Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1903-11-21
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| The young wife eagerly accepted the in
vitation. 1t would enable her to forget,
for a little time at least.
Agatha went rapidly about her toilet.
| Her guest was stated in the dining ROOM
and by leaving the door open conyersa-
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 It.
Thanksgiving" Agatha repeated with
hard, little laugh. "There is to be no
such day in my calendar. / can't think
of one thing that l am thankful for, I'M
less it is that this dull life will soon kill
me-"
why, Mrs. Clair! l suppose that you
were thankful that you and Mr.. Clair
were still living in the borderland of
bliss that lovers imagine will last"
There was a moments silence. Agatha
was busy fastening the collar of her
pretty green serge. Outside the window,
opened to admit the crisp autumnal sir,
whitefaced man leaned against the
house, the golden straw with which he
had been covering the pansy bed blow
ing UNDECIDED about his feet.
II am thankful that we have emerged
into the land Of common sense. If we
had done It a year and a half ago life
might still mean something for ma. Now
L see l have made a mistake"
Ten minutes later Eugene Clair came
forward to put his wife and Mrs. Ferris
into the waiting carriage. He replied
courteously to the question of his neigh
Dor and as they were starting, said:
'Good-by, Agatha"
But Agatha was too busy covering her
dress with the robe to do more than nod
in reply.
The sun, red and angry looking, was
just disappearing from sight behind the
forest crowned hills west of Agathas
home when Mrs. Ferris left her at the
gate. The wind walled loudly around the
house and the young wife shivered az
die hurried up the path.
II hope Eugene will have a fire." she
said to herself "He always remembers
such things"
For once he had not remembered. The
house was empty and cold. On the table
lay a letter addressed, Agatha"
Chilled by nameless terror she car
He'd 1t to the window, and by the dim
light, read:
Dear Agatha have a chance to go
with Fowler to Chicago with a carload
Of horses. Must start at once and be
gone a week. Hardness is coming in
the morning to see about Mamie. Tell
him he can have her for hundred and
twenty-five dollars. He will pay you.
Take the money and go to Orley, you can
get your new clothes after you get there.
Stay as long as you like and enjoy your
self. I'll get along nicely, and if Fow-
Ter makes me a good offer | will go di-
rectly to the lumber camps for the win
ter. Ever yours,
EUGENE"
"Sold Mamie" Agatha gasped. "Eu-
gene gone for a week and l am to tell
Hardness that he can have Nannie!"
Mamie was a beautiful black colt.
Agatha knew how proud her husband
was of the intelligent animals beauty
and grace. She had often heard him de-
clare that money could not buy her. And
Hardness was noted for his cruelty, the
last person into whose hands Eugene
would be willing to place Mamie.
Then that mention of the lumber
camps and the hint that he might not re
turn. What did it all mean? Was it
because of her words that morning that
he was trying so hard to secure money :?
When the hired man, who lived in the
| tenant house, brought in the milk Aga
ina learned that Eugene had made ar
! engagements in case he did not come back
sleep here" Tom concluded. said it