New-York tribune., 1903-07-26

Who, dear
Your mother"
About your height, my wife"
'She loved you very much. I know?"
II think she did-yes."
And she has been dead six years. Do you
think she knows that you are happy. Francis?
You are happy, aren't you?"
ION such a fine day-yes my wife, am If
the sun were a trife less warm. I may say
should be completely happy"
MY mother has been dead-twenty-one years
next July"
"she died when you were born. didn't she?"
Very soon after. I wonder what she was
Swaziland still-and beautiful-and good,
Amy"
You mean that am those? Dear, love to
hear you call me beautiful. 1t makes me think
I ann
DO you believe so truly in my wordT"
Yes, Francis"
Thank you. my wife"
"And Francis?'
"Weu?"
"I not beautiful am afraid nor good.
But I think I know what truth is think, in
just that one thing. worthy of you, my
husband. Francis, do you think ought to tell
you-everything?
THAT, my dear. I Will leave to your judg-
ment."
There was man once" she said. after q
pause. "who-told me he loved me"
How could he help it?'
81 hated him?
81 know him, my dear; Of him"
There was only one.'
And you hated him? Did he-did he say any
thing-by chance-about me. Any?'
She nodded.
"What?"
ct have forgotten No; have not forgotten.
But he will not speak to me again"
Are you unforgiving. little wife?" Brad
ford spoke with & lazy content He bore no Ill
viii to Charges. In fact, he little pleased
that the rector too, should have transgressed
the rules of the game; II marked score off his
own book. But Amy did not answer the smile
in his voice. Her lips were firm as she re-
peated:
HE will not speak TO me again, Francis"
Lowton, that ancient servitor. here appeared,
axe in hand.
"Mrabel she says it's dinner time. an she's
gen'ally right. I dunno s ever saw you lookin'
better, Miss Amy"
Mrs Bradford, Lowton. Don't forget that"
mis- Bradford, should say. I was remarkin'
to Mirabel that marriage agrees with some folks,
I guess, but it never agreed with me much"
What have you been cutting?'
"Cuttin'?" Lowtons voice was dramatic IN
the intensity of its scorn. II haint been cuttin'
nothin' 1 been hammerin' an OF dead log 10
pieces for frewood, same ez a man lookin' fer
grubworms"
Come, Amy. A voice crieth-dinnerr'
There is an infinitely complex joy to see ones
wife at such a simple matter as the washing of
her face and hands and the adjustment of the
ripples or her hair.
Luncheon was made moraentous by the pres
ent OF a cake-a mighty cake. which bore the
and 4 IN rAd
perrints The younger Lowton carried this
in. his mother following TO explain And we
hone it amt a Hbaty, which it is; but we're
fond Of Miss Amy; an what you did for US, sir,
can't be told. So I thought how cake''-
IT was fine thought" answered Bradford,
heartily. "and this is fine cake Will you have
a slice A.?"
Yes, F, if you please"
They went for a long walk after luncheon.
Amy attired herself in a blue waist and short
blue skirt Blue became Bradford's favorite
welcome. huntress Of the ancient woods.
Shall I take a rife?"
"Why?'
why. indeed? We viii let Cupid walk be-
tween US, Amy, and use his bow and arrows II
anv game turns up" She laughed gayly for
answer. The mildest humor found her favor II
II was Bradford's Let us rise up ana call
blessed the wife who laughs al heI husDdhu
nit There is more contentment in such a
,o,,seboId than when stalled oxen are the daily
food.
They took the high trail" across the river,
I'D along bv bushes of russet and bushes Of
green. through colonnades of fir and pine. Away
ta,or, the river crept and sparkled, now leaving
them now as suddenly returning Bradford de-
cIarAd that it was spying on thenl-a detective
liver set 10 watch their doings by some envious
and inimical god
NAV not my wife and walk "nere we
r1ease?" he questioned. dsdainfully.
Rv and by they reached small ravine' de-
scanded it, and found a creek Weholns a-ohs-
~ roade cup of his hands and she drank.
How funny it tastes!" she cried He put
- 70 his ups 'Inl-h'm! Amy-do you see
4t,at Mace where it shadows TO the shore
+bere where the rock is? And from there DO
,,o,, sac that scar, like a road almost, Up the
stae of The ravine? Deer made that scar This
q 3 derrick Here they come early In the
r,orning and take their Congress water There
uas one like this up north, where used TO
conn out. II had a rife now, and there was
deer there, and it was in season, and l
.ould hit hinn-bangl Venison for dinner? VIII
,,oI, have yours broiled or fried my wife?
.sDjd YOU shoot them up north ??
.I sbor at them My shooting was always