The log cabin Democrat., 1910-01-07
roof Positivc By Jane Church Rosenberg

"I can give you Toms address nov, Mr3. NcAllister said, addressing Jrc Bailey, who had stopped at his friend $ house on his way down town. oh. dear'" she added, under her breath tearing open letter the postman had just handed to her 'l wonder if he has .lissed it.
 Anything wrong with Tom?" asked the man, anxiously, as he saw the let ter fall, half-read. from her hand.
 "Joe.' she said, Tom has written as if .4a had my picture with him, and he left it at home. Here it is"-she. added picking up heavy brown en- velope-"all ready to send to him"
 Taking out the photograph she looked earnestly at the pictured face, which bore no trace o; doubt or soI'- row.
 "Joe,' Mrs. McAllister said, turn ing suddenly to the man, q shall not send it to him now; l cant even write to him-how miserable l shall bel"
 Don't feel SC badly-dont doubt Tom," Joe Bailey pleaded, he may have another picture of you
 No, he hasn't" she returned, quick ~, "I gave the last one I fad of any kind away last week
 Let me see it, Mrs. Tom? Oh, yes,' he said, as she handed the pie ture to him, Graves made it, didn't he?"
 Mrs. McAllister had not heard him. She had given up to her misery and sat on the couch, her face buried in the pillows.
 Joe Bailey arose. and looking at his watch, said:
 An engagement at ter-five minu- tes past now Good-by, little woman, don't cry any more.' No answer came from the woman who had received her first jolt upon the highway of life.
 1t was Tuesday of the same week, and Joe Bailey had spent g few hours playing golf at the Country club links. Upon entering the smoking compart- ment of the belated traction car he found Tom McAllister occulyinS one of the wicker chairs. Hello Mac," he exclaimed, drop ping into the adjacent seat, T thought vou were off on a two weeks trip
 Your letter, Joe, spoiled me for business, and am going home to sunday with Alice.
 'I was sure, Joe he added quickly, that I left that picture at the office; 1 wrote as I did because it pleases Alice Q think that am cOmforted by looking at it when am away. 1t was good of you 10 send me another pho. tograph. but I'll tell her all about it when l get hone. The little girl Is pretty lovel-headod, and will take it all rt.,nt. know"
 Joe i3ailcy's reply did moi carry the emphasis of convictions "Of course you know best, Mac" Mrs. McAilister sat at her desk, en. deGVoring to compose a dignitied yet sufficiently resentful letter to her husband, but found it difficult task.
 A step on the porch and the sound of key in the lock made her rush in- to the hall, every nerve quivering ir. glad surprise. The next minute sine was in her husbands arms and his voice was saying:
 You did not write, Alice, nd had to come home
 She released herself, bus all tn studied words she had intended to sa> were forgotten.
 How could you do it, Tom; how could you?' Her voice was low and full cf tc7-1.
 Do what, little girl?' he asked.
 Write as you did about the picture when you had left it here"
 Tom McAllister gave one quick look at his wife's pale, sad face, and, stop Ing, he quickly opened his suitcase.
 Alice, dear," he said "l have an other picture of you-here it is."
 Her body relaxed. the rose tint came to her cheeks again, and deep fetched sigh escaped her lips.
 q am so glad." she cried rapturous ly, as she grasEed the piece of card board in her outstretched hands Then, with sudden decision she added:
 Joe is a very loyal friend, Tom. He said you might have anot@cr pict and you did