Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1900-04-14

Eand perhaps resented it. Mrs.
IN sat perched up beside her hus-
Non the high seat of the wagon,
Hng her shawl close about her, as
Mill Marca wind struck her sensi-
III she remarked to her husband,
Id protesting SILVER. She was a
H8 little woman who had been pref
6ce, when her hair was brown and
M her eyes bright and her com
~ fair and peachy, but since she
married Lon Dewey, and gone out
~ big graiu farm to live, continual
work had aged her greatly, and
|Rightness and bloom of her girl
1ays were almost crushed out of
HI Dewey was a good man, for all
|sbe so thoroughly needed waking
nj he had been accustomed to see
|Ms mother and sisters turn off
|&quantities of work with their ro-
Ehealth ana strength, and it sim
|h not occur to him that his wife
Nearing her life away in a tread
which was taxing her to the ut
limit of Ter endurance.
MEATS a hringin' a dollar a bush
remarked Mr.. Dewey, as he flicked
Nhip suggestively around Mats
M 81 reckon if | can get the crop
fore she drops, I'll be some hun
|8nhcad Of what I've been airy year
he in some time"
~, don't you suppose, if you do,
Re could have new carpet in the
IA 1t seems like if | could have
P3hing real handsome to look at, it
IA tighten the work ever so much. "
Nh't / handsome enough 2" asked
|Dewey, with unusual humor.
M Dewey laughed, Her husband
|not a handsome man at his best.
|p-day he had taken little time to
N up" 2ud the March wind had
|&d his hair and redeemed his nose
1aition.
NJ rag carpet was pretty enough
u was cw," she continued, but
@ays I've got awfully tired Of rag
hin"
IA wimmin folks get terribly tired
@gs anyhow, it seems to me-" re-
h Mr.. Dewey, rehectiyely.
we do Lon" replied his wife,
IN unusual burst of feeling. I'm
d 70 death of looking at the same
and of wearing the same
year IN and year out. get so
~ for Wetty things sometimes it
like I'd go wild"
Dewey turned and looked at his
aSton,Shment.
H u, | swan, Martha" he said,
"Pity you didn't marry rich
hat could give you all you
H."
| don; want no rich man.
7 Dewey caught her breath in
sob. You're plenty rich enough,
you've set a notion of thinking
I need nice things like other
h have them. Pretty things don't
n much more than humly ones,
| snum, what's got into you,
\ r all of a suddent?"
thing new, Lon Dewey" replied
ie in combatiye tone, cts there
| much all the time, but some
swel!s and surges, and sets me
IN spite of myself, like the water
'he big wheels at the mill"
were in the town now, and a
woman was tripping along the
n Il, clad in a handsome tailor
slnt, whose perfect fit and mate
lded grace and beauty to form
zee no more to be admired tlian
u S in her younger days. Martha
al her with longing eyes. III
be dressed up like that when
! wouldn't mind the hard work
n times So" she said.
miller came out as the horses
up to the door of the great
hlil. lie had been acquainted
lariha years before, and he
ner tired face and shabby attire
ina Hills didn't get much of a
men she married Lon Dewey" he
ga inwardly, as he invited her to
mo the office and get warm while
lsoand sold his wheat.
ma forgot her longings in the
'ies OF the office, the telephone
imense ledgers over which the
feper was pouring, he book.
himself, a thin, wiry man who
'gures with the quickness and
ON OF an automatic machine
ie came in as she waited, Il bril-
graceful creature whose gar.
We're redolent with the perfume
lur and odorous sachetpowders
heh OF carnations was pinned tc
= ,ah' see what Bathers gave me
ordered my Easter lilies" she
niilingly to her husband, ther
the hungry, wistful look or
que woman's face in the Office
sweet thought came to her, ant
ping the flowers, she laid tire,