Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-09-27


s-...,,sD y you," she repeated.
calmly. would you like me 10 tryE
perhaps something has just come to my
mind. 1t is silly, maybe, as 1 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? Well, what Is itT ne said,
staring across at the opposite roofs.
"This situation Is novel. Go on. Never
mind as long as there is anything at
all In It."
There is-there is q wonan's heart
in It, think" she whispered. as that
any good"
"Ohr' he said. Her voice had tailed
off as II she had real idea, but was
afraid of the sneer. well, there usu-
ally is-that's one Of the component
parts Of the average story. Even hu-
NOR is the brighter for tragedy lurking
In the background, you know. Any
thing in the hearth That's the point
Yes: anything in this hearth
Another silence. Couldn't tell you
just as it came to me, thenT she said.
"I'm not clever enough to know. It's
more Of sketch, perhaps. IL imag-
ined two lovers, very dear lovers. They
got married and there was a beautiful
world before them, with such peace at
the end, If they knew! Make the man
an artist. He lived for his art. The
girl-the girl was only just a girl: she
lived for the man. She hung on his
evey word. you might say; she prayed
for his success when he was never
there to hear, thought for him in ways
that he would never know, and check.
ed her singing, and moved always 40
softly, SO that he should never be dis
turbed at his work. You're not writ.
ing Is 1t so silly?"
go on" he whispered. There
there's nothing to write yet"
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 he had meant to be
forgot after a time even to kiss her;
and the girl-she could never bring
herself to remind him. I" eh7 Still
she lived only for him, but he never
cared what she wore. never thought
that her work might be hard in Its lit
tie way, and that there are some wom-
en- for whom years of such silence and
loneliness spells death-or worse. She
was always crying at first, and never
dared TO tell him why II he did not
see for himself, and kept out Of his
way so that his mind should not be
spoiled for work. And he-say that he
thought 1t was something else, and
spoke harshly and sneered, and at last
got so that he lived in a world Of his
own, and wouldn't open his door when
when he knew that her heart was
bursting outside. longing for one kind
word again. Or-or-something
ike that. Could you begin anything
with thatY'
No answer. She could not wee. but
the mans outward stare was as II II
would never again relax. She went on
a little faster, her voice taking a thrill
just rs though his silence implied
that there might be real dramatic pos
sbilities In her small inspiration.
Il think my husband could-yes! The
world is used to seeing the man grow
indifferent. and the woman cold and
pale; but you-you might take the ira.
sedy as It is within the four walls. and
make It live and throb in there. You
might put it that at first the mans mis-
take was in always straining forward
to his goal, forgetting that the happi-
est time Is now-forgettfng how, when
lie looks at last he win not find Just the
same laughing girl as he married. .
Cf,en he left her. we WIN say: he want