The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1910-04-08
Her Peace
Offering
AStory Showing That Women
Are Not All Alike.
By PETER G. TRAsK.
Copyright, 1910, by American Press
Association.

as he threw OH his coat anu nat. loss
ing his heavy driving gloves into the
latter, "Ill be hanged if 1 go out
again tonight if I'm called by a multi
millionaire"
ooh, Joe, I'm SO glad! You look aw-
fully tired, and just think how long 1t
is since we've had a quiet evening to-
gether."
Right you are, Pol. I'll get on my
%velveteen Jacket, put on my easy shoes,
sit down before these blazing logs with
you beside me, and we'll have a real
old fashioned evening-like u court
ing days, eh, s~weetheartY"
He tweaked her ear and gave her a
kiss.
won't it be nice? You can sit in
the big chair right before the fame
while 1 sit in my little working rocker
beside you and darn the stockings"
ooh, no; don't darn stockings! You
didn't darn stockings in those days"
AS soon as dinner was yer the doc
tor pulled the big chair up to the fire.
place and drew his wife down on his
knee. She had weighed a hundred
pounds when they courted. Now she
weighed a hundred and fifty. Bemer-
ton had had several obstinate cases
during the day and vas tired. It
wasn't five minutes before he remark
ed that he had strained a muscle in his
left leg when getting out of his auto.
slipping on a bit Of ice. He thought
that they'd better sit side by side. So
Mrs. Bemerton got off his knee and
with an effort. succeeded in squeezing
in beside him. If she had gained fifty
pounds he had gained more, SO that
instead of the aggregate bulk of 215
pounds between the two arms Of the
chair, as in their counting days. there
were now $50. However. they man
aged to wedge themselves in, and Mrs.
Bemerton leaned back on her hus-
bands arm.
"Just as nice as ever it was" he
said CALAMITY.
They sat chatting for awhile, but the
topics they talked about as lovers did
not seem to rise up with the sponta-
neity of former days. There were long
gaps in the conversation The doctor
yawned.
1--WE don't need to talk all the while,''
she said drowsily. Remember what
a clatter we used to keep up?"
II wonder how we did It,"
Ibid it! We didn't do it. 1t did IT.
SELF"
There was a lull, during which the
Doctors eyes closed, and he was be-
ginning to draw the heavy breath Of
slumber when his wife started In
anew.
"Do you know, Joe," she said. 'that
wretched butcher sent in the, most
abominable steak this morning-all
bone and gristley'
Eyes, dear, but my arm is cramped.
If you'll raise a bit I'll move it."
He moved the arm and was sinking
again to a snooze when the telephone
bell rang.
"In 60" said Mrs. Bemerton. start
ing up.
mo: you wouldn't understand"
And the doctor went to the telephone.
Eyes; I'm DR.. Bemerton."
Reply. i,
'I'm pretty tired"
Reply.
SIS he?"
Reply.
suffering much7'' >.
Reply.
"Well. 1 suppose TIL have to 60"
Mrs. Bemerton, who was listening,
sighed. The. doctor came back into
the room the picture of woe.
"Now, Joe. you said you wouldn't go
out again tonight for a millionaire.
You're tired out. In another moment
you'd have been asleep. Why didn't
you refuse|
GLOW could I? If you were suffer-
ing and called for a. physician to re
lieve you and he declined to go. what
would you think Of him?" s
"We!l. l suppose 1t can't be helped.
Will you rideY
'No; it's not far. I'll walk"
She helped the poor man on with his
oyercoat. He gave her a parting kiss
and as he went out said:
IF I'm going to be delayed I'll tele-
phone You. and you're not to sit up,
hit go to bed like a dear. good littlc;
woman. and I'll come in without dis
turbing' You and sleep in my. own
room. Ta-ta. sweetheart"
Mrs. Bemerton's regret was that her
liegges lord must go out after a, hard
days work into a cold night to i'm ar
more responsibility. She was q prlc.
tical woman and had discovered yt::s:,:,
con that the return to counting day
would not be a ucces She WAS not
therefore disturbed at the interiIpt:o..
son that account. Indeed, she was re
lieved.
As 0 o as the front Goor closed Lc
hind him Dr.. BemertoN hasteacl Iii
steps. a. few. blocks away was III.
club, and ~tliither he vert. I~.e,siass
his overcoatg at t!i.gcoat room. hc.sssp:..
into the cafe AID there ffoll.I Or
Nichols and Gibson. who li..icl his g
trance with. shouts II seti ifaetlGI.
..SvS1hat dill ycu men. caeAai,nsas
Beinarton to Nichols. with mock spy.,e
ity, aby Jtcl.iRgg 10 isaat tala .p:'ti
was surerisgs a;:I innst cGl:s;slp
once to rcl:eyc him
I'll meant d replied Niclols44.'t:a
ellison 4 !, sstari'ils,ss AN I ots;ae Sc. S'fs.