Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-16

some Day come out OF his hiding to
meet her.
1t was a muff1ed pleasure and trem-
ulously entertained at first, but the
very whimsicality of 1t was an appeal
TO her sensitized imagination, and SO.
when finally the thing did really hap
pen. it is small wonder that it came
somewhat a shock.
1t appears that one day feeling particu-
larry lonely and forlorn, and having no
other comfort, she was pressing her tear
stained face against the row Of window
shutters in the room without awnings.
this being her nearest approach to the
alleged occupants bosom, when she was
suddenly startled by a peculiar swishing
sound, as of wind-blown rain, where
upon she lifted her face to preceive that
it was indeed raining, and then, glancing
back at the photograph, she distinctly
saw her husband rushing from one win
dow TO another, drawing down the sashes
on the side OF the house that would have
been exposed to the real shower whose
music was I'm her ears.
This was a great discovery, and natu-
rally enough, 1t set her weeping, for, she
sobbed. it made her feel, for a minute,
that she had lost her widowhood and
that. after the shower, he'd be coming
home.
1t might well make any one cry to
suddenly lose the pivot upon which his
emotions are swung. At any rate. Mrs.
all night. first because it seemed so
spooky to see him whose remains she
had so recently buried on faith, waving
recognition In the debris. dashing about
now in matter-of-fact a way.
And then she wept because, after all.
he did not come.
This was the formal beginning Of her
sense of personal companionship in the
picture-companionship Yes, of delight In
II. for there is even delight In tears In
some situations I'm life. Especially Is this
true of one whose emotions are her only
guides. as seems to have been the case
with the Widow Morris.
After seeing him draw the window
sashes-and he had drawn them down.
ignoring her presence-she sat for hours
waiting for the rain to stop. 1t seemed
to have set in for long spell. for when
she finally fell asleep. from sheer disap-
was still raining. but when she awoke
the sun shone and all the windows in
the picture were up again.
This was a misleading experience, how
ever, for she soon discovered that she
could not count upon any line of conduct
by the man in the hotel, as the fact that
1t had at one time rained In the photo
was but coincidence and she was soon
surprised to perceive all quiet along the
hotel piazza, not even an awning nap
ping, while the earth, on her plane. was
torn by storms.
On one memorable occasion when her
husband had appeared. tapping the win
dow panes frcm within with towel she
had thought for one brief moment that
he was reckoning to her. and that she
might have to go to him, and she was
beginning to experience terror. with
shortness of breath and other Fremont
tions of sudden passing. when she dis
covered that he was merely killing flies.
and she hurriedly famed herself with
the asbestos mat which she had seized
from the stove beside her and staggered
out to a seat under the mulberries as
she stammered:
IT do declare. Morris II be the death a.
me yet. He's most as much care to me
dead as he was alive-I made sure-made
sure he'd come after mew
Then feeling her own fidelity challenged,
she fastened to add:
Not that l hadn't rather go to him
than to take any trip in the world, but
but l never did fancy that hotel, and since
I've got used to seem him there so con-