (Bryan, Tex.) 1895-1898, 1897-06-11

didn't know enough 70 take care Of Der
own children wasn't NJ to be a mother,
so his wife administered catnip tea and
brolied steak AZ the same time and
washed disbsa between the tantruma Of
the Hartman son and heir. Neither Ola
they keep a maid. 4 maid was 90 ant
10 let the dust accumulate on chairs and
mantels. Mr.. Hartman said. and u there
was one thing he dlsliked more than
another II was dust His wife was the
mos. thorough sweeper and duster w.
had ever come ncr0is and q hurt him
20 the quick 10 think Of enirusting such
important duties % another
Rose Hartman was too thoroughly
conscientious 20 do anything Ia a half
hearted manner and @ WASH, long un-
90 she had developed into model
h0usckeoper Mr Hartman admitted
that and was very proud OF her. The
easel stood untouched Ga the corner In
these days. the piano was never opened
unless they had company and Rose 8
sweet voice was hushed except when
grooming lullabIos % the baby She
was very pale and thin. too. but Mr..
Hartman never seemed 20 notice that.
But then he spent q good many even
ings away from home and perhaps he
had mo- time 20 give heed 10 such trivial
things
on these evenings when he went out
calling be- generally came In about 10
o'clock. but one evening q was almos.
N when he turned the key 10 the lock
and walked into their little sitting
room tits wife was sim up. for the
baby had been ailiue and frctiul and all
the mothers art he'd been powcrlcss 10
g10ihc the little fellow. Mr. Hartman
heard 'ho lav. dfII crying before the
door was fairly Crcaod. bat % did not
disturb h.m that night 4 happy. self
satisfied ml'o played round his lips
and ho sac d1wl opposite his wife and
communcl with himself Tor several
minutes Ia conteatel silence. The baby
foil asleep al last The cessation OF the
mouufll cries brought Mr. Hartman 10
himself.
Poor little fellow" he said. careless
d. rs Dc s.ck?"
Yes said his wife. hes been sick
an day"
Mr. Hartman stretched his long leg.
and yawned.
Rose be said, 1--WE been around 70
the Winst0nE' tonight"
Mrs Hartman WINGED as her toll.
stained hand trcmblIngly clafped that
o. the sleeping child.
Il don't know whether you ever no.
ticcd or not" he went on. hut Mrs
Winston has a glorious voice. She sang
some selections from Martha. I'm
going round again Thursday night and
wore going 90 practice some duets to-
gcthor Why Is % you never sing any
more Rosey? Other women don't be-
sin 90 retroFldo as soon as they get a
husband. ! never thought you would
] tcll you this thing a. q woman forget
ting everything she ever knew. Just be-
cause she's married. o. 900 q mistake.
Now. that music M WluH1n's tonight
was an inspiration. u made me feel
IKE different uan Shall ! carry the
young man urs 'airs for you9"
NO. thank you. said Mrs Hartman.
and her voice was very calm and low.
he uh.a'icd q few bars from Mar
tha' and went 90 bed. Ills wife bowed
low over the little form Ia her lap.
When she drew her cold hand across
ihe boys forehead % shattered a glo-
huie Of something that gllstoned and
srark'ed like O diamond But a mo-
mont later another jewel. and then
another. took the place % the one that
had been brushed away.