The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-12-15

herself swept off the piano stool and installed
where, on the rounded of big easy chair,
she had little more liberty of movement than
that of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel
lously, while her husband questioned her.
What book were you reading so intently
this afternoon when | came upon you in the
corridor? Let me see it,"
"Shan't." "a time). "Oh, you coward! Be-
cause you are strong! l shall go Toto"
Where? To whom?" said Harry, easily
ITO my-to Aunt Laetitia'
"She wouldn't have you, child" laughed her
husband "and besides, she would charge you
board-which l should have to pay!'
We'll l would pay it out of my own mon
ey-there!"
What own money!"
my house money!"
you forget, Mrs. Morris Moore" said her
husband gravely, IF you away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in burst, as he shook her, ooh you
great baby" he cried, make up. Bring the
book! 1t was volume of your diary l knew
by the lock- I'll show you mine. Fair ex-
change! OFF with you'll"
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 iook!'
And in these books, the greater and the
lesser, -"ay read late into the night
And this what they found.
christmas eve'"- said Clara, begin
there"
And she paused, waiting, with her finger
"Oh" said her husband. 81 don't think there
is much"
"And you call yourself writer!"
We'll, shall begin?" Clara was all
pins and needles now. She could hardly keep
still. The quarrel forgotten.
"Christmas eve (she read). "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
1t is horrd 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 a notebook learned and conned by
rote' murmured Harry.
His wife stopped and looked severely at
him.
We'll" she said. 81 did write a lot, know,
and yours is no fair exchange. l did it partly
as an exercise, you see, for was considered
very good at composition at school, whatever
you may think Besides, don't believe you
have anything in that book at ALL"
ooh, yes-I have!" and he fourished a
closely written page of memoranda before her
eyes.
We'll" she said, with sigh land her eyes
We're dim and distanD, Il will read-though
never thought to let anyone see-not even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me, |
will"
1t seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely
nodded. Clara 6uttered some leaves thought
fully. where shall go on?" she asked knit
ting her brows
You did begin from the beginning" he
smiled as he spoke, why not contnue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, almost
as he spoke, why not continue"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, al
most like surprised Eve.
"You were saying that it was a horrid null
sance, having me come to dinner" said Harry
Moore, did you change your mnd?"
Here it is" said his wife, running her eye
down the columns of close-knit writing. "11: 90
D. 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
funniest tie l ever saw, and a beard. and he
came in a big gray cloak like one OF Millet's
shepherds. But he talked-yes. 1t was worth