The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-09-04

quetishly. She was in further pursuit
Of the little mysteries" detail, as she
interpreted it.
elbow kin 7 tell what it vast" in.
quired Mr.. Mimms, irritably. cit
mout have be n most any thing 1
can 7 tell what it was"
~ found big wasps' nest up in the
with determined sprightliness.
The subject was unfortunate. Mr..
Mimms pushed back his chair with a
harsh, rasping sound, arose in wrath,
and d stood stood !. towering ., over her
an9'' he shouted. "What's 's come over
you7 Who are you a-lookin' for, and
what in the nation have you got on
| your mind7'
His wife looked up into his face with
sweet and engaging smile. ~ was
only a 1ookin' for you, Syram," she
said, demurely.
Now, by all the canons of the Fire
side Friend, Mr.. Mimms at this juno
ture should have begun to act in low
he didn It. He stared long, with bulg-
ing eyeballs. Then he turned on his
heel and went out.
On the front porch he sat down in the
chair lately occupied by his wife, and
| leaning over. with his elbows on his
knees, gazed at his feet in deep
thought.
~ never would have dremp It'll he
said at length. "I never would have
dremp it i we always knowed as how
her aunt jimmy went this way, but Sar
ah's always be n so quiet and peaceable
like. I've hearn as how a disappoint-
ment or bein' crossed in anything
brings it out, but Sarah is too sensible
to take on so bout leetle thing like
that. [ hope she ain It a-goin' ter git
violentl She amt that kind. neither,
but we often hearn her tell bout how
her uncle Mace woke up one night an
found her aunt jimmy a-leanin' over
him with the cyarvin knife a-screech
in out somethin bout KILN hawgs."
Cold sweat suddenly broke out upon
the brow of Mr.. Mimms, He looked
anxiously down the road TO see if he
could see anything of old DR.. Lindsay
coming along home on his way to sup
per, but there was no one in sight. In
the house he could hear his wife sing
ing as she washed the dishes, and he
stead of "Here III raise my Eben-
ezer," as usual, she was humming
something about "Meet me when day,
light is fading''-a ditty he remem.
bered to have heard long years ago
when he was young man and used to
go across the mountain every other
Sunday to "keep comp 'ny' with her,
much against the wishes of his parents,
who wanted him to marry valley girl.
He had never regretted his choice. She
had been a good and "biddable" wife
to him, and had never crossed him save
in the matter of extravagant notions in
the way of dress, which he had been
prompt to curb.
AS he listened anxiously to the
sounds in the house and watched for
the doctor, Mr.. Mimms mechanically
picked up the Fireside Friend from
where his wife had dropped it, and
idly looked at it. He disapproved alb.
solutely of the naper as foolish and
needless expense, but was in the habit
of reading IT for two reasons: to be
able to quote such portions of its ad.
vice to women as seemed to him most
glaringly silly. with scathing criticisms
to his wife, and also to get the money g
worth out of the paper. He reasoned
that two people reading it would be
more apt to do this than one.
The picture on the front page caught
his eye, and after gazing with disfavor
at the simpering young woman he
turned half unconsciously to the article,
AS he read on his expression became
moro fixed, and presently a look of
comp prehension began to dawn on his