New-York tribune., 1906-04-08

TUGH HARMED, once called by his fellow
farmer, nurse cook, what not, entered
4 L his wite,s room with tray in his
hand. He had done this every morning
Breakfast. my LADY,"
pale face turned from the ample white e-draped
the corner. =. Yes. my lord. Oh, how tempting
She said as She glanced over the neat tray
vory dishes. /" y HOu re good to me"
j lifted her tenderly and propped her shoulders
eral pillows Why shouldn't be good!
kissed her softly on the cheek. Not every
IS 50 taIr lady 10 serve He smOOthed
ed--lothes carefully. and drew the rose-coored
..aEale closer around her pale throat. But when
ghtened his tall body and looked away from
instantly, as II a shadow had fallen upon him,
- y care appeared IN his dOWn-drOoping features,
breath was silently lOng-drawn
art bis voice was still full OF cheer. Ho. there,
-.-s ot the napkin and the cup" he called, and
-leF al once that he spoke to children.
q moment they appeared, girl hardly out of
loOd. with q napkin pressed in her hands as
ully as II Il was some priceless chalice. and
Two Or three years older, proudly carrying cup
canning coffee.
See Mama Althea I carry it in one hand, and
Mama dear little mani" she said fondly taking
us coffee from him. Have YOU all had breakfast?
IS mama both answered.
And did you have broiled steak and straw
Wraf
Slltter o-t Of here," interrupted the father
:" kagHr 9. The kitchen the dish-towel waits"
The two ran out. laughing and obedient But
tire mother turned TO the window. Some swift
determination settled in her face yet her eyes were
hopeless Oh, / won't let them do it, l won't have
better things than they have" she whispered
Echcneutly 10 herself
Hugh hustled about. setting rights the meagerly
furnished room Madam Althea why don YOU
eat, Doesn't the feast please you? The cook has
done ms best
She smiled al him; but it not frank response
II his cbcery words. She knew that under his merry
manner his heart heavy with care; still he could
work. work for them all and She could do nothing.
et She must play her part too; so she smiled. And
the cooks best IS very good. l Il Try TO live up
that Is. eat up-to his effort
There was silence for a little time. She ate with
the slow appetite of the invalid 4 must try hard
this last morning she murmured to herself as she
lang1idly picked the steak and slipped the coffee.
We had frost last night. didn't we2 She asked.
On, trife. nothing TO hurt US, guess.
Althea was not deceived by the light words. She
knew that two degrees Of cold more or less meant
distress OF comfort for the next year.
Another clean jacket and apron: she said pres
entity. on eNtraVagant boy
He went 10 the bed and moved the tray 10 a near
bv char He pulled and srnoothed the bed-clothes
with quick strong motions that not ungentle,
vet they BETRAYED the masculine OvereXpendltuTe
Of vigor upon small matters Perhaps the brisk
movements covered emotion that he wished TO con
ccal- for he leaned her and silently, tenderly
stTokcd her hair; and It was sometime before he
spoke but when words came they were gay at first;
and not less so at the last, only more earnest You
know N lightning change artist stable-boy
minute chef the next. and after that attendant