Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1903-11-21

would only - few days as ron was
goin' away. Nargis, she'll take the milk
then"
Instead Of sleeping that night, Agatha
Clair thought One result of her think
ing was that when Hardness came in
the morning she told him he could not
have Mamie.
II hardly expected Gene would part
with her." the man said, good humoredly.
Would another ten be any inducementT
Agatha shook her brown head decid-
eddy. Nothing you can offer will induce
us to let Mamie co.
Fowler was to return Thanksgiving
morning. Would Eugene come with him,
or would he go north? There was no
way Of communicating with him. There
was nothing Agatha could do. Nay, there
was one thing-she could pray. Some
times she would fall upon her knees and
assail heaven with prayers that were de-
mands. Again the peace that had filled
her heart when child at her mothers
side came TO her, and she trustingly ask
ed that Eugene might come home to find
a different wife from the one whose dis
content had driven him away.
Thanksgiving came. The sky was gray
and lowering, while the east wind
brought, ever and anon a gust of snow.
The train would reach the village a
mile away at eleven. Before that time
Agatha's arrangements were completed.
In the oven turkey was browning, veg
etables stood in readiness for the stove.
The table was bright in its best array of
linen, china and silver. There were quiz
ering molds of amber jelly, dish of
oranges garnished with green leaves, and
Mt Eugene's plate, a cluster of pink car
nations.
The whole house was bright and coy~
Agatha, in the gray dress with scark.
trimmings that Eugene liked so we'll, was
watching at the window.
Everything was done. Think as best
she could there was not one task re-
naming undone with which she could
busy herself. Nothing to do but watch
that dreary road which wound around
the hill.
If he did not come-Agatha's breath
came in short, quick gasps. She had
said she had nothing to be thankful for.
All, could she go back to that day she
would ask no choicer boon of heaven.
Hark! the train was whisrtling at the
station. 1t would not be long now. She
resolutely turned away from her watch,
making a tour of the house and keeping
away from the window for ten minutes.
He was not yet in sight.
But why give these details? Those
who have kept a like vigil will under
stand, and to no others can words tell
the story When the clock chi1ned
twelve Agatha threw herself on tho
lounge and tears had their own way.
mot coming back" she cried. 20,
Eugene! How can | live without you? 2"
She did not hear the slow step on the
porch. At the opening of the door she
raised her head.
Eugene! Thank God, Eugene"
He did not understand, but he took
her in his arms and there she sobbed out
the whole story.
"But your visit to Orley-" he hest
;ated a little over the words, you better
go, Agatha. now we have the money. 1t
Ms dull here for you"
Her hand was laid softly on his lips.
1--WE haven't the money. did not let
Mamie go. / knew you loved her and
was only parting with her to crafty my
foolish whime. AS to its being dull. you
are here. dear. l am so glad to be with
you once more. know. for the first time
in my life. what Thanksgiving really
ans."-The Housewife.