The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1904-02-26

Mabel F. Tuttle. in Four-Track News.
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! TIE WAS clerk-young, gay, sam
= guine Her father was the presi-
J lent of the Passaic Cotton company,
Y worth million-old, gruff, sordid. She
Z married him thinking herself the gamer
8 exchanging forever an indulgeDt ia
!, her for a. loving husband. Her father
= lad told her never to darken his portals.
{ .gain. She wept, but the sunny smile
: and comforting arm of him dried her
ears and She grew content. - S'2s
etsszszs hsy rented little cottage and for a
time the young wife was as happy as the
fstSuashinei of love could make her.r Her
husband, dashing and light-hearted, was
:. to her. the essence of mob lity-she
5 greeted him on his return from the store
! rapturously. He in his turn was equally
J Ioyed IN the society of his WIFE,
i One ,,ayarshe discovered the pressing
: heed OF an apron-a paltry tribe. She
: appealed to him bHthely, feeling no pangs
: Of conscience at the request to one SO
s manly, SO generous, so just. His face
colored when he heard it and his aEswer
q was broken, hesitating one.
: IL haven't the ready cash, sweet,
s need It right OFF," he said. She felt
>s+ N'paiued and locked up at. him with wide
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hDid have" he unused, regretfully.
Played hand OF so last night and
things went against me-" he said, awk
wardly.
"A hand?" said she, soberly.
'Yes-cards, you know. Just for fun,
Of course" was the lame reply.
"And-my-boy-lost
Exactly. But never mind. 1t won't
happen again and-Tll see about the
apron" He spoke hurriedly, showing her
away from him to sit down behind his
evening paper. Shewent slowly into the
kitchen and as she stopped to light the
fire two bright tears crept into her eyes.
The first cloud had dimmed her horizon.
Supper was partaken of in silence
save for an occasional dismal attempt on
his part to appear gay. She never said
word and his heart smote him as he
saw the bright red flush in her cheeks.
I'm dog" he told himself. Then
he went back to his paper and listened
while she attended to the dishes in the
lonely little kitchen.
Next morning he sun came up bright
and beaming. A robin, perched on the
gatepost, sang merry spring song that
bade fair to push the load of misery off
her heart. Her husband appeared fresh
and gay and waved a CHEEKY good-by as
he hurried out the gate and OF to his
work.
The days routine came to an end at
length and he returned.
"See," he cried, here's a dollar. I've
arranged to draw one dollar every day,
sweety, and its going to you to be sailed
~. down."
-, "Oh, Harry" she exclaimed and she
smiled through tears as she threw her
farms around his neck.
The. reconciliation was completed and
the evening was the pleasantest she had
yet experienced. Harold was again her
ideal and she found herself lowering
about him anxious to do the little Offices
of kindness she felt he loved so well.
A month passed by and in the rosejar,
8 securely hidden by the fragrant leaves,
were $50. Harold was true to his word
and each day strengthened the band that
held the two together. She had par
doned his failing, considering it boyish
prank. He had outgrown it, she said
Happy indeed was the day, months
later, when Harold came home and told
her he had made arrangements to pur-
= chase the little cottage She clapped
her hands and half-smothered him with
her kisses. He blushed and struggled
frhitlessly to avoid them, disclaimine
all credit. Then he explained it to her
she punctuating it frequently by sundry
squeezes and caresses. He had asked
old Curmudgeon's price on the property
Curmudgeon had demanded 81 900. He
had.then offered $500 compromised on
$500 and had paid down 500, giving 9
moftaee for the balance.
what is a mortgage, Harry" she
asked. nesting closer.
Mortgage? Why, that's what they
kick you out with II you don't pay it
he said. and they laughed at his defini.
ton, as two children would
"oh. Harry, III pay it sure" she cried
seizing his face between her palms
There, there. child. -hows supper get.
ting along. I'm hungry as a bear" hs
said. finally.
She ran out and busted herself at ths
preparations, while he, feeling proud Of
everything. settled down behind the pa,
per.