The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1906-08-04

ner mouth.
THE end is COMM" she muttered
behind the tightly closed fingers 81
simply can't endure him any longer"
Under the scanty gray hair. brushed
mercilessly back from the anxious
brow, her eyes. strained. fixed and
hopeless. presently roved with a slow
despair from the yellow painted cell
Ing to the clean, worn dresser. where
stood the shining tins in readiness for
the mornings milk Dropping her
hand. DorcGs gazed at them queerly.
Forty years I've flied pans right
here. Oh! THAT amt done right
here? Stood and worked, and thought,
and planned, laughed cad cried, happy
and miserable, summer and winter,
rain and shine. Lord! Lord! Lord!"
She clasped her forehead, grooming
bitterly, with no tears, unconsciously
counting the well-used household i'm
PIGMENTS hanging neatly on their
nails, and the array Of canisters and
small spice-boxes on the shelf. ITO
drop dead would be a mercy" she
whispered. If I dared"
Picking up keen-edged bread knife,
the woman patted the sharp point
with a finger. smiling grimly while
she poked her corset ribs.
IF had heart, 'twould be about
here, ! s'pose. Pshaw! That's no
way. II you get to thinkin' Of that
No! While the fits on me I'll tell
him. Just as am. I'll go out to the
barn and tell him I'm goin'. From his
actions lately, he ought to be wlllin'
enough. My soul! when did 1t all
start, and what for? It's like wall
of ice, beginnin' with drop and
CROWN, CROWN, till we're froze apart
as WIDE as the poles. He knows 1t.
know 1t. It's beyond ever meltin'.
Nothin' to do but one thing"
Across the yard, unmindful Of the
dew still soaking the uncut grass and
the fact of her low heel-trodden slip
pers, Mrs. Cope marched stolidly.
blind to the early sunshine, deaf to
her favorite robins, intent only upon
the words burning In her brain.
''I'll be cool and calm" she kept
saying, mumbling her lower lip. "Pll
say, 'Beecher. what's the use? II
there's any comfort left on earth for
either of us we'll never find 1t togeth-
err And he'll say-well-not much, l
guess. Why no need of luggin' this
knife out here" she added, surprised
ly. II thought put 1t town."
The great barn door stuck and
.creaked dismally as Dorcas squeezed
through, pushing an aperture suffl-
GENTLY wide to allow ingress for her
narrow figure. Hes In here some
where" she said to herself, with an
added irritation at the delay, as she
peered about. 1.-THE cows amt out
yet. What's that ladder doin' there?
What's"
A low, dreadful cry burst from her.
Then she went up the ladder like a
mad creature, bent over beam and
slashed with the bread knife.
Beecher Cope fell heavily in a heap.
Half sliding, half dropping, his wife
descended with perilous agility. flev
to him, tore the moose from his neck,
rolled him over and sank to her lnees.
Mr.. Cope was very muchalive, albeit
somewhat purple and greatly shame
faced and dismayed. His rope had not
been properly adjusted. Having tied
his feet and hands with strong Irvine,
he was undergoing a slow and pain
full process of strangulation, with no
power to expedite matters, when his
better half had appeared on the scene.
Gasping few times, he cleared his
throat for speech.
"Dorcas Cope, don't you never let
on! Cut them strings and | II get up"
Promise me you'll never try this
ag'in If not, I'll leave you tied.
Beecher Cope. I'll call in the neigh
bors-I'll-" n
"The Lord hearin' me. I've Mad
enough. Dorcas."
Her face was like G white flint IS
she shipped the bonds, helped him
stagge- stifily to his feet. and took his
arm.
Come right In the house, Beecher."
she said, quietly.
Tn, ctern-featured old man walked
submissive.y by her side. He had not
trembled at the prospect of death, but
now he shuddered, leaning against the
woman with his head lowered.
You druv me 10 IL, ne grunted az
gressively.
"How?"
"I dunno how. I can't tell; but you
did. For ten years you've been drivin
me to 1t, Dorcas-I couldn't stand II
another day."
"Humph!" Mrs. Cope's throaty OK
clamation was hardly distinct.
They reached the kitchen. The half.
prepared breakfast was on the range.
"Set down." said the woman
strangely. Drink this cup of hot tea
Throat hurt your"
Mono, not much. Kind O.
choky :
He gulped the beverage and helt
out his cup tor more. Dorcas sat ant
slipped hers.
'Now then" she said.
Cope Strengthened up. "Dorcas," h,
began, shalkily, have ever scoldet
you, or ben mean or overbearin'
Haven't l got you what was neces
sary? Could you call me cranky
Amt a good husband--take me al