Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1899-01-26

.Poppa Gonteef rose gu. cot tat
seam done, Mis- Medcaf?" -;
:: Mrs. Medcaif held t1p the seam to sEp,v
that NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. of being,
HIlsneo. %rj:t: >::}*.s.>, $t::.>::i 81: 81,
=: "Oh, you'll soon have: Il, done. lisa
pity she amt got any children. Hell
he SO much more lonesome, a comm
home at night an not fndin' anybedy
here" =.
Thenn 81 4 sudden tie otter Woman ,. !
spoke: reckon he Won Be any lone
semer'n she's been all these years.
'a:settin hers alone, nigBt >after night;
till II O'clock" -.
J No kha1a esegsseht a : moir 70 sickeninig,*
pain through a: heart than those words
sent through the hehzst of the man Who
lay there in the dark and heard. Il:
= tsHalm' eri4-ihnln," said tNss: Gregg.
q! expect it did get kind of lonesome
tor her. He-he-that is, I guess.4!e
did have to stay deWltfo sssa1 <i1o sty6f the
tip9ts.: But: be didn't have any bad hab-
its-didn't drink:o 5gamble; or ,look*at
other women: >He>was Perfectly mod
FL husband"* -: 4:
There was no rep45B to- thliEs, an'd ia pres
emily Mrs. sGregg continued: "Inever'd
thought she'd up and utter word. of
complaint agen such husband" =:
"She never did," said Mrs. .Medca1f.
Never n hex lite, SO Jars Il know She
worshiPed the 1a1d heswalkedom You
GOULD see that with ha'f an?sye. But
she*ledsa mighty lonesome life,t model
husband or no model husband. He
didn't have any bads haBit:s::fs know
that. He just simply want domestic.
He'd rather set down town an play
some fool game or other than. to,set at
home an read or play cards with his
wife. 1t amt no sin, an ain t sayin' it
is; an when woman has that kind of
a husband the whole neighborhood's
ready to scream out: 'My-O! What
does gettin' lonesome amount too? She
amt got any, call fer: complaint, IS L
can see. She'd best be thankin' her
stars she amt got ahusba nd that comes
home drunk an abuses her, or:gambles
everything he earns away in some old
saloon or other!' An amt the one to
be claimin' they amt right, an she
want the one to complain about any
thing. But what 7 see with my own
eyes guess. I know. One night she.
come over to our house for somethin',
an when she comes in-well, if I do
say it myself, our little settin'-roem
did look bright an cheerful, even if
wex amt got much in it. He always
builds up a big fire'n the fireplace in
winter, an pops a big pan O. corn an
gets up some apples from the cellar, an
then sets down an reads an talks while
I sew. An we was settin' there that
night when she comes in with blue
dress on an black lace scarf over her
head, an cries out: oh, how coy you
are! why, is your husband at home
evenings?' An she had the wishfullest
eyes ever looked into.
"'1es,' l says real quick, for l didn't
want to hurt her feelin's, he works SO
hard all day he don't feel much like 60
in out nights
-" Why, he isn't home every night, is
he" she cries out.
"'Yes, l be- says he, before 1 could
speak. WY, amt your husband?'
No. she says, an she walked over
an stood lookin' down into the fire; an
then she says, very slow: I'D be the
happiest woman on earth if he was.'
"'Well,' says he, lookin' at her close,
hes home sometimes in the evenin',
amt hep
Don't you like popcorn?' cries 1,
jumpin' up quick, for L knew he never
was; an sure enough, her face was as
red as fre-an' if there want tears in
her eyes I dom know tears when l
see 'em!"
=: HE was my idee Of a perfectly model
husband" said Mrs. Gregg, sternly. 81
don't see how anybody can find it in
their heart to utter word agen him."
II amt a-utterin' word agen him,
Mis- Gregg. I'm. just tellin' you that
she was a turable lonesome woman,
even if he did give her everything heart
could ask. That time after her baby
died he stayed home" with h er every
evenin'-he didn't go downtown a-once,
not a-once-" ::
, II Y ON got that .seam most fnished?"
demanded Mrs. Gregg, in tone Of ex-
IRENE irritation. after you getit all
finished well go out in the breakfast
room room an'get somethih'' to eat. There's
a nice lunch all laid out on the table.
Well make some tea on the gas stove"
But tdidn't last long," went on Mrs.
Medcalf, unmoved. In less'n : two
weeks he,had to run downtown Just for
a minute" .-l4 ~
"You like tea or coffee best, Mis- Med
ca'f? We can boil one as easy's the
other" ..,.,..t:
':Tea. An his minutes KEEP gettin'
longer and longer, an in less'n two
weeks more"
Give got my seam all done, Mis- Med