The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1901-08-23
CHAPTER 7.
THE WORLD NEEDs LOVE

we TO do? You know 1 am not strong
enough to keep house alone. We can't
anord to break up our home and go
INTO a hotel, and yet it seems almost
The only thing left to do. What shall
we do?''
L don't understand why all our girls
stay SO short a time!" exclaimed Mr..
ward, irritably. And then he looked
across the table at his wife, and his
look softened little as he noted more
carefully her tired face and the traces
OF tears on her cheeks.
oh, L don't understand it! All 1
know is that they are all simply hor-
rld. l do everything for them and
never get anything but ingratitude
from every one of them! The idea of
Maggie leaving me to-day of all the
days, just when Aunt Wilson was com
ing, and Alfred home from college, and
Lewis down with his accident; it is
more than can bear, Richard. If you
were any sort of a man, you would
know what to dol"
well, I am any sort of man, and I
don't know in the least what to do, re-
piled Mr.. Richard Ward to himself, as
his wife laid her head down on the
table, regardless of several dishes
overturned, and broke into sobs as a
relief to her feelings which had been
growing in hysterical power ever since
Maggie, the hired girl, had that morn
ing not only given notice of her de-
parture but had actually left, after
brief but heated discussion about the
homework in the Ward family.
The two children at the table turned
frightened looks first at the father and
then at the mother, and the youngest
Of them began to cry.
stop that, CARL" exclaimed Mr..
Ward, sharply. Then, as he pushed
back his plate with the food on it I'M
touched, he muttered to himself:
I'm losing all my Christianity over
this miserable hired-girl business. It's
breaking up our home life and wreck
ing the joy of our very children
The child's lip curled in piteous eff
Tort at control and the older one be-
gan eating again, looking from father
to mother anXiOusly.
Mr.. Ward rose, and, going over to his
wife, he sat down by her and stroked
her head gently.
There, Martha, you are all worn
out Just go into the sitting-room and
1e down. George and will do up the
dishes, won't we, George? Well play
hired girl tonight, won't we?"
"Let me help, tool" cried Carl
'Yes, you can help, too. Finish your
supper, and We'll have a jolly time
washing and wiping. Now, Martha,
you go in and lie down. Wen get
things Strengthened out somehow"
Mrs. Ward feebly protested, but al
owed her husband to lead her into the
sitting-room, where she sank down on
tlounge.
I've got a splitting headache, Rich
Ird; leave the dishes until morning
You're tired with your business"
mo, l don't like to see them lying
around. Besides, dirty dishes have a
way of growing with miraculous rapid
ity when the girls gone and things go
70 pieces like this he said, with a
lapse into irritation again
Its not my fault" exclaimed Mrs.
Ward, sharply. "Carl, stop that noise"
she added as Carl began to gather up
some of the dishes, piling the biggest
plates on the little ones and letting
several knives and forks clatter to the
aoor in his eagerness to help.
Don't be always nagging the chill
dren, Martial" said Mr.. Ward, angrily,
losing his temper for the tenth time
that evening. The other times he had
lost it silently.
Its always: Stop that noise!' from
mother when her head aches," said
George as he tried to pick up the
knives and forks quietly, and let them
drop twice before he had them back on
the table.
'See me helpl See me heIp!" sung
Carl as he started towards the kitchen
Y door with his arms full of dishes. The
lpile was too heavy for his strength;
land, as he neared the door the column
began to topple, it balanced for mo-
ment on the edge of safety, and then
fell with a crash. The child looked at
the ruin moment in terrified silence,
then sat down on the floor and began
to cry.
Mrs. Ward sat up on the lounge and
looked at her husband almost saw
agely.
Richard Ward, if you don't do some
thing to change all this"
She did not finish her sentence, but
lay down and turned her face to the
wall in despair. And Richard Ward, of
the firm of Mead, Ward and Company,
known in business circles as a good,
agreeable, and fairly successful mer-
chant, and in church circles as a con-
sistent member and active Christian
man, turned from his wife and went
out into the dining-1 DOM with a look
on his face that his minister had never
seen, and a feeling in his heart thai
was a good way from being wha$
might be expected in a man who was
Gin good and regular standing in the
Marble Square church.
1T would be very funny, if it were
not so near a tragedy" he said to him.
self as he picked up the broken dishes
while the two boys looked on. at