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

! And it's come out Just as looked for. I
| ain't shown you her letters, but they were
| always kind of boastful, even when 1 heard
straight from GAINESVILLE that the Hoskins
| boy couldn't do the work and that she had
two hired men, that part Of her crops failed
| and cholera carried off atlot Of hogs while
| she was telling the women oof the New
| Idea Club how women acould farm at q
| profit. Mind, amt taking no glory from
Emeline Amelia in her sphere. which is the
| house and the kitchen. There she has no
| equal, but farming is another matter, and
we'll I-guess she's found it out. She's
mortgaged the farmland I've got that
mortgage. guess I'll go home for Thanks
| giving" q
For one moment fierce Jealousy burned
| in Jennie's heart. Her mother had never
offered that love which forms a bond be-
| tween parent and child. To her father
| Jennie had always looked for sympathy
| and affection. She had petted and made
much of him since his xadvent into their
town life, and now-he vas going back to
the woman who had tried to crush out
| his individuality.
Perhaps Jim Ferris read what was pass
ing in his wifes mind. His hand slipped
| across her shoulder, and he drew her close
| though he spoke to Silas.
1T has been a great pleasure, father, to
| have you with US and we want you to come
| for visit whenever you can. When you've
any little sum to invest, send 1t down. and
we boys will look after your interests"
| Silently Silas rose and clasped the
younger man by the hand. Silently he bent
| over and kissed the peach bloom on his
| daughters cheek, then crossed the room
and mounts ed the stairs. A sob shook Jen-
| MES frame.
! Don't cry, sweetheart" whispered her
| husband. TWENTY-FIVE years of married
| life form a chapter not easily closed. The
| remedy he used with your mother has prob
| ably been harder on him than On her and
| I've known all along that his heart was
| back on the old pace-with Emeline
| Amelia You women can't understand that
VnI wi
| We are undemonstrative about it, perhaps
but when we try to break the habit-well,
we just can't"
1t was Thanksgiving eve, and Emeltne
| Amelia sat alone In the kitchen. 1t was not
only to save the carpet that she had closed
| up the dining room. Oil and wood cost
money. And the Hoskins boy had gone
home for Thanksgiving day. Grudgngly
she had said that she guessed sne could
look after the stock. She turned up the
light and laid out the last few letters she
| had received from SaS.
Not a word about wanting to see me-"
she murmured. Not line about :laving
me down for Thanksgiving. Dont suppose
they've given a thought to whether Ia
be asked anywheres. suppose Jennie and
Jim is coddling him so he's got selfish. Man
is naturally selfish anyhow I 1emem-
Der the day though that 81 would have
thought of me first. There was nothing
could kept him from me Thanksgiving day
nor Christmas. Why, 1 remember the year
before we were married he drove through a
regular blizzard to"
The words faltered, and she felt pettishly
for her pocket. Before she could reach her
handkerchief there came a knock at the
door She rubbed the back of her hand
across her eyes, but forgot to thrust the
letters out Of sight.
And so Slas found her, with the first
tears she had shed in years, moistening
her cheeks, and his letters spread out upon
the table.
He patted her hand gently tenderly and
she did not draw away from mis- clasp as
she had for more than one long year before
he left the farm. She stood looking at
him with shining eyes.
'Silas! Silas. And | was just saying to
myself l had nothing to be thankful for
COMMUNICATING!
And now?' he asked with all the earger-
ness of that Thanksgiving day when he had
faced blizzard to eat with his sweetheart
With mighty sigh of relief-with some
thing more, which sounded very like sob
of happiness, she laid her head on his we'll
clad shoulder and cried.
And now I've got everything
thing"