The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1899-08-21
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And yet IL had paid him In solis' coin
so far. One OF his minor dreams wa:
realized; the window of his writing
room overlooked "A suburban roadway
along which jarring wheels seldom rat
tied: he had got away from the whirI
and drone OF the town. where his nerves
had been at "A tension all day long. He
could compose in peace. And yet he sa,
with the bitter idle stare, clutching a
dry pen.
The door behind creaked. a woman
| glided in ON tip toe. Don't start--it' S
only l." she whispered.
| Don't start" He threw down The
| pen without turning. Its all starts
| or the strain of expecting them. I'm
sick Of ii, tell you-sick OF 1t all"
'"What Is the natter" she had
| paused half way, with hands together.
"Can't You writer
| "Wrta! have nothing To write. I'm
! drained dry. And / promised tragic
| story'-with half sneer-"for that
Society sun Tragics What's the
| time?"
1T must be nearly c.
six? War kin another hour-dusk
. now I've done nothing. And you
you never attempt TO help me, by 50
much as word"
"Neyer help you?" she echoed and
repeated It 10 herself. II never help
him But when have you ask
ed such a thing? What good would be
my ideas?"
oh not much. Women seldom have
real ideas-they're fitting superficial
titles. Sdll"-
A long silence. The door creaked again
. but he knew she had only closed Ii. and
was still lowering behind him. He was
somewhat surprised. but would not
turn Vaguely conscious OF the sneer's
hollowness. Then
II never help you" she repeated.
calmly. Would you like me to try?-
perhaps something has just come into
my mind. IL is silly, maybe. as / tell
II; but yOu-my husband, might make
1t clever and interesting. You say your
stories are always twaddle as you first
set them down"
do l? Well. what is it?" he said.
staring across at the opposite roofs.
This situation is novel Go on Never
mind as long as there is anything at ali =
in IT,"
There is-there is woman's heart
IN u, ! think" she whispered. "Is that
any good?"
oh" he said. Her voice had tailed
OF as If she had a real idea. but was
AFRAID OF the sneer. well, there usu-
ally is--that's one OF the component
F"' - VI Ahs average story. Even hu-
NOR Is the brighter for tragedy lurk-
ing I'm the background. you know. Any
thing I'm the heart?-thats the point.
Yes; anything in this heart?"
Another silence. "CouIdn't / tell yor
Just as u came to me. them" she said.
Il M not clever enough to know
IT'S more OF sketch, perhaps. II
I'm imagined two lovers, very dear lovers.
They got married and there was n
beautiful world before them. with such
peace at the end. II they knew Make
the "a an an artist. He liye1 for his arr.
The girl-the girl was only just a girl.
she lived t,r the man. She hung on
h's every word you might say. sre
prayer Tor ris success when he w,s
never thcre 10 hear, thou.'It fer hIn
~ Ways that he would never hr,r
Az Checked her singing, and moved ol'
WAYS so stiy so that h should rever
be disturbed At his work. r.n,'ra
no. writing. ls il so sillyp"
Go on" he whispered. "Ths,e--
here's nothir & to write yet"
nat Went on for years The man.
'e@r"r and deeper In 1is work. never
saw tnls his wife was changing. that
forgot all he had meant to be-forpot
after a time even 10 kiss her; and The
glrl-she could never bring herself to
remind him ehS she s,s,,
lived only for him but ne nevar oara,,
what she wore, never thought thar ber
work might be hard i'm its little wav
ana that there are some women for
Niio'ii years OF such silence and loneli- |
ness spells death-or worse. She we |
always crying at first. and never darad
70 tel MIN why II he did not See for
nilinself, and kept out of his vvay CO /
that his mind should not be snodIed for
Work. Ana he-Say that he thoupht ~
was something else. and spoke harshlv
ana sneered. and at last got SO thar ho
nVeu In world OF his own. and vouId
on ,n' "pen MS door when--when he knew
ions,,,, ei neart was bursting outside.
tphsung Tor one kind word again
- pr-or-s something like that. Co,iid ,,o,,
oeSln anything with that?" -"
~ answer She could NOT saa b,,.
-, nan outward stare was as ~ ~
y Iuu IN. never again relax She went on
s', n'.'e ldster' her voice taking n thrill
+, ,nU. yust as though his silence Implied tha,
80 ",lsht De real dramatic possihIliN
'ieS IN her small Inspiration
.r think my husband couIa -,
ne world is used TO seeing tha @ ses,
s.oW lhdliferent. and the woman ,',s,i, nl,ii
80, paie, put you-.you might take ia
..aSedy as II is within the fonr W, ii,e ~,
~ ~ MAKE IL live and throb I'm tberc We,
49, put that at first the mans
,,a.y az III always Straininp for .
M,aru M 10 MS goal, forgetting thst tho
'applest time is now-forgofting .me
vhen he looks at last he viii rs, noM;
us, us, tne same laughing girl as he ,nn ,mu
ied' otten he left her, we will soy. ,''I, IT,
.ahted cheerful faces and relax,,, ne {
iter ,iter ms work, and the wife WAS or1,,
ke ghost creeping about the bo,sS
nd so at last for her the onIv ai,"'. Z
atlVe To broken heart was y boen, .
arusned TO stone. And oh, she bad
Ned hlm-had so Determined aI,, LOU SO r
look her brightest and best for bi,S,, n
nat might have gone on nm The IN /,
u otten does; but there came MI,
one plow more than she couId bno
suppose-we'll suppose tbat o,. :
~ the wife, somehow OF other beorl u
M taking to friend. The friend 49, o
Iiet; he had asked: What's Tho ~, L
wth-with her? An the romanco
ne fhat you used To- talk abort P'Mai,e u
make II that she held her brea1b o.
the answer. even then-even ,ben' t'
81 even then she was hunPerino 90 "
| her arms all around him and ten oi
n. on, no. 10 was not gonel And sun. b
sing she heard him say: Her, Pooh W
'e no notice OF her-always The som ia