The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1908-01-10

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| eyes fen upon the brass kn0cker with
W. cnat III arms and the inscription.
CHE xepatad THE Latin words over and
| sSeeB to her self: 'I.aatus Sorte Mea-
Happy III lily lot Happy iii NV
lot II was 4 fitting motto for the
manor house.
She put ont her hand
Yes. shall surely come again. /"
she said.
That night when Fortesque came
home he found his wife sitting dis
consoIately before the wood IRE III
her own room. He went to her at
once
Dear ,1Ae said, what is it?D
Its everything she answered
Grossly I'm tired to death OF being
buried alive In the country. The
neighbors are stupid and the horses
and dogs are not much better and"
sBut there are the children
Much good they do me. Why,
Berry's the Oldest, and be isn't
seven
Il wish I could afford to have a
town house, too, but It's out Of the
question, and the doctor says Mar
gery's health depends on her having
an outdoor country life, said Fores-
que, with little worried look.
He sat down on the arm Of her
chair and lifted her face.
what is it you want, dear?v he
asked. won't you tell me just what
the trouble ISL You've not been your
self for the last two years, and to-
night seems to be the elimination.
Tell me all about it, sweetheart, and
perhaps we can pull 1t straight"
She rose impatiently and shook on
his OBTAINING touch.
"Oh, Brian, you're 50 tiresome!"
said.
Through the open door, from the
end Of the hall, came baby's cry.
He started up, his wounded pride
forgotten, and looked expeotantly
toward his wife.
THE baby seems to be in trouble" "
he began
Apparently. He is the most fret
full baby ever saW!"
Aren't you going to him?"
She raised her eyebrows
Certainly not. What do we pay q
nurse three pounds a month for?1
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 her and
raised her head as il III protest. Then
she met his eyes and turned toward
the cry.
There is so little in my life," she
murmured, as she crossed the hall,
such a humdrum existence every
day like every other. Only a little
q thousand pounds year; an old
country house; a husband who ought
to have lived in the days Of Sir Gala
had, and three children There
they we're now Berrys voice and
Margery's and the baby's. Think Of
the life of the woman she had met to-
day-such full life Of success and
alteration and fame
Oh, the voices of those children!
When the older woman entered the
drawing room that evening the buzz
OF conversation ceased for a second
and then began anew on fresh topic
herself.
Clever? should say so! A gen
Jus in her own particular line. NO,
she isn't pretty rather good eyes, /
think. Thirty-eight. you've heard?'
Rather fine looking woman. Won
der why she never married? Too
busy. | suppose, to think Of anything
So trivial ! Then, too, most Of the
men fight shy OF that kind Of woman
They are afraid Of her she's so gdeu-
ced clever"
Yes. so she is, and probably would
have made the man she married mis-
cradle That sort Of woman hasn't
much Of the home instinct"
Late that night she went back to
her luxurious solitary apartments.
THE home instinct well, per
haps-''
She walked as she was, dressed IN
her evening gown OF black, into her
little study, and went over to the
window She drew back the shade
and stood looking out at the sleeping
city and across the quiet Thames.
Yes, clever, and thirty-eight she GER
tainly was. Thirty eight she was
getting on, and yet how much she had
made Of her lifeI That is, SO the
world said. She wondered if the
world was always right. she had
striven 50 hard for this very thing, so
hard and SO long, and now she had