Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1910-12-14

herself swept off the piano stool and installed
where, on the rounded arm of big easy chair,
she had little more liberty of movement than
that of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel
liously, while her husband questioned her.
"What book were you reading 80 intently
this afternoon when came upon you in the
corridor? Let me see it?"
"shant." CA time). "oh you coward! Be-
cause you are strong! shall go Toto"
'eWhere? To whom?" said Harry, easily.
ITO my-to Aunt I,aetida-"
"She wouldn't have you, child, !" laughed her
husband, "aDd besides, she would charge you
; board-which should have to pay!"
"Well, would pay 1t out of my own mon
ey-there!"
What own money!"
''My house money!"
''Yon forget Mrs Morris. Moore" said her
husband, gravely, "if you run away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in BURST as he shook her, "oh, you
great baby" he cried, make UP. Bring the
book 1t was volume Of your diary Isknew
by the lock. I'll show you mine Fair e1,y
changei Off with you!n
well, come with me, then" said Clara,
holding out her hand, ''but don't you think I'm
giving in It's only yielding to brute force. My
spirit is unconquered."
Never mind your spirit" said her lord
"fetch the book!"
And in these books, the greater and the
lesser, they read late into the night.
And this was what they found.
"'Christmas eve - said Clara, begin
there!"
And she paused waiting, with her finger
in its place.
"oh," said her husband. 'T don't think there
is much!"
"And you call yourself writer!"
WELL shall begin?" Clara was all on
pins and needles now She could hardly keep
still The quarrel was forgotten
"'Christmas eve (she ready. "A dull day
Paid calls in the lane-Went to Margaret's.
Baby Is adorable and Tom begins to love me
and calls me Aunty dee-ar. Came home by
Grants and brought back fruit for dinner
There Is a man coming, friend OF fathers
It is a horrid nuisance"
Here Clara Moore broke off suddenly.
"Oh, wrote everything fresh, you see.
wanted to remember. You've no idea how bad
my memory used to be in those days. Being
married helps. One has to remember ones
husbands iniquities."
"Set in notebook, learned and conned by
rote,' murmured Harry.
His wife stopped and looked severely at
him.
WELL" she said, 'I did write lot, I know,
and yours is no fair exchange did 1t partly
as an exercise, you see, for I was considered
very good at composition at school, whatever
you may think Besides 1 don't believe you
have anything In that book at ALL"
"Oh, yes-I have!" and he fourished
closely written page Of memoranda before her
eyes.
WELL" she said, with sigh (and her eyes
were dim and distant), II will read-though
never thought to let anyone see-not even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me.
will"
It seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely
fully Where shall go on?" she asked, knit
ting her brows.
"You did begin from the beginning" he
smiled as he spoke, "why not continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness. almost
as he spoke, why not continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, al
most like a surprised Eve.
"You were saying that 1t was horrid nui-
sance, having me come to dinner" said Harry
Moore, "did you change your mind?"
Here it is," said his wife, running her eye
down the columns Of close-knit writing 11:00
.. M He is gone. It was not SO horrid after
all But think he likes Edith best. He is
big and badly dressed. Why can't writer's and
artistic people dress humanity? He had on the
funnte3t tie l ever saw, and beard, and he
came in big gray cloak like one Of Millet's
shepherds But he talked-yes, 1t was worth