Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-12-16

oil this until he came To tho coffc, and said In
o half vexed toue--
AL do wish VIC could ever have any good
coffee, Annette. Why cannot you make II as
mother does?'
"This was drop to much for me, and I
boiled over.
"You mover think anything on our table
fit to DO eaten said I, and almost started
ut the sound of my own voice, you had better
live at homo If you arc not satisfied, or else
provide mo with decent servants. cannot
do everything--take care of my baby sllnight,
and get tho breakfast tHo'
: did not know before that yns so very
unreasonable said he, in o tone Of injured
feeling.
d" He sat a few moments, then rose, left his
untasted breakfast, ga7oap bis hat and went
of. When l heaxaI ,rshnt behitn him,
all my tsnapsr-ts:. ,---sent into mjIroonI.
locked myself in,. satsdnwn and cried like o
child. This was be i st cross uord I had
ever spoken tony hassz;zd. " seemed to me
Ms If some sudden calamity had befallen Us.
worked myself up 10 snch pitch Of feeling.
t.at l walked about the room wriuging my
hands.
80, it is all over with u.s. thought I; we
shall never be happy together again in, this
world This thought >lade me unspeakably
miserable. felt as liza black pail had fallen
around me, md in The future there was only
darkness. In my misery sought to comfort
myself by blaming HIM He need not have
spoken so to me, Ut any Eato,' said I, out loud;
he might have seen how felt; it WIS too
much for any one t. bear. 1t really was not
q bit kind in him. 1t is plain enough he does
not care for my comfort as he once did. Then
to be always telling M what nice things his
mother cooks, when ho knows am trying to
do my very best to learn to please biui- 1t is
really to bad
49, Don't look So .healfully sober, Kate
My baby cried just here, aud Ind to run be-
fore | WAS through With my catalogue Uf
grievances; yet had gone far enough to get
well On the wrong track again. began to
c,lm myself with til. r, ilcction that, if there
had been great wypnt done, I WAS MOI the
oaly one TO blanos fut It. was dreadiully
sorry that bad spoken cross to him, but
thought he ought to be- sorry, too. Before
my baby had finished crying, came to the
cunclusloa Tint | woull-exhibit no signs OF
pciitcuce until l silw,somc in him.
so ba'hed. ny race, that no traces of
tears nigh, rauam, dressed myself with un-
usual care, and went down TO Old B, idget TO
give SOME very par,ichiar directions about the
uiurer. 1 uid this with. q martyr-like spirit.
me4ut to try my IEst ipl make him sorry for
,,1rsr-rate -ddidrr, go0I MS his mother could
uopk. Tp wnct the edge Of my delicate re-
Yroach, made, With my own hands, most
excellent cup oil cvticc.
''Une O'Clock came at last, though Thought
it never would: the door opened, and heard
his quick step in the hal. Of all things in
this word, he was whistling! He came to
the 'abio with bright face, from which every
trace of the mornings cloud had disappeared,
and as he sat down hs looked around with
pleased expression.
"Why, Annctte,' said he, what nice
dinner
81 am glad you are pleased said I, in a
suhdued tone.
"'Capital, said he, 'the best roast We have
had this SEASON.
I" Ho was 80 much taken up with my deli
cate reproofs ny mt to notice that WAS out of
spirits. was halt pleased and half provoked /;
but kept rather still, making little conversa-'
ton excepting in replyto him
AFTER dessert handed him his cup of
coffee. He was astonished. 'wby, Annette
said he, i do believe you went to work to-
day to see what you could do RI
"Hc he'd hit the truth, though without the
least suspicion of the oa,ise. My first impulse
WAS to be honest and cut with it by replying,
is it as good as your, mother makes?' This
would have given him the key to the whole
story--he would have ferreted it all out, md
We should have settled it there; but felt
ashamed to. slipped my coffee In silence.
lac golden. moments passed, and my good
angel took its flight pride had the day. /
even began to be vexed at his enjoying good
dinner SO much, and so easily forgetting what
adcauscd me SO much suffering. He was very
busy on that day, and did not stay with me as
long as usual TO chat. hut went off whistling
even more cheerlly thSa when he came.
81 went up into to nursery and snt down
to think it over. Baby was asleep; the rain
was pattering against tae windows, tho wind
was rising, and 10 ue the world looked dreary
enough. had tired myself oil cut getting
up such dinner, and now the excitement
was over, and felt The reaction, began to
ask my self what had got for it. Just no.
thing at alr. My husband either did not or
would not see that there was anything TO be
reconciled about blamed him for his in
sensibility. Once thought /, he would
have noticed any change in my voice, or any
shadow which came over my spirits. now,
can really be cross to him and he does not
mind il at all"
IL had doleful afternoon of it, was
restless enough trying first one employment
and then ANOTHER, but finding nothing which