The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1908-05-07

Fred l.. Villas, Druggist
among the tomato vines you'd have
had the crime of murder on your
hands. You was still sweating and
breathing hare when | got home. and
You said something about having
thrown q tramp over The fence. sam.
ucl sam
Mrs. Dolby got ready to slide down
on the floor agliu. but on second
thought she concluded not To. She did
give way I" her emotions. however,
and she couldn't have lone better if
she had been worked 10y machinery.
During this i|ntcrva! Nh. Dolby read
that the world in general was growing
better, that there was more profit in
n acre of catuip han in three acres
of corn. that the deepest spot in the
Atlantic measured over three miles
md that Senator Foraker as a boy was
Kind to cats.
samuel. for ten long years you have
been a pirate and concealed the fact
from me- Mrs. Dolby finally managed
to say.
81 have found it out at last, how
ever, and something must be done. If
you found out hat ! was Il pirate you'd
feel just as | do. Mrs. Chambers says
she's gone to led every night shivering
for me and woke up every morning eX-
pecting to hear that I'd been murdered.
| know that my sister in Indiana will
tell me to get a divorce as soon aS she
hears about it. You can't blame me if
| do get one. can YOU"
4 faint smile crossed the deacon's
face, but as Mrs. Dolby wasn't looking
that way he was SAFE. He turned his
paper over. cracked his toes and left
her to go on:
Il might commit suicide. Samuel, if
you thought it best. | could hang my
self to one Of those hooks in the garrett,
and you could find me and tell every
body that | had been low spirited for a
week. OF curse Mrs. Chambers would
know the real reason. but mebbe she
wouldn't say anything. Mebbe she'd be
willing TO give YOU a chance to reform.
| wonder if it hurts much to hang your
self"
He Made No Reply.
The deacon thought it did and in
stinctively raised his hand to his
throat. but he made no reply.
Il presume it does. but the hurt is
soon over, and one is among the an
gels. | may commit suicide or | may
get a divorce. My sister would give
me q home for the rest Of my life.
VIII you miss me much when | am
gone, Samuel"
The deacon had struck a windmill
advertisement and become deeply in.
terested. The mill was warranted to
go whether there vas any wind or not
and was worth the price asked merely
for the COWS TO look at when chewing
their cuds.
Mrs. Chambers says you'd be sure
10 marry again if | got out of the way"
said Mrs. Dolby as she reached down
for the shears to resume her cutting.
who would it be. Samuel? Would It
be a wilder or a girl? Would you buy
new paper shades for the parlor win,
ders and make a great splurge? Yes, |
spose you would. You'd forget how
hard I've worked to make soft soap
and rag carpets and dye my old dress
es. You'd forget that l can make half
a pound Of tea last longer than any
other woman In the town. 1t was in
the paper Once that we'd been married
twenty-three years and that I'd never
set a loaf Of heavy bread before you.
Yes, 1t was there. but you'd forget all
about it. DO you know how long I've
made this pair of shoes last me, Sam
uel? Two years and n half, but you
haln't give me a word of praise. If
your new wife wore out a pair in three
months you'd think it, was all right.
You hear me. don't you:"
He heard, but it seemed useless to
reply. He had dropped the windmill
and got hold Of a new corr shelter
that was doing wonders. and he didn't
want to break in on himself. There
came n long silence. punctuated only
by the ticking OF the clock, and when
he finally turned his eyes on Mrs. Dol
by 1t was TO find that she had gone to
sleep In her chair.
"Wha-what is it," she asked as he
shook her arm.
ITS time to go to bed" he said in
reply as he turned to wind the clock.
NJ. QUAD.