The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1900-09-15
! p PUFF
! OF WIND
And What It Did For o Husband.
BY W. R. ROSE.
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Did For o Husband


He opened the front door with his
latchkey and let himself ill., 1t was
blowing hard outside, and as he held
the door ajar puff of wind rushed in.
1t was strong capful and 1t swayed
the curtains and iuttered the long
leaves of the hardy palm in the parlor
archway. Then it caught up bit of
note paper that lay on the little table
in the hall and whirled it away be.
meath the bookcase in the corner The
fiuttering note. He shut the door quick
ly and turned about.
Nellie! oh, Nellie. Where the deuce
can she be?' he muttered. Never left
me like this before. What did she
take with herY' He opened the clothes
closet off the bedroom and looked at
her garments hanging in an orderly
row. He let his hand fall lovingly on
the familiar folds and pass down them
with gently smoothing pressure. Her
dresses seemed so eloquent OF her pres
ence. Was she hiding behind these
dangling frocks? He poked his way
into the closet, up one side and back on
the other hut no Nellie was concealed
within its limited area
Funny" he muttered again Seems
to be gone without word. Wonder
what she did with her jewelryY" He
thought he knew where she hid it
away, but he didn't. At least it wasn't
there.
May have taken it with her" he
murmured and stopped short. The
idea was an ugly one. You're fool,
John Austinp' he said and scowled at
himself in the glass.
There was a pleasant aroma arising
from the interior of the dresser 1t
seemed a part of her There were two
of her hairpins lying on the dresser top.
He picked them up carefully and laid
them on the little china dish where a
dozen or more of their brothers were
stretched at length. Her old shoes lay
beside her low sewing chair, small and
slim. He knew she had gone in a hur.
ry. She would never have left this
mark of untidiness If she hadn't been
pressed for time. But what could have
drawn her away from home so sud
denly?
John Austin was not a thoroughly
well man. He had worked too hard
he was nervous and irritable. Evening
after evening he had come home and
unloaded into his wife's keeping as
much as he could of his burden of daily
veXations. For the first time in their
Is months of married bliss his wife
had left him without a word of warn
ing.
He came slowly down the stairway
and dropped himself into big chair in
the library. His eye wandered about
the apartment. 1t was growing dusky
outside, and the books about him were
dim and misty. He shook his fist in a
sudden fit Of frenzy at the tiers of vol
umeS.
"She's been reading harmful books =
he sputtered; "Ibsen and Maeterlink,
and who knows what all? They are
dangerous and degrading. They cor
rupt the soundest mind with their pes
simistic sophistries. What's this?" He
picked up newspaper clipping from
the table and, lighting the gas read it
aloud:
"The souls of women knock some
times at the bars of convention, of ira
dition, of marriage, and clamOr for
freedom-even if it be the briefest of
respites. Sometimes when they least
expect it the desire to fly grows strong
upon them and they are ready to throw
down all that is at hand and strike out
boldly in the direction of the Turing
voice. Who can blame them? DO you
blame the captive brutes in the arena
for beating their breasts sore against
the cruel bars that cut them off from
the delights of liberty? Woman has
the same instinct. 1t flares out at
times when least expected. and the
woman goes forth heart hungry and
longing, too, for that blessed boon that
men call--and monopolize- freedom"
John threw the clipping down.
Absolute rot he snarled. Then he
quickly said, And she must have been
reading it just before she started out"
His voice sank on the last words. then
he briskly added "Don't be fool,
John. Everything will come out all
right. You know II will. Here you
are worrying over what is probobly a
trivial incident. Be a man"
Nevertheless his hand trembled when
he picked up the obnoxious clipping
and tossed it into the wastebasket.
He leaned back In his chair and TAX.
ing out cigar, lighted and smoked it.
He thought of the first time he saw
Nellie, of how little he imagined she
would become so dear to him. of the
gradual growth of love. of the day lie
asked her to be his wife. Queer that he
had never gone over the romance he
fore. How vividly it all came back TO
him. And this was the first time he had
recalled it. He had been too busy to
think of such tribes. Trifies. Too
busy to think Of aught save his own
plans and hopes and ambitions. Had