The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-05-10

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.sThis bacon lis not fit tc eat He
lifted bit On his fc.k and si1elled at it
eeuspiciously And the ecfee is quite
cold, and there ism t morsel Of toast.
Really. it is too bad to expect a man to
go 10 his work without any breakfast. =
.sThe charwoman didn't come this
morning, ycu know, Everard, and,-
Dorothy was desperately afraid that she
would cry. -and she was determined not
to cry. so she said no more
..Why can't .yon find servant.
then ~ growled her husband. Such
s.wretched mismanag cement ! never saw.
Perhaps you were more comfortable
inslodgings. said Dorothy, taunted in
TO speech.
No answer. go
Perhaps you think it was a mistake
30 have married me. l.
Silence, so much recommended In
cases Of this kind, is sometimes the
most cruel .of all retorts. It was SO now
Yet Everard Payn said not word. He
tknew hewas behaving like a brute, but
.she was cold, hungry and haunted with
coririoding care. He turned to the fire.
place and tried to poke the MISS Of coal
and coal dust into a flame, but his eff
forts were I'LL directed, and the smolder-
ing heap remained dead. He threw
down the poker in a passion ard went
out into the hall and into the street,
closing the 'front.' door after him with a.
bang.
Hour after hour Dorothy Sat at the
wretched breakfast table without NOV
:ing. Shewas alone in the little house
and had no one to mind but herself
The tears came freely enough now.
They trickled through her fingers and
dropped. one BY one. on the soiled ia.
zblecloth
as it true, then 2'' che asked her
self Did Everard regret already the
rash step that had brought them to-
gether;?.' He was only poor writer,
struggling for dear life in the cruel bat.
tlefeld Of London. She knew that he
was often pressed for money, though he
told her little Of his money troubles.
Was it not piece Of folly in them to
marryi
At;length she rose and mechanically
began to clear away the breakfast
things. The kitchen FIRE had gore out.
Everything was cold and dreary And
If it were all huge mistake
She went up stairs and began to put
fewof her personal belongings into a
portmanteau. One volume she thought
she must have-a copy Of ."The Imita-
,tion Of Christ. She found it after
little search, but then che remembered.
It had been a gift from Everard- how
1org agoit seemed-in the days of their
courtship. The pet name he had given
her, and that no one but him had ever
called her, .Dodie, /" was on the fly
leaf in his handwriting. She could not
take it. She kissed it and put it away
in a drawer Then she went on putting
things together, one by one. on the bed.
The winter afternoon had given place
to twilight when Everard put his latch
key into the door Of the little dwelling.
He had long since repented Of his bad
temper, and he had brought with him
q twopenny bunch Of violets as a peace
offering. It struck him. as he opened
the door, that there was ON unusual
echoing in the passage Closing the
door behind him, he shouted, sDoro-
thyl, There was no reply.
..She can't be sulking still2" he said
to himself. .sThat is not like Dodie
Where are you 2" he cried again, push
ing open the door of the sitting room
He half expected to feel pair Of warm
arms around his neck as he did SO, but
there was no sound Of any kind. The
room was dark and cold. With trem-
bling fingers he lit the gas. The cold
light fell on black CRATE. Evidently
the fire had not been touched since he
left in the morning. He ran from room
to room, dreading he knew not what as
he threw open each door, Dorothy was
not there. Nor did he notice that their
bedroom window was open and that the
draft caused by his opening the door
had sent scrap of thin paper on which
Dorothy had written farewell message
futtering to the floor. He gazed round
the deserted bedroom. noting the signs
of packing, and the truth burst on him.
He felt as if she had died. Then sudden
" a revi1lsion of feeling came upon
him.
"She can have no heart, after all. to
leave me when she knew I was in such
trouble!" he said savagely. He turned,
left the house and never entered it
again. A month later the landlord seized
the furniture for rent and let the place
TO another tenant.
Dorothy woke next morning with a
painful sense of something dreadful
having happened, and she instinctively
listened to learn whether her husband
was up. Then she remembered. She got
ND and dressed herself and began con-
sidering what she should do. She had