The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1908-07-18

eyes lsll UPON the DflSS khOGEeI With
| its coat of arms and the iEsc.";p t;oD.
| She REPEATED the Latin words over and
over to her self: "Laetus Sorte Mea-
Happy in my lot"-"Happy in ny
| lot" It was 4 fitting motto for the
manor house.
| She put out her hand.
"Yes. / shall surely cone again.
| she said
That night when FortesoHe came
home he found his wife sitting dis
consclately before the wood FIRE in
her own room. He went to her =:
once.
Dear" he said, what is it,
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"
But there are the children
Much good they do me. Why,
Berry's the Oldest, and he isn't
seven"
Il wish I could afford to have
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 q little worried look:
He sat down on the arm OF her
chair and lifted .,,. face
What is it yol want DEAR" ne
asked. Wont you tell me just what
the trouble is? You've net 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 it straight"
She rose impatiently and shook off
his OBTAINING touch
''Oh, Brian, you're so t.resomc."
said.
Through the open door, from the
end Of the hall, came baby's Cry.
He started up, his wounded pride
forgotten. and looked expectantly
toward his wife.
''The baby seems to be in trouble
he began.
Apparently. He is the most fret.
full baby l ever saw"
Aren't You going to him."
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 her and
raised her head as II 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 hall.
"such humdrum existence-every
day like every other. Only a little
a 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 were now-Berry's voice and
Margery's and the baby's. Think of
the life of the woman she had met to-
day-such a 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 a fresh topic
herself
Clever? | should say SO! A gen.
ius in her own particular line. No.
she isn't pretty-rather good eyes. l
think. Thirty-eight, you've heard?"
Rather fine looking woman. Won
der why she never married? Too I
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 deu- |
ced clever"
Eyes, 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 life! That is, 30 the
world said. She wondered II the
world was always right. She had
striyen 80 hard for this very thing. 20
hard and SO long, and now she had |