New-York tribune., 1898-01-16

OF me to write against my prlnclpies' ou' d"
isn't so easy to find work. And, really, tAhe
of me coat and tuck up me trousers 70 SUCH
purpose against the poor creature that am
honestly sure | enlist peoples sympathie5 Ior
her"
SO she ratified on. her eyes cleaning her
checks flushed, her soft brogue rounding OH the
edges Of her speech
Her bed like the outer room, was suc""
with manuscript pages, printers proofs ana
newspaper clippings. From hook on the dooi
hung a faded pink dressing gown. with iresi,
frill Of lace In It, and from beneath c"e''
OF drawers which did duty for dressins-taDl
n row Of boots peeped FORTH patheticaliy sfnai
and shabby
Despitc the litter OF work, the room was neat
ard fresh and had an atmosphere OF daintheSs
about It which a certain type of women lends
to any room she occupies
A pair of slim black stockings, with darning-
needle and worsted attached. lay over the Deu-
! rail- She pointed to them. smiling.
81 have been trying to teach Tom to mend
! them" she said, but he does not get on am
afraid he isn't bit domesticated. The only
thing he can do in that direction is to cook
chops. He cooks chops magnfcently."
was jointing my stethoscope and taking
mental notes
Mr.. Chiffon is at home, I suppose, looking
after your"
NO" she answered, little shamefacediy'
"he is generally at home-if you call this home"
She cast a rueful glance about her You see
| have been the breadwnner Of the establish
ment for the last two years. Tom was well
off when we married, and had not been brought
up to a profession. SO when he lost his money
| it was fortunate l could write
HUM said l. "and So he mends the stock
ings."
Il only wish he could" was her gay reioinder
"It would take them off my hands But no.
| body would expect a big. splendid fellow like
Tom to become a DorCas. Though | have to
do them. l believe l should despse him II ne
| could We are terribly illogical creatures-we
women," she added, reflectively.
! 81 hope he will soon succeed in doing some
thing" said when my Investigations had been
made-poor little woman! poor little woman!
! because if you do not wish me TO echo the
men doctors depressing views OF you, you must
promise to take absolute rest You must have
rest. absolute rest Of brain and body
| Her lips quivered weakly like a childs. She
shook her head.
II know" she said little bitterly, turtle
soup and trunles, hothouse grapes ~ port,
drives and sea voyages winter in the Riviera
What prodigal imagnations you doctors have!
Freedom from mental anxiety unbroken sleep,
cheerful society. wine and nourshing food, IRE
aucnt changes of air-these are the impossible
ties you order in light and airy fashion to
the careworn mother Of a clerks children. Isn't
It a bit hard hearted OF you. now?'
"My dear" I answered her, 81 have pre-
scribed you none of these things | have
far ordered only rest And, though mean to
supplement it with more or less nauseous no-
ton and possibly cod-ver oil-ah, | thought
should runle that fine composure OF yours am
not suggesting the impossible. That big. splen-
did fellow Of husband'-
"Ah you are Jealous" she cried roguishly,
her eyes sparkling half with laughter. half with
tears. "Ah. you are envyng me my Tom"
why of course | am" | turned and hid my
cynicsm In my instrument bag. My mind was
on her fragile face and frame. her wasted limbs,
the swollen weakness OF her white feet (Which
struck so pathetic note out of that Of
small and shabby shoos)-the valve-failure of
the poor heart.
"Of course | am jealous" mumbed from out
of my bag. "Who would not envy you mag
niGcent masculine possession"
"Ah, why haven't you married. doctor?" she
questioned. where is the JOY of working when
there Is nobody to share results with"
1T is rather gingerbread without gilt" ad-
mitted. But sometimes one gets more ginger
bread, my dear"
oh you are never so selfish. | know. am
a reader of faces. Perhaps there was some
onc-but perhaps | am treadiug ON tender
ground"
turned my sawart inches broadsidc on her
do l look like person with "A tender past?"