The Wrangell sentinel., 1909-11-04

go a long ways for Emma"
 He was anxious to know what had happened after his brusque departure. He went into the bedroom and found his wife in tears
 Don't cry, Emma" he said soothing ly, going to her and taking her in his arms q didn't mean to hurt your feelings. know I've got a fierce grouch on tonight, but I can't help it. So would you have one if you'd had to put up with what have today." Mrs. Brooks was one of those sweet natured women who could not sulk for more than five minutes if they tried. It needed but his caress and apparent contrition to dispel her resentment.
 "You certainly have had cause to worry. dear" she assented.
 After what's happened tonight I'll have to hunt another job" he said. "But don't care. I'm glad told the beast what l thought of him. Some day somebody Il tell him what they think of him and plug him, too, as sure as he's born"
 l job yet awhile" she told him. The captain said he would overlook it and that it wouldn't make any difference"
 Her husband looked at her in aston ishment, half incredulous.
 He said that?
 "Yes, and I'm glad it's turned out as it has, for how we'd manage if you were out of work just now goodness knows. l don't.'
 Just how did he put it?"
 "He said he was almighty sorry for what had occurred, that he knew he had been hard at times and that as far as your place and we were con- cerned there would be TO change" Brooks relief showed in his face.
 well. that knocks me-" he comment ed. Nobody else ever bucked up against him and got off scot free. l can't understand it. Did your mother put in word for me?"
 "No."
 F Then it's you who must have pull. He died right down when you spoke to him. l never would have believed such Il thing. If you had been q man standing there in front of him he'd have smashed you. Darn it, l won der who's ringing now? Can't be Jimsy; he hasn't had time to get to the street at the gait he goes"
 He went to the head of the stairs and met messenger boy who was bearing letter and had received in structions to wait for an answer.
 "Surer' he exclaimed joyfully as he perused the missive. "Tickled to death, Go and get your things on, Emma. It's from Beatrice Langley sort of theater party, and they want us to go with them. There's going to be a little supper afterward."
 She shook her head.
 Tell them we can't go."
 "Can't go! Why not?"
 "I simply can't"
 "I don't see why"
 "Well, then, won't; so there! You'd better make some eXcuse.' "Write it yourself. then" he said, irritated and deeply disappointed. "Fm not going to lie to them"
 Without another word she fetched some writing material, indited the note and sent it off by the messenger.
 Whats the matter? Are you sore over what happened tonight" he de- handed sull1ly.
 "No, I'm not sore, Joe"
 "Then why cant you go?"
 Because I can't. That's allv
 "I think you might If you didn't want to go yourself you might have accepted for my sake. never get any amusement, and you're always complaining"
 "When do complain, and of what?"
 "lts the selfish way you act. mean. for once we get q chance to go and see decent show and afterward have q supper party. you get sore. You simply don't want to go. You haven't any consideration for me-"
 Burning with indignation, she went up to him and forced him to look~her in the face.
 "You say have no consideration for you" she said. 'You know as well as do why can't go. I haven't had new dress in year My gloves are all worn out I've skimped and struggled and economized until I can't ds any more. I'd go to the theater if l could go alone or with you or with Jlmsy and hide somewhere in the SlCp but 1A s,aIx {~