The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1899-01-27
HER PUNISHMENT
by F1orense "A. Smith.
KNEW George Arbuthnot pretty

n A1NLn OCOi al y
well for two years-ever since ne
had been married, in fact-and con-
sidered him a rising fellow in the lit
erary world. He had not done any
thing very great, but his work was dis
tinctiy promising, and his name was
gradually making itself known. Un-
luckily, he had married the wrong
woman.
But my friend was not like some
men-he did not whine and cry, he
made the best of it. He did not &c
out and search for twin soul" to
whom he might confide his marital
sufferings, though, Phoebus knows,
he had enough to put up with. 1t was
not bad temper. 1t was jealousy-bit'
ter, mean, incessant jealousy-that
Grudged him even his literary fame
Agatha Arbuthnot was one OF
those little, pale blue-eyed women
with spiteful tongue and narrow
heart, who have ruined the career OF
many a sensitive man. She hated to
hear her husbands praises sounded
n her ears.
One afternoon Agatha was slanging
lrbuthnot because some women who
lad happened to call the day before
lad gushed, and told her how fortu
late she was to be the wife of such a
rieing genius. Her face was crimson
with anger, and her voice was very
shrill as she mimicked her callers.
Dear Mrs. Arbuthnot! How proud
YOU must be of your clever husband
He's quite genius. How l envy you
living with the man who can write
such exquisite stories!"
Then she stamped her foot, and
turned savagely en- Arbuthnot.
Clever! Exquisite! A genius!
never saw any genius in your silly
tales. Beastly rot, call them. Iwish
TO goodness I'd married Harry jenkins
instead of you. At any rate, people
wouldn't have praised him up just in
order to run me down. I know what
they mean. OF course I'm stupid, and
brainless and silly-not good enough
for you to wipe your boots on"
And then Arbuthnot did the most
sensible thing possible. He walked
out of the dining-room, and locked him,
self up in his study. Agatha. on seeing
the lines of his mouth more firmly set
than usual, and guessing nothing OF
the tempest that surged in his mind
Immediately went off into a violent
fit of Mysteries, and called the SYM
pathetic housemaid to witness that
George was perfect brute-it would
serve him right if she ran away with
some one else"
Georges den wasn't much of a
study" merely smoke-begrimed
den, furnished with a secondhand
bureau, two or three chairs, and some
shelves of books. Agatha called it
"George's sulking-room," but 1 knew
il was the only haven of refuge Ar
buthnot could find in his own house.
"a man must dree his own weird"
Arbuthnot said, as he sat down weari-
" at the bureau and looked at the
sheets of paper that Uttered over his
desk. "Tm not the only fool who's
found marriage failure; and, after
all. I've got brain as we'll as a heart.
I'll give myself up to work, and waste
70 time in morbid self-pity. That's
form of cowardice that leads to the
cutting of ones throat; and if I've eX-
hausted the possibilities of marriage,
I'll be hanged if I've exhausted the pos
sibilities of life"
He smiled grimly, and taking from
one of the pigeon holes a notebook,
laid it on his desk and began to read
it's contents.
From that day Arbuthnot pro-
crossed swiftly through the book that
was to make his name. This was to be
his masterpiece, wherein he would
show his best of brain and heart; and,
as the weeks rolled on and the novel
neared its end, Arbuthnot realized his
work was good, and in that knowledge
could afford to live, and did live, with
out love and sympathy.
In truth, he needed every support
that work and philosophy could give
man. Agatha's conduct grew daily
more shrewish and violent, and her
tongue less fastidious in it's choice of
words.
$50 you've taken to locking yourself
up in your sulking ROOM" she cried one
day, when Arbuthnot had perforce
been compelled to answer her heavy
banging on his study door. cts nice
thing when a husband comes to lock
himself up from his wife! I suppose
my society's not good enough for such
clever man syou."
Arbuthnot saw that she was in one
of her paroxysms of rage, and resolved
TO control his own feelings.
II wanted to finish some work" he
said, calmly, looking at the floor lit
tered with loose sheets of paper. And
this room is hardly fit'for lady's So
ciety. You see, have scarcely chair
that is unoccupied with books.'
Yes, it's horrid hole" said Agatha,
CURLY; "but you men who write are
more like pigs than human beings.
just look at the dust on the desk; it's
shameful. Ard Sarah says you won't
let her touch your papers. I'm
ashamed of having such a dirty hole in
my house; I'll come and dust it my
self Tomorrow"
At these words Arbuthnot lost his
philosophical self-control.
Il must ask you not to touch the
papers on my DESK" he said, hastily.
II allow Sarah to brush and dust every
thing in the room but my desk, and
that | attend to myself"
'W course. YOU fly at my throat
when | offer to 90 anything for you"
said Agatha, angrily, letting her hand
fall on the desk and crumpling several
OF the loose sheets together. 81 ehr't
speak to You but what I do wrong.