Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-11-22

chicken house." she announced with au-
thority land the barn must be painted.
I'll have a new cook stove"
Stlas slapped old Grants back lightly with
the loose reins.
You can do as you like, Emeline Amelia,
with YOUR share, but as for me-
Emeline Amelia drew herself up very
straight in the consciousness of eight first
| prizes won by her own industry.
Il never knew there was any sharing be-
| tween husband and wife. and If you don't
we stand? 1 reckon whatever you have
I've helped to get. For % years Il
| Silas made deprecatory gesture.
! II know. I know Emeline Amelia. All
| am / owe to your forehandedness. And
| now I'm going to make It right with you
| for all you've done I'm going to deed the
| farm over to YOU and give you half of what
I've got in my. purse this minute, and let
| make 1t go better than 1 can, and I don't
know but you're right. 1 seem to have got
| into rut somehow. One of Hoskins' boys
| II be glad to hire out to you this winter,
and
"A hired man in winter" exclaimed the
thrifty Emeline Amelia. "Whatll you
do?'
Again Silas beat tattoo on old Grants
back with the rens.
''WeN. 1 rather think I'll take a vaca-
ton. I've been wanting to see Jennie and
her husband. and-and-well, I mightn't
like the way you run our farm, and If I'm
uOWH III ne" 1Ork L won see nOlnlnS,
and by the time 1 come back you'll have
everything running smooth"
Emeline Amelia's heart throbbed with
| triumph At last Silas was acknowledging
| Ter superiority and admitting his own in
ability to make the old farm pay. She
would just show him that to make money
| you must keep your farm in good trim. She
would adopt IN her farming the same tao
tics employed in the house-no waste, a
place for everything and everything in it's
place, no Misunderstanding kept painted
up-thrift-thrift everywhere. That would
be her motto. She was so busy figuring on
the painting of the barn and remodeling the
cow sheds that she did not even remark to
Siias that she should miss him. His going
was a secondary matter OF first impor-
| lance was the fact that she could show her
! neighbors as well as her husband how a
| capable woman could make farm pay
So the lawyer was consulted, the papers
| were drawn up and signed, for, as Silas ex-
| plained 1t, he did not wish her to feel
| bound In any way. Everything was to be
made easy for her. If she wanted to trade
| the farm for other proerty. well and good.
1t was hers. She had helped to pay for it.
When would he come back? Well, he
| didn't rightly know, but any time she
needed him she could send for him At
| which remark Emeline Amelia shifted the
air like proud race horse. Need him. in
deed! And she only hoped he wouldn't
pipe-smoking husband Whereupon silas
| promptly took the hit and gave her a hun.
| dred dollars of his savings.
| Then, with some clean linen and very
few other things packed in his shiny leather
| yalise, Silas took his departure Emeline
| Amelia took him to town, and as they
made the turn In the lane SiIas stood up in
the buggy and swept the placid farm with
| loving gaze. The north field sparkled in the
| sunlight The Hoskins boy would do the
"coaxing" now. The barn, with it's coat OF
| many colors, peeped out from behind huge
| haystack. When he came back Emelinf
| Amelia would have It brave in red paint
| His wife looked up suddenly and caugh,
the expression on his face.
Il don't believe you'll stay in New Yorl
six weeks" she announced. you'll bt
that homesick for the old down-in- the heel.
place that you'll want to come back on tht
next train"
Her scorn for the place in which he had
sown his young manhood and his ripe mid
| die age stung him, but he answered quietly
| Mebbee so. Emeline Amelia 1t aim
| paid very rich, but it's made us a decent
| living. Perhaps you'll make 1t pay better
Indeed. l WILL she answered sharply
ana old Grant jumped at the stroke she
| gave with the whip.
And so they parted-Silas with a strange
indehnable pain Juggling at his heart, and
Emeline Amelia, her mind teeming with
| plans.
And so. too. for year their paths d.
verged at an ever widening angle Silas
buried himself in the heart of the seethins
metropolis as effectually as If he had four
neyed to the Sahara. His old friends at
GAINESVILLE knew him no more. The old