The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1897-11-20

frown on her smooth, white forehead.
"Indeed, Eugene, there was a note OF
irritation In her voice-"I fail 10 see
why a woman should be pronounced
crazy because she expresses a desire to
visit her home after an absence Of
year and half"
"Homel"-he echoed the word n lit
tie reproachfully, his eyes wandering
around the neat dining-room. This is
home, Agatha. The first real one we
have either OF us had for years"
The color deepened on the wife's
cheeks. Her husbands words were
true; her girlhood's home, with an
uncle in distant city, had not been
happy one This uncle had been too
proud TO let his sisters child earn her
bread, and as there had been more pride
than love or money in the home Agatha
had realized the bitterness Of the bread
OF dependence.
The coy farmhouse, shared with the
quiet man who had won her love, had
seemed haven of peace. Used al her
life TO the hustle of city and 10 home
crowded with gay young life, Agatha
began. after time 20 long for change.
just now letter from her cousins, tell
ing OF concerts, lectures and parties,
made the uneventful winter stretching
before her look very dreary.
She sat toying with her spoon until
her husband had finished his break
fast. Then she looked up, coaxing
light in her soft. gray eyes.
"Why can't we go, Eugene|
Cant afford IT," he replied, little
dngraciously, for her persistence an
moved him Besides. the railroad fare,
thered be a lot Of new clothes wanted
and"
"Clothesl" Agatha was angry now.
"Really, didn't suppose you knew that
a woman ever had 60 have clothes. I've
seen nothing since | was your wife 90
show any such knowledge on your part.
I'm tired OF this scrimping and saving
and stagnating"
There was pause. Husband and
wife confronted each other, both with
flushed faces and hurried breath.
"And I'm" he began, holly. Then,
moved by some memory, he stopped.
A moment later he cried out: "Ah,
Agatha, | never dreamed that you felt
that way! II cost 50 much for us 20
start. and the crops have been poor
thought you understood" and break
ing OF abruptly he strobe out through
the kitchen on bis way 60 the barn.
As the heroine OF a nineteenth CEN
fury story. Agatha should have sat
down and burst into tears. But there
was little OF the heroic about her. She
was only an ordinary woman whose
temper was aroused. although not 20
such an extent that she could entirely
forget the usual chord OF pain in her
husbands voice. However, she went
about DER work. setting down her pref
Nv china with an unnecessary amount
OF energy. and saying TO herself: II
think Il downright mean in Eugene. |
wonder how I shall ever endure this
long. lonesome winteri No place TO go,
and no one to see"
The matter was not referred 10 again.
But there was a cloud between husband
and wifc--the first since their wedding
day.
The third day after the scene az the
breakfast table, Mrs. Ferris, called and
asked Agatha 20 accompany her 90 n
meeting OF the sewing society. The
young wife eagerly accepted the invita-
ton. II would enable her 60 forget, for
a little time. at least.
Agatha went rapidly about her toilet.
Her guest was seated in the dining
room. and by leaving the door open
conversation could be carried on dur
ing the hair brushing and dress chang
ing.
"where are You going 10 spend
Thanksgiving?" Mrs Ferris asked.
while shc studied the arrangement OF