The Newtown bee., 1901-11-08

over the ground often enough, Yves
The thing is settled.''
Up to that moment Wesley had al
ways believed at heart that his wife
would yield at last, when she saw that
he was determined. Now he realized
that she never would. Under that ex
terror of milky: dimpled flesh and calm
blue eyes was all the iron will of ole
dead and forgotten Henry Ford. This
mildest and meekeSt of girls and wives
was not to be moved hairs breadth
by all entreaty or argument, or in
sistence on husbands rights.
A great, sudden anger came over the
man. He lifted his hand and for q
moment it Seemed to Theodosia thai
he meant to strike her. Then he
dropped his hand with the first oatf
that had ever crossed his lips.
"You listen to me-" he said thickly
eff you won't 60 with me I'll never
come back here-never! When YOU
want to do your duty as wife you car
come to me. But I'll never come
back"
He turned on his heel and STROBE
away. Theodosia kept on spatting hel
butter. The little perpendicular
wrinkle had come between her brows
again. At that moment an odd, almost
uncanny resemblance to the old Dor.
trait OF her NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
which hung on the parlor wall at home
came out on her girlish face.
A fortnight passed by. Wesley was
silent and sullen, never speaking to his
wife when he could avoid it. Theodosia
was as sweet and serene as ever. She
made an extra supply of shirts and
socks for him and put up his lunch
basket and packed his trunk carefully.
But she never spoke of his journey.
He did not sell his farm. Irving
Brooke took it on shares Theodosia
was to live in the house. The business
arrangements were simple and soon
concluded.
Heatherton folks gossiped a great
deal. They all condemned TheOdosia
Even her own people sided against her
now. They hated to be mixed up in a
local scandal. and since Yves was bound
to go, they told Theodosia that it was
her duty to 60 with him, no matter
how much she disliked it. 1t would
be dlsgraceful not to! They might as
we'll have talked to the four winds.
Theodosia was immovable. They
coaxed and argued and blamed-it all
came to the same thing. Even those
of them who could be 'set' enough
themselves on occasion could not I'M
derstand Theodosia, who had always
been SO tractable. They finally gave
up, as Wesley had done, baffled. Time
would bring her to her senses, they
said; you just had to leave that still.
stubborn kind alone.
On the morning of Wesley's depart-
ure TheOdOsia arose at sunrise and
prepared tempting breakfast. Irving
Brooke's Oldest son: Stanley, who was
to drive Wesley to the station, came
over early with his express wagon.
Wesley's trunk, corded and labeled.
stood on the back platform.
The breakfast was a very silent
meal. When it was over Wesley put
on his hat and overcoat and went to
the door around which TheOdOsia &
morning glory vines were beginning to
Irvine. The sun was not yet above the
trees and the long shadows lay on the
dewy grass. The wet leaves were
on the old naples that grew
along the fence between the yard and
the clover field beyond The skies
we're all nearly blue, clean-swept of
clouds. From the little farmhouse
The meadows, green and dusk, sloped
Down, terrace-like, to the valley where
blue haze wound in and out like a
ribbon.
Theodosia went out and stood look
ng inscrutably on while Wesley and