The Beaumont enterprise. [volume] (Beaumont, Tex.) 1904-current, 1904-09-15

| the work seem easier, the sun not
quite so hot, and the seat on the old
reaper little less hard
A quick flush spread over Amys
| fair face; for an instant her intrepid
spirit threatened to give way, but
she uttered not a word.
John Frost's nature was sensitive
TO repulse, and when his wife showed
| no signs of responding to his demon.
| STATIONS of love, his arm slipped from
| her waist and drawing himself up half
haughtily, said: amy, is dinner
| ready?"
"You may call the men," she replied,
Coolly.
John stepped to the back kitchen
door and called to the men who wero
| lettering in the shade of the trees
Come, boys; come right in. Din
| ner is ready"
Through the airy kitchen they filed,
| each one in his turn greeting Amy
! with n smile or nod of recognition.
Amy took her place opposite her
| husband at the table, which was a
model of perfection. On either end
was a low. glass dish filled with sliced
cucumbers and ripe tomatoes, gar
nished with crisp, curling lettuce
leaves. a plato of homemade bread
and "A dish of golden butter. The other
dishes were eatirCly hidden by close
covered tureens, or fresh, clean nap
| kins. On Il quaint old SidCbOard
within easy reach of Amy's right
| hand, was row of Sickly looking pies,
their pallor almost hidden 10y coat
| ing of white sugar.
For n moment all heads were bowed
in silent prayer, with the master Of
Maple Grove Farm" then with par
donable pride in his face, he lifted
| the napkin from n huge platter di-
| rcctly opposite HIM. exposing To view
| the carefully prepared bodies OF scv-
/ rral spring chickens. Instantly tho
| truth flashed upon him. He raised his
| eyes and met the unilinching gaze of
his wife: he turned livid with rage,
ne. uncoycriuE dish after dish he
found only daintily prepared hut I'M
cooked vegetables. IAN eyes were
turned upon him. His throat work
| ed couyulsiycly. and his jaws went TO-
| rcthcr with the nrmncss OF steel lie
! was making n desperate effort 10
control himself In the midst of his
humiliatiug position At last his face
reclaimed it's color, and looking stead
ny into The eyes Of HIS wife. asked:
Mrs Frost. how Ions will 30 take
| won 4, cook this dinner providing you
! have the wood to cook II vilh'
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