Hutchinson gazette., 1901-10-31
Her Husbands Relations.
BY Amy Randolph.

passionately stamping her foot on the
carpet DO you suppose don't know
1t perfectly well2 And that is what
makes 1t 80 hard-oh, SO cruelty hard
TO bearw
The fact was that Mr., and Mrs. Wal
ter May had begun life at the wrong
end.
Clara Calthorpe was q pretty young
girl, Just out OF the hotbed atmosphere
of fashionable boarding school.
Walter May was n bank clerk who
had not the least doubt but that he
should ultimately make his fortune
out of stocks and bonds.
Clara" he said to his young wife
while the golden circle OF the honey
moon was yet overshadowing their
lives, would you like a country llfe?"
"oh, dear moi" said Clara involun-
tarily recoiling.
Because" said Walter somewhat
wistfully, my father and mother are
alone on the farm and | think they
would like to have us come and live
with them"
II shouldn't like 1t at ALL" said
Clara, "and mamma says no young
bride should ever settle down among
her husbands relations"
Mr.. May frowned a little, but Mrs.
Clara had pretty positive way Of her
own, and he demonstrated no further.
But at the years end Walter May
had lost his situation, the clouds OF
debt had gathered darkly around them
and all the pretty, new furniture, East
lake cabinets, china dragons, proof en-
cravings and hot house plants were
sold under the red flag. They had
made complete failure of the house
keeping business, and now, in tho
fourth story of third-rate hotel, Mr.
and Mrs. May were looking their fu-
ture in the face.
Clara had been extravagant. There
was no sort Of doubt about that She
had given recherche" little parties
which she couldn't afford, to people
who didn't care for her, She had
patterned her tiny establishment after
models which were far beyond her
reach, and now they were ruined.
She had sent tear-besprinkled let
ter to her mother who was in Wash
ington trying to ensnare rich hus-
band for her younger daughter but
Mrs, Calthorpe had hastily written
back that 1t was quite impossible for
her to be in New York at that time
of year and still more impossible to
receive Mrs, Walter May at the mon
ster hotel where she was boarding.
And Clara, who had always had
vague idea that her mother was self
lsh, was quite certain OF 1t now.
There is but one thing left for you,
Clara" said Walter sadly.
"And that"
us to go back to the old farm
have no longer home to offer you,
but you will be sure OF warm well
come from my father and mother.
shall remain here and do my best
to obtain some new situation which
will enable men to earn our daily
bread.'
Clara burst into tears.
Go to my husbands relations"
she sobbed "oh, Walter, cannot"
you will have to, he said dogged-
ly, "or else starve,"
So Mrs May packed up her trunk
and obeyed. All the way to Hazel
copse Farm she cried behind her veil
and pictured to herself stony-faced
old man with virago Of wife, who
would set her to doing menial tasks
and overwhelm her with reproaches |
for having ruined poor, dear Walter"
As for the farmhouse ITSELF she was
quite sure 1t was desolate place, with |
corn and potatoes growing under the |
very windows, and the road in front |
filled with plows and pigs and har-
rows and broken cart wheels. But in
the midst of her tears and desolation
the driver called out:
"Hazalcopse Farm! Mr.. Noah Mays!
Here's tn 'ouse, ma'am.
A long low gray stone mansion all
garlanded with Ivy, its windows
bright with geranium blossoms and
the scarlet autumn leaves raining
down on the velvet-smooth lawn in
front. Clara could just see how err
roneous had been all her preconceived
ideas, when she found herself clasped
In the arms Of the sweetest and most
motherly of old ladies.
my poor dear!" said old Mrs May,
caressingly.
you are welcome as the sunshine,
daughter" said a smiling old gentle
man in spectacles.
And Clara was established in the
easy chair in front of a great fire Of
pine logs, and tea was brought in and
the two old people cossetted and pet
ted her as If she had been three
year-od child just recovering from
the measles.
TGerc was not word Of reproach-
not q Gu stioning look, not sidelong
glancs-all welcome, and tenderness
and loving commiseration. And when
Clara went to sleep that night, with