The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-05-10

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q "This bacon is not fit to eatl" He
q lifted bit on his fork and smelled at it
suspiciously. "And the coffee is quite
q cold and there isn't a morsel Of toast.
q 3Really, it is too bad to expect man to
81 90 10 his work without any breakfast. ("
q "The charwoman didn't come this
morning. you know. Everard, and"-
Il Dorothy was desperately afraid that she
b would cry. and she was determined not
ao cry. SO she said no more
81 why can't you find u servant,
s 7theD,' growled her husband "Such
.ziwretched Encouragement never saw. :"
~ Perhaps you were more comfortable
lin lodgings" said Dorothy, taunted in
A3lo speech.
'# No answer.
# Perhaps you think it was a mistake
10 have married me-
# Silence. SO much recommended in
leases of this kind, is sometimes the
most cruel Of all retorts. It was so now.
Pet Eyerard Payn said not a word. He
y new be was behaving like a brute, but
5=5is was cold, hungry and haunted with
smroding care. He turned to the fire.
Place and tried to poke the mass of coal
ind coal dust into flame, but his eff
ats were i'll directed, and the smolder.
ng heap remained dead. He threw
Gown the poker in a passion and went
ut into the hall and into the street,
PPosing the front door after him with a
5ang
So Hour after hour Dorothy sat at the
letched breakfast table without NOV
hg She was alone in the little house
End had no one to mind but herself.
he tears came freely enough now.
trickled through her fingers and
popped, one by one. on the soiled ta-
b ecloth
ls WAS it true, them she asked her
A did Everard regret already the
fsh step that had brought them to-
etherF" He was only poor writer.
for dear life in the cruel hat
OF London. She knew that he
as often pressed for money, thougi, he
I'D her little of his money troubles.
as it not a piece OF folly in them to
Aryf
at length she rose and mechanically
gan to clear away the breakfast
Pngs The kitchen fire had gone ont.
aerything was cold and dreary And
9t we're all huge mistakei
{'he went up stairs and began to put
Few of her personal belongings into a
tmanteau. One volume abe thought
F must have-a copy of ''The I,nita-
issaa "a Of Christ She found it after q
Pc search. but then che remembered.
-ssaEshad been gift from Everard-how
ago 1t seemed-in the dhysof their
?ftship. The pet name he had given
: E2 and that no one but him had ever
ried her, 'tDodie," was on the fly
q in his handwriting. She could not
1t She kissed it and put it away
a. drawer. Then she went on putting
Pgs together. one by one. on the bed.
Ti eM - 80
Is me winter afternoon had given place
wilight when Everard put his latch
5 into the door of the little dwelling.
~ ~ had long since repented Of his pad
Y per, and he had brought with Eim
Toperny bunch OF violets as a peace
tIng. 1t struck him, as he opened
door, that there was an unusual
nng in the passage. Closing the
behind him, he shouted. sDoro-
There was no reply.
She can't be sulking still 3'' he said
|, almself 'sThat is not like Dodie
8 fe are your" he cried again, push
"a open the door of the sitting room.
s.sfalf expected to feel pair Of warm
+ I n around his neck as he did 80. but
e was no sound Of any kind, The
sn 'assp was dark and cold. With trem-
fingers he Lit the gas. The cold
a,s M Tell on black CRATE Evidently
ab: Snre had not been touched since he
81 }ln the morning He ran from room
MI om, dreading he knew not what as
Prev open each door. Dorothy was
70. here. Nor did he notice that their
pom window was open and that the
NJ caused by his opening the door
nt scrap Of thin paper on which
lBf sny had written a farewell message
an flng to the floor. Ha gaged rouE.
Z ,,,r]E eserted bedroom, noting the signs
eking, and the truth 1burst on him
,U1Elt as if she had died. Then sudden
'ol fevulsion Of feeling came upon
n 4, Ae can have no heart. after all. to