New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-08-06
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with almost a writhe. Making bricks without
straw. all the year round. l wish-there, WISH
! TO God Ia never learned how to writer
| And yet it had paid him i'm solid com so lar'
/ ono of his minor dreams was realized; the WIN
dow Of his writing room overlooked SUBURBAN
. roadway along which Earring wheels seldom rat
| tIod. he had got away from the Whlrr ana drohe
| NJ tho town. where his nerves had been at a
tension all day long. He could compose in peace.
And yet he sat with the bitter. idle stare gluten
The door behind creaked: a woman gllded
in on tiptoe Don't start-its only l." she
whispered. -, A., 49, ,ritb
Don't start He threw down the he PEN spa M,'o of
expecting them. I'm sick Of it, tell you-sch
what Is the mattcr?" She had paused half
way. with hands together. cant you VIII:
/ Write, I've nothing to write. I'm drained
dry And promised tragic story I ,SIol,oi
half sneer-"for that society ouh' ii"e'''
What's the timer
ut must be nearly g. , r,o
six? Dark in another hour-dusk now, I'VE ,e
done nothing. And you.you meyer attempt -
help me- by so much as a word!
Never help you?" she echoed; and repeated IL
to herself. Il never help him! Bgt ,' wnTE
have you asked such a thing? what good "ou'u
"Oh not much Women seldom have real
ideas they're fitting superilciallties. sun -,
| long silence. The door creaked again. pui
ne knew she had only closed 1t. ana was sun
lowering behind him. He was somewhat sur
prised but would not turn, vaguely cOhscIouS u
the snccr's holloWness. Then-- ,,
or mover helm YOU" she repeated calmly
/ would YOU like me to try?-perhaps something
has lust come into my mind. II IS SHY ihaype,
as | tell it. but you-my husband, might inahe
il clever and interesting. You say your stoFl's
are always twadde as you first set them DOWN
"Do /? Well what is it, ne sald. s ,Iar, y
across at the opposite roofs rms situa''oh -
novel Go on. Never NINA as Iohs do IN
is anything at all in it =,
There s-thcre is a womans heart In H.
think" she whispered. rs that any g0od?
on he said Her voice had tailed OIL as II
sh. had a real idea but afraid or the she'r'
We'll there usually is-thats one Of the com
poncnt parts Of the average story. Even humor
is the brighter for tragedy lurking in the back
ground. you know. Anything in the heart -
that's tn point. Yes; anything in this heart
Another silence "Couldn't | tell you just as II
came to me. them" she said. I'm not cltVt'
cnouEh to know, ,D9 T layers yery dear
lovers They got married. and there was
beautiful world befor" them. with su'h peace
at tho end If they know Max" the man an
. artist. II" lived for his art The gIrl-'he eiiI
WAS only lust a girl. she lived for the man She
hung on his every word, you might say; she
PRAYED for his success when he vas never there
10 hear thought for him IN ways that ne Woull
never know and checked her singing, and moved
/ always SO softly that he should never be
disturbed at his work. You re not VIII
ing Is IL So silly .
",;o on" ne whispered There there's moth
ing To writ" yet
THAT went on for years. The man. deeper
was changing that the light had gone out ~ her
eyes He forgot all he had meant To he-torE"'
after "A tim, even To kiss her; ana the glrl SHt
could never bring herself 70 remind MN o
eh? She still lived only for him but NJ heE'r
cared what she wore. never thought That hcf
work might hc hard in its it'll" way and That
. there are some women for whom years OF su n
silence and loneliness spells death or worse.
she was always crying AT first. and never dared
To- tru him why If %" did not see for himself
and kept out Of his way so that his mind should
4 n
THOUGHT il was something else and spoke harsh
Is ami succrcd and at last got So that he hIed
in a world of his own and wouldn't open ms
door when when be- knew that h"r heart was
bursting outside. longing FOR one Kind word
again. Or-or- something like that Could
you begin anything with thar
10 answer. Sh" could not see. hut the man
outward stare was as If II would never again
relax. Shr went on little faster. her Nol'" tax
ing a thrill.just a. though his silence implied
in her small inspiration.
II think my husband could yes The world
IS used t. seeing the man grow INDIFFERENT. ana
tho woman cold and pale. but y"u-you might
TAX, the tragedy az ii is within the four walls,
and maxi, il live and throb in there. You might
nut il that at first the man mistake was in
always strainng forward to his goal. forgetting
that th. happi.st time is now forgetting how,
when he looks at last he Will not ma Just the
same laughing girl as hc married. Often
n. left her We Will say he wanted cheerful
faces and relaxation after his work. and the
UIf, WAS only like a ghost creeping about the
house And So at last for her the only alterna
tive to Il broken heart was a heart hardened to
stone. And OH she had so loved him-had so
determined always to look her brightest and
best for him, That might have gone
til the end. il often does, but there came
hIow-onc blow more than she could bear Wen
suppose wen suppose that one day the wife.
somehow .r other heard him talking To a friend
The friend was quiet: he had asked: What's
the matter with-With her? All the romance