Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1903-11-02
AGATHA GLARS THANKSGIVING
BY HOPE DARING.


60 WO weeks from tomorrow is
Thanksgiving Let us go to Orley
x to spend it," Go to Orley. Why,
Agatha, you must be crazy" Agatha
Clair pushed back her unfinished cup of
coffee. decided frown on her smooth
white forehead. Indeed. Eugene" there
was a note of irritation in her voice. Il
fail to see why woman should be pro-
bounced crazy because she expresses Il
desire to visit her home, after an alb
sence of year and a half Home.
he echoed the word little reproachfully
his eyes wandering around the neat din
ing room. This is home. Agatha. The
FIRST real one we have either of us had
for years"
The color deepened on the wife's
cheeks Her husbands words were true,
her girlhood's home, with an uncle in
distant city. had not been happy one.
This uncle had been too proud to let his
sisters child earn her bread. and as there
had been more pride than love or money
in the home Agatha had realized the
bitterness of the bread of dependence.
The coy farmhouse, shared with the
quiet man who had won her love. had
seemed haven of peace. Used all her
life to the hustle of a city and to home
crowded with gay young life, Agatha be
gan, after time. to long for change.
Just now a letter from her cousins tell
ing of concerts. lectures and parties,
made the uneventful winter stretching
before her look very dreary.
She sat toying with her spoon until
her husband had finished his breakfast.
I'M -;,,,, E,rhf ~
her soft gray eyes.
why can't we 20. Eugene?"
Cant afford it," he replied little
ungrnciously. for her persistence annoyed
him. besides the railroad fare. there i
be a lot of new clothes wanted and--
"Clothes.' Agatha was angry now.
Really. | didn't suppose you knew that
woman ever had to have clothes. I've
seen nothing since | was your wife to
show any such knowledge on your part.
I'm tired of this scrimping and saving
and stagnating.
There was a pause. Husband and
wife confronted each other, both with
flushed faces and hurried breath.
And I'm" he began holly. Then.
moved by some memory. he stopped. 4
moment later he cried ont. oh. Agatha.
| never dreamed that You felt that way.
II cost so much for Us to start and the
crops have been poor | thought you I'M
derstood." and breaking off abruptly he
strobe ont through the kitchen on his
way to the barn.
As the heroine of nineteenth century
story. Agatha should have sat down and
burst into tears. But there was little of
the heroic about her She was only an
ordinary woman whose temper was
aroused. although not to such an extent
that she could entirely forget the unusual
chord of pain in her husbands voice.
However. she Went about her work set
ting down her pretty china with an I'M
necessary amount of energy and saying
to herself, Il think il downright mean
In Eugene | wonder how | shall ever
endure this long. lonesome winter. No
place TO go and no one to see The mat
ter was not referred 10 again. But there
was a cloud between husband and wife
the first since their wedding day.
The third day after the scene at the
breakfast table a neighbor. Mrs. Ferris,
called and asked Agatha to accompany
her to a meeting Of the Sewing Society.
The young wife eagerly accepted the in
vitation. 1t would enable her TO forget.
for little time nj least.
Agatha Went rapidly about her toilet.
Her guest was stated in the dining room,
and by leaving the door open CONVERSE
zion could be carried on during the hair
brushing and the dress changing.
Where are You going to spend
Thanksgiving Mrs. Ferris asked.
while she studied the arrangement Of the
violet-strewn silkolene drape on the shelf
near her. secretly wondering If she could
not initiate il.
Thanksgiving" Agatha repeated with