Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1904-06-22

| "Oh, l don't know" Helen replied
hurriedly. Just then she was longing
for her writing with all her soul. and
this abrupt entrance of the ghost shook
her like second Macbeth.
Dick looked down with kindly, hui.
morous eyes
Never mind" he consoled. "'Angel.
are bright still. though the brightest
fell y
"Oh, please don't quote Macbeth
She got up hastily and walked to the
window. If she could only tell Dick
all about it. But of course she mustn't
This sacrifice. like most of the sacri.
hces women make for men, must be
Kept a dark secret. The pathetic part
about it being in this case, as in most
similar cases, that the man, had he
known, would have been quick to repu.
date the sacrifice. But not knowing
II SO CHANGED that in the long days that
followed big, kind-hearted Dick hac
the role of selfish brute thrust upor
MIN and watched the restless light take
| possession of his little wife'S hereto
Iore happy brown eyes, without for &
moment suspecting that his supposed
sensitiveness was at the bottom of ali
her bother. He imagined. as any other
sane man would have done, that she had
met with some discouraging rebuff thai
mad turned her heart against her favor.
tie fad. But he scarcely expected heI
heart to stay turned and he certainly
ala not approve of that jaded air Fol
Helen was suffering the same sensa.
ton that induced Macbeth to com,
plain:
"Methought heard a voice cry slee1
no more
Had not she, too. murdered her besr
Trend? That stanch ally that hat
borne with her the brunt of so many
battles? Small wonder that she coult
not sleep. Ghosts ever walk by night
Yet she had no thought of giving ovel
the attempt to keep the ghost under.
ground. She shook her head at the
free glad thoughts that came clamor.
Ing for perpetuation and shut her eyes
against pen-pictures praying to be pui
on paper With all the might of reso.
luton she closed her heart against the
tempting 1ntoxication of that exquisite
bandonment-"The clean, strons
Joy OF creating once known i.
agony to forego.
But the incessant fight wearied her
and Z was with a last flicker of her ole
whimsical fun that she put up tn,
prayer:
With some sweet oblivious anti.
dote cleanse the stuffed bosom of tina.
perilous stuff which weighs upon the
heart "
And presently the plot began t.
thlcken, for the cook took a hand. Hell.
en-. having found sheets and shams E
sorry substitute for studies, went in We
nemently for housekeeping, prowlin,
about the pantry, fidgeting over close
shelves and cleaning of cutlery, con
cocting incredible cakes to be criet
over in private, but blamed upon cool
in public-the upshot being, that cock
exasperated, gave notice
1t was at this unlucky crisis tina.
| Dick, noting the worried wrinkles upor
the brow that was once serene anc
thoughtful, put down his coffee will
the query:
Don't you think, Helen, that yo,
should do less fancy work and-er-
read more?"
i can't" she replied briefly.
Dick took a prospective glance at ;
long line OF ng-aloud-evenings ant
lelt that the time had come to set aside
del1cacy of feeling and dread of intrud
ing.
why can't your" he insisted. am
poor, tormented Helen answered tart
ly:
Because I'm letting I dare not wal
upon l would like the poor cat i tn.
adage!"
''Why, Helen,"
oh. | didn't mean to be sharp. L
Dick laid hand on either shoulde;
and looked down steadily into he,
troubled eyes.
DO you know" he said gently. &c
used 10 have little wife that scrubbed
out all her frets and worries. and sb,
was such jolly little wife?" He tool
a pad of white paper from his pocket
also fountain pen and a beautiful,
sharpened lead pencil. and laid then
impressively side by side upon. the ia.
Bile. Then he kissed her between he,
bothered brown eyes and went OH,
quickly.
Helen sank back in her chair witt
an uncertain little laugh.
why. he'd rather 1 did" From
some odd corner memory brought the
line: I've scotched the snake. no;
killed it, and she laughed exultinglv
/ haven't even scotched it." Their
suddenly sitting up, But. o Lord Osi.
ris, whose feet are upon the crocodiles
what title that would be: "a Scotchet
Snake!'.''
When Dick came home that evenins
he found flushed cheeks and roughenet
hair. flying pencil and scattered sheets
of manuscript; and settled himsel.
eontentedly to pipe and paper murmur.
ing tenderly:
Lay on Macduff, and damned bs
him who first cries Hold, enough,"
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