The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1908-02-15

sery'S health depends on her having
an outdoor country life" said Fores:
uue, with a little worried look.
He sat down on the arm OF her
chair and lifted her face.
What is 1t you want, dear?' he
asked. won't you tell me just what
the trouble is? You've not been your
self for the Ia t two years, and TO-
night seems to be the elimination.
Tell me all about it, sweetheart, and
perhaps we can pull it straight"
She rose impatiently and shook on
his OBTAINING touch.
"oh, Brian, you're so tiresome!"
said.
Through the open door, from the
end of the hall, came baby's cry
He started up, his wounded prlde
forgotten, and looked expectanuy
toward his wife. y
1.-THE baby seems to be in trouble
he began.
Apparently. He is the most fret
full baby ever saw"
aren't you going to himT'
She raised her eyebrows.
"Certainy not. What do we pay a
nurse three pounds month for"
He laid his hand almost roughly on
her arm.
But your place is there, and
you're going" he said, briefly.
She pushed his hand from ner anu
raised her head as if in protest. Then
she met his eyes and turned toward
the cry.
"There is so little in my life," she
murmured, as she crossed the hail.
"such a humdrum existence-eVery
dav like every other. Only a little
a thousand pounds a year; an old
country house; a husband who ought
to have lived in the days OF Sir GAIA
had, and three children There
thew were now-Berry's voice and
Margery's and the baby's. Think Of
the life of the woman she had met 10
day-such a full life of success ano
alteration and fame
Oh. the voices of those children!
When the older woman entered th'
: drawing room that evening the buz
. Of conversation ceased for secon'
r ond +ban hogan anew on a fresh topi
: herself.
Now and then she caught snatche
of talk. Some amused her, and som
: hurt and all were very tiresome.
"Clever? l should say SO! A gel
e ius in her own particular line. M
she isn't pretty-rather good eyes,
think. Thirty eight, you've heard?
Rather fine looking woman. Wol
n der why she never married? nc
D busy, l suppose, to think OF anythll
n so trivial. Then, too, most OF u
t. men fight shy of that kind OF woma
e. They are afraid of her-she's SO ae
III ced clever"
r. Eyes, so she is, and probably wou
N have made the man she married Ill
n. cradle. That sort Of woman hasl
We much of the home instinct"
IL Late that night she went BACK
in her Injurious solitary apartments.
m "The home instinct-Wel, p
s. haps-"
he She walked as she was, dressed
or her evening gown of black, into I
IN little study, and went over TO
an window. She drew back the sha
it, and stood looking out at the sleepi
city and across the quiet Thames
wo Yes, clever, and thirty-eight she
or tainly was. Thirty-eight-she v
or getting on, and yet how much she
lie made of her life! That is, SO
Ter world said. She wondered II
ON world was always right, She
striven so hard for this very thing,
Jun hard and so long, and now she
Dry conquered.
ED She leaned her hot head agai
the cold pane and stared straight
for front of her. The sleeping city
cd the quiet Thames vanished IN
drawing Of breath, and, as il
ellie jured up by magician's wand, she
ave again the low rose hedge and hey
to the manor house with its brass KIN
not er bearing the motto, Laetus> s
Mea-"Happy in my lot" Yes, ha
der in her lot-that other woman!
Per- then she hadn't won the worlds
AXE or tasted the wine of success.
ear 81 am glad-glad-glad- sne
peated over and over again, llk'
weary child coming hard les
l. a She was glad of the wealth and
ally fame, and perhaps the din of the
ave more in her line" than the
You rose hedge. The wealth and
?" fame-but, oh! the children's vol
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