The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-08-30
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whist Q Fifelsf repeated the man to
himself. with alnostsa writhe. Making
bricks without straw all the year round
I Wish-there. 1 wish to God I'd never
learned how to write?'
The door behind creaked; q woman
gllded In on tiptoe. Don't start-ies on
ly ]" she whispered.
Don't startP' He threw down the pen
WITHOUT turning tits all start-or the
strain OF expecting them. I'm sick OF II.
sick OF 1t all What's the timer
1T must be nearly g."
SKI Dark in aother hour-dusk nowi
I've done nothing And you-you never
attempt to help me by 50 much as
word!"
81 never help you" she repeated calmly.
Would you like me to try? Perhaps
something has just come TO my mind.
1t Is silly. maybe, as I tell 1t, but you.
my husband, might make 1t clever and
interesting. You say your stories are
always twaddle as you fIrst set them
down"
do I? Wei, what is it?' he said. star
ing across at the opposite roofs.
Couldn't tell you Just as It came to
me, them" she said Pm not clever
enough to know. its more OF a sketch,
perhaps. II managed two lovers, dear
lovers. They got married and there was
beautiful world before them, with such
peace at the end, II they knew!
Make the man an artist. He lived for
his art. The giri-the girl was only Just
q girl; she lived for the man. She hung
on his every word. you might say; she
prayed for his success when he was never
there 10 hear, thought for him In ways
that ne would never know, and checked
her singing, and moved always so softly.
so that he should never be disturbed at his
work.
That went on for years. The man,
deeper and deeper In his work, never saw
| that his wife was changing; that the light
had gone out of her eyes. He forgot all
ne had meant to be-forgot after time
even to kiss her; and the girl-sfR could
never bring herself to remind him.
En-? Still, she lived only for
him, but he never cared what she wore,
never thought that her work might be
hard In its little way, and that there
are some women for whom years OF such
silence and loneliness spells death-or
worse.
You might put It that at first the
mans mistake was in always straining
forward ii his goal, forgetting that the
happiest time Is now-forgetting how,
when he looks at last, he will not And
just the same laughing girl as he mar
ried.
'we'll suppose-we'll suppose that
one day the wife, somehow or other, heard
him talking to a friend. The friend was
quiet; he had asked: What's the mat
ter wtth-w1th her? All the romance gone
that you used to talk about?' Make it
make It that she held her breath for the
answer even then-even then: that even
| then she was hungering to put her arms
around him, and tell him, o. no, 1t was
not gone! And supposing she heard hin
say: Her? Pooh! Take no notice Of
her-always the same. Wish to heavens
| sometimes I'D never marrled-whst witt
| the expenses and the miseries at home
| Can't make her out-not like other wo'
men. Given 1t up long ago. Don't YOU
ever marry, old man! And
| supposdng the wife stood and cflied Il
God to take her on the spot, and thai
God did not answer, and that at last-ai
| last, when something seemed as II II
would snap in her brain-she crept into
her husbands study and took out the
pistol that he kept in his desk and put
it to her forehead, and almost pulled thu
trigger. Wouldn't paper &C
cept story like that?"
|
An INDISPENSABLE sob and a swift rush
A hand had plucked open the drawer q
the mans side and something brigh
flashed out Just in time he realized
something and swayed up with hoars'
cry: 'W1nnie! Mono! Don't, don't
Come back to income back!'
And for those two time put back thu
hands of the clock. But the story-tha
was not for publication.-Esondon Star.
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