Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-12-24

lily and then glanced at the table set
for dinner.
I'm ready for whatever you've got
to give me, except jaw"
He seated himself at once in his
place at the table. Maggie placed the
viands before him with futtering
haste. She hoped he would eat and go
out again. Now that confession was
imminent her tongue cleayed to her
mouth. She took her place opposite
him at the table and poured out his
coffee. The hand that held the coffee
pot trembled so that a large portion OF
the cloudy liquid fell upon the table
cloth.
Woodrow had come home with a
shame-faced consciousness upon him.
He had been "a brute to the kid" but
he would make up with it after sup
per-"
He had brought home with him a
| peace offering. He would put the little
| red shoes on the baby's feet after sup
per, and Maggie would accept it as an
| apology to her, too.
He did not notice the trembling of
her hands. He had scarcely looked at
her since he came in. He had enough
of man left in him to be ashamed OF
what he had done the night before.
| But he would make it all right pres
emily.
He ate his dinner silently and swift
ly. To Maggie his evident haste was
terrifying. If only it meant he wanted
to go out again. Very few words
| passed between them during the pro-
| gress of the meal. Each heart was too
full Tor commonplace talk to be posi-
BILE. She spoke for the first time, when
he laid down his knife and fork and
pushed his chair back from the table.
81 put some more Durham in your
tobacco jar and filled the match box"
He flung a surly thank you" at her,
as she began gathering up the dishes,
and walked toward the mantelpiece,
where the jar Of Durham stood.
When Maggie came back from the
kitchen for a fresh supply of dishes
his pipe was lighted and he was fumb-
ling at the strings of a yellow parsel.
He lifted his heavy eyes to her face.
What makes the kid SO quiet to-
night? I'd like her to wake up"
Maggie's heart gave a great bound
and then seemed to stick fast in her
threat. She glanced wildly in the d.
rection of the rude cradle behind the
bed.
81 wouldn't poster her tonight, Jim,
if 1 was you. Better let her alone"
81 amt going to poster her. I've got
something for her. Something she'll
like"
LET it wait till neutrality-suspicious.
you've get can wait"
She flung the words from her with
out looking at him and left the room
with her hands full of crockery. She
would gladly never have gone back to
him again. But there was no exit
from the apartment excepting through
the room in which Woodrow stood,
! still fumbling with the knotted string
a'eut the parcel. 1t proved refractory.
He took LIS pocket-knife and cut the
knots ns c3ald not loosen otherwise.
Maggie's lrncring in the kitchen in
famed him to the pitch of irritation.
Where was the use of q fellows trying
to make up with a woman in the culks?
Il say, you, there, Mag! Are you
going to spend the night in the kitch-
emp"
I'm washing up the Dishes"
The defiance in her voice was as
sumed to hide its tremulousness.
"The dishes can wait. l want you
in here. I've got something to show
you"
Where was the good of lodging?
She'd got to tell him, and she might
as well do it one time as another.
She came to this conclusion in a sec
ond. She suddenly wiped her hands
on the cup towel and went back into