Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-01-15
TURNING THE TABLES.

"Oh. dear. l tCct wish 1 We're dead,
do" said Mrs. Harry Lynn, and sob
after sob shook her slight form as she
reclined on couch in her cosy parlor
Suddenly she heard the click OF the
key in the lock, and before she could
eface the traces of her tears she was
held close TO her husbands breast,
while he kissed away the tears and in
Quired anxiously IS to their cause.
''Oh. nothing at al. Harry dear"
she said. only one OF my nervous
spells. Don't mind nc: I must hasten
and get your dinner.
She made a brave effort, choked
back the tears, and soon summoned
him to their evening meal There was
but little conversation during the din
ner hour. and after it was over Harry
took his departure on the plea of bust
ness. as he could not endure the sight
Of his wife's tear-stained face. He
rushed down the street like a whirl-
wind. his cheeks hot with Indignation.
What could be the matter? What
right had she to be in tears? Was he
not q model Benedict? Did he not pro-
vide her with every comfort, and even
Injuries? Did any other image for one
moment replace that of his beautiful
wife?
At last, weary and footsore. he
found himself a long distance from
home. and hailing a car was soon
back in his own domicile. His wife
greeted him with loving caresses. but
the sad look was still in her eyes.
This has been a long evening.
Harry" she said. 4 hope business
will not take you from me again very
soon
Gravely drawing her to his side he
replied:
Grace. 1 wish you would tell me
what you We're crying about when I
| came home. l think have a right to
know
Il Suppose you have. Harry, but it
is so foolish | am ashamed to tell you;
you Will laugh at me-
Nothing can be foolish that causes
my wife unhappiness." said he, gently.
II have done everything in my power
to make you happy.
These last words brought the tears
to her eyes, and her mind went back
to the time when he asked her to be
his wife. It was considered a fortu-
lld tt t.1llS IOl mel " NAL iiTlilNt''iAi
| Harry Lynn. the confidential clerk of
Reynold e Co, who. it was rumored,
would become before many years a
partner in the great concern. His
generous, kindly disposition, and
! agreeable, polished manners had won
| him many friends. Yes. he had been
kind and her tears had been caused
more by his thOughtlessness than by
any intended wrong. Yes, she would
| tell him, even though he did laugh at
! her. SO after q moments hesitation
| she said
L will tell you what troubles ire; it
| is money
| His face lightened. and with merry
| laugh he gathered her in his arms
saying:
Why. is that all little woman? VOW
know you have only to ask for 1t
whenever you want it. All have Is
yours. myself included
! The sad look did not leave her face,
as she replied:
THAT is 1.-THE asking. Oh. Harry,
! YOU cannot realize how hard it is for
| me to ask you for every cent / have
+ and to have you question me what
|
/ ire a strict account of ali that sp'hu.
You see. / never did such thing vi
/ was married for my parents dieu pe-
I fore I can remember. and left enough
/ for my support till L began teachlhs
Now. Grace. il is sheer nonsense lor
YOU to feel like this he interrup'eu'
with an impatient air, for | am VIII
I ing that you should have every tl'i7
| you desire. if it is within reason
Yes. l know. dear: but sometime"
what seems perfectly reasonable 10 me
does not to you. l know you neai ~
be generous. and l do not suffer lor
anything: but it is this feeling OF &c
pendence that is 50 hard to pear.
Sometimes l have thought "o''lu
take in sewing and earn little money
that would seem like my very OWN
but l knew it would offend you.
Offend? Well, 1 guess it Wociu,
My wife take in sewing. %
think / deserve this. Grace ne r.
sponded with an injured air.
Il am sorry if l have said any