The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1907-10-17

1 ANAitG ANN4A. tAfIty.
oh 'he depths of the closet where
sue - selecting baby clothes, kiss
oari instead, that will do as well 7
.oh aohbt YOU think good deal
more OF him than YOU do of me any
as' win perversely bitter intona
ton.
she thinks he will hasten to her
ana coax her out OF her pet. she Is
siOads mistaken; he Is not used 10
any such moods in his bright utt,s
helpmate. so does not know how r.
.ahe them There is sudden silence
| 'heh she faces round just In time to
see MIN give baby Carl one long kiss
ana ne turns away mute and hurt. and
Is gone. She hesitates moment. toe
proud 10 call TO him even then till
at last her heart conqners and she
runs after him. but IL is too late.
ne mas passed out of the sfde-door
gone down the walk and is lust stem.
ping on board the waiting horse-ear.
How heavily the day passes after
sfis' only a tender hearted woman
mastered by the same failing can
know Never before has she spoken
| such words to the husband she loves
| SO dearly; never before since their
| "edding-day have they parted for
even few hours without a kiss and a
| loving word.
lheirs has been very happy mar.
rage. too. having in 1t all the ele-
ments OF prosperity and content.
Chariey Burt is a house-carpenter by
trade, first-rate mechanic, sobe~. in
dustrious, earning good wages and
constantly advancing at his work
Ihey have CODY little home. pref.
~ cottage in the suburbs.
To-day she goes about the pretty
rooms tidying everything as usual,
and for the first time takes no pride
or pleasure in them,
She gets through her. routine work
somehow, doing. all she thinks of or
nnds time for because To leave any.
thing undone would only add to the
suffering of mind i'll at ease: but
there is heavy weight of misery at
her heart.
VIII night ever come--and bring
her Charley home? At last every
thing Is done; she has prepared a
most inviting supper for her good
man. saying to herself:
I'll take baby Carl and run down
to the gate and meet him when he
comes-then Wen kiss and make up"
Still he does not come, and 1t is
quite past his usual hour. She sits
patiently holding her boy, her face
growing all the time more white and
drawn and anxious.
"Oh, how | wish | had said good-by
just as ever to-day" she whispers for
the twentieth time; then as the slow
minutes creep along, Il am afraid
oh, so afraid something has hap
pened. for though he is sometimes
little late, it is very seldom that his
time of coming varies a half-hour--
and now il is two hours. and her
vague presentiments OF evil are grow
ing to a dreadful certainty.
She gets up and walks the floor
tired cut as she is; another hour
passes, and in the extremity of heI
distress and terror she is about tc
run across to her nearest neighbor
when muffied tramping approache.
and stops-"the feet of them tina
bear him are at his gates
II seems to Nellie Burt that shs
dies a dozen deaths in that moment
while she stands rooted to the spo,
and sees them bring In the man shs
loves. senseless. bleeding. broken
then she rouses herself, and 1t Ia hei
ready hand that arranges the bed ano
smooths the pillow under the poor
unconscious head.
Not dead-no-that would have
been a punishment greater than poor
Nellie deserves, and more than she
could bear: but there has been ar
accident--a seaffolding has fallen, anc
injured Charley Burt has Jared best
of any--only broken arm, dislocat.
ed shoulder. and some cuts and
bruises. He has been well cared for.
TOO, and only conveyed to his home
when the attending surgeon has decid
ed that there are no internal injuries
and that he can safely be moved.
But the dread might have been
stands out before her then so clear
and plain that IL leaves its impress
ON her very soul. and in all the rest
of her life It helps to teach her the
great lesson of patience and self
control
So matters might have been much
worse, after all; as II is. Nellie Burt's
bad day ends with perfect recon
ciliation between husband and wife.
and a most grateful thanksgiving to
God from one tender heart that she
has been spared that sharpest pang OF
all-the utter misery Of knowing that
for this world her penitence has come