The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-12-17

10 the bitter end. The question Is,
Can do 10?
Where are You, Mr.. Finch2 Come |
out from your hiding place and let me /
look you in the eyes-my future lord /
and master -my-husbandi
Pahl What an ugly word husband |
is, unless Il means the right mani
Here he is. A sleek-looking indi-
vidual, with his hair neatly plastered
down "a II il were glued there. don't
know why hate the looks Of his nair,
which always suggests 10 my mind the
idea Of unpleasant things in bottles,
unless it Is that Joes hair is so thick
and unruly. i dare say he would be
glad II he ever could make IL wear this
meek and unctuous aspect But Joes
well, Joe's hair looks as if he played
football. Ineyer cared much for foot
ball myself, except as a fad. II is 80
dangerous it makes me feel faint 20
watch IT, And wouldn't let Joeplay;
that is, il had anything to say about
him, which, Of course, haven't Still,
IL would be some satisfaction TO know
that If he did play he could kill all the
other fellows instead of letting them
kill him. Mr. Finch couldn't kill any
body. Not that / am selecting a hus-
band for his murderous capabilities,
but il would be a satisfaction to know
that if a footpad attacked him he could
defend himself I believe If / said
Burglars" to Mr.. Finch he would
crawl under the table. But then Mr..
Finch could hire an army to patrol the
streets in front Of his house-our house,
Imean, for I shall be in it-and Joe is
so poor that he would have TO do his
own patroling. II will have to pro-
tect his wife with his own right arm,
and work for her with his own strong
hands. We won't have to do anything
so plebeian, or so beautiful.
There, what did l say? / was
right If were in love I couldn't
reason. The idea Of my ever coming
to the point of thinking work beauti-
full, when hate to work-alone, I
mean! 1t doesn't seem so hard when
+ 1 think Of working, or rather, doing
things for Joe. Whenever / see him
want to do something for him. He
is fighting against so many odds, and
he is so big aud brave about it, and
never complains and never seems dis.
couraged. And he is working alone,
, and with nothing in prospect to work
for, except to win Poor Joel He
will never have money. He can't keel
, it. He will never be successful, but
, people will know him and talk about
[ him, even if he loses, because he is
, making such brave fight.
| lam not brave. like success ani
| ease and luxury. Everything that ]
like and must have takes money lots
| of mDney-aud nobody has so much a.
. 1 shall need except Mr.. Finch.
I How Joe will despise me when hC
e hears Of it! shall not see him.
{ shall avoid him until 1 have got Sc
t used to my luxury that l find
2 couldn't do without it. Then, SOM
K day, quite unexpectedly, l shall NEE
S him and he viii look at me, and b,
4, ! Juhb blIn6 l. Will uOb care.
0 How will he look at me? Will it b.
e a scornful or contemptuous look, sucl
as most men would give, because
: have had the bad taste to prefer som
L one else? No; he never puts himsel
k first 1t will not be that. Will it b
q a look of aversion, as if he could no
+ bear to see e? No; he cares too nue.
for me for that. Why do l conjure u
It such impossibilities when l know JUS
o how he will lean forward and look int
- my eyes with all love and-yes, pity i
e his own-pity because he will kno,
+, what l am suffering and what a pric
Is [ have paid for my empty glory? Ho'
e great will my liveries and my jewel
: and my gorgeousness seem beside tina
IS look, which, if 1 meet it, will drag tn
k soul out of me and let Joe into m
d secret as plainly as if 1 had reache
L. out my arms to him in a vain appea
D. Oh, why do / think of such things
'e 1t is because it is Sunday. L hat
TO Sundays! hate the way the win
bowls at those windows. 1 hate tn
rs falling of the leaves and the bar
to branches and the dying of all gree
at things that go with summer and lif
of [ always think of Joe on Sundays.
r wonder why Sunday nights alway
a bring to woman thoughts Of the ma
le she loves and can't marry-won
Up marry, I mean~no, can't marry
5h isn't that 1 won't marry Joe. can
ut marry him. can't bring myself
it. Sunday is the hardest day of ii
or week to me. That is why l alwa,
[ plan to make it so full that 1 car
he think. If Mr.. Finch had kept his e
ny gagement tonight I should have a
to cepted him. He didn't know that,
he would have come. He said he W
or too ill to come. I hate q man who
s., always falling ill. He sent this Ri
nd instead IT. was not verv refined