El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-06-08
THE BLACKSMITH.

was hurrying along the street toward
her husbands shop.
1t had been her daily custom for
wears to carry him his MONDAY meal,
as Parker declared too much time was
consumed in going to and from his shop
He was a big, burly fellow, with
scowling countenance and right arm
strong enough to fell an OK, and as his
disposition was none of the best people
were careful not to provoke him to
anger.
His wife was his opposite in every
particular, she being tiny, timld
creature of a mild nature and, like
Alice of "Ben Bolt" fame. ''trembled
with fear at his frown.
Why she ever chose Parker as hus-
band or why he selected her for his wife
was a matter of comment. as there
seemed to be no love between them.
Yet Mrs Parker was faithful spouse
and strove to administer to her bus
bands comfort, though she never re-
ceived anything but harsh words and
surly looks for her pains
CHANGING at a clock in a shop win
dow, she perceived it was past the din
ner hour, and her heart sank within
her in anticipation of the scolding she
was sure to receive, as the blacksmith
set punctuality above all things
On reaching the shop she was relieved
at not seeing her husband within. The
place, however, bore evidence of his re-
cent presence, and everything indicated
that he had taken a hasty departure A
fire blazed in the forge, and horse
shoe, which still retained its warmth,
Law upon the anvil Mrs. Parker glanced
around in hope of finding a suitable
spot on which to place the dinner pail,
but, seeing nothing more convenient
than the anvil, deposited the pail beside
the horseshoe and took her departure.
Upon arriving home she busted her
self with household affairs, as she was
a thrifty housewife. despite any other
shortcomings
That evening, when Parker returned
from his work, he was in a worse hui
NOR than usual, and his habitually
scowling countenance was more forbid
ding than ever. He flung his dinner
pail upon the table with a crash which
startled his wife into a cry of terror.
She fully expected the walls Of his wrath
to be poured upon her, as railing at his
wife was Parker's chief occupation
when at home. But, strange to say, on
this occasion he never even glanced to-
ward her, but strobe across the room
and, taking basin Of water, began re-
moving the traces of toll from his hands
and face, after which he made his way
into an adjoining room for the purpose
of substituting fresh garments for his
grimy ones.
Mrs Parker breathed more freely as
the door closed sharply behind him,
and she picked up the pail and exam
ined it. A sigh escaped her as she dis
covered deep dent in the side which
had come in contact with the table.
On removing the lid she perceived that
the nice meal she had prepared had
been scarcely tasted. Another sigh
escaped her as she emptied the contents
of the pail into a receptacle near by.
Presently rat-tat-tat sounded upon
the door and Mr.. Cobb stood without
Mr.. Cobb was short, stout individual
with a bald head and rubicund counte-
nance, a coroner by occupation, yet,
Notwithstanding the gloomy nature OF
his business, he was jolly chap, and
frequently dropped in to enjoy chat
with the Parkers, with whom he had
struck up sort of friendship. In his
younger days he had been something OF
a ventriloquist. but this fact was IN
known to many of his late acquaint-
ances.
..Oh, good evening, Mr.. CobbI" Mrs.
Parker said as she perceived her visitor
ssWalk right in. James will be here
directly. He has gone to get cleaned uI
bit.
l.. %o1, nd q
seat Mrs. Parker continued her work.
s'You are as Industrious as ever, he
remarked. glancing at the pail she was
rubbing 81 don't believe satan eve1
finds any mischief for your hands tt
do
well, 1 always find plenty to keeI
me busy she replied. smiling at the
implied compliment
The blacksmith's wife was invari
ably pleased at tribute to her indus
try. Il believe it" answered Cobb
"as never yet have seen you idle. Oh
hello, Parker''-as the blacksmith ap
peared. How are your I suppose yor
have heard of the mNrder?"
'I-no.' replied Parker confusedly
.sWhat murder?'' And as he spoke hi
turned toward the mantelshelf and be
gan filling pipe with tobacco.
81 supposed every one in town hat
heard of it by this time;" said Cobb
''news travels so fast. -
Il have no time for gossip" sai(
Parker, with a frown.
Certainly not. But one cannot al
WAYS avoid hearing of certain happen
ings Well. old man jenkins was fount
dead in his barn this afternoon.
Mrs. Parker clasped her hands to
gether in speechless horror.
'sHow do you know it was murder 2
querieA the blacksmith, sitting dow
near his visitor, but not looking at him