The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1910-12-29

herself swept off the piano stool and installed
whire. on the rounded arm of big easy chair,
she had little more liberty Of movement than
til 1t of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel
Ii usly while her husband questioned her.
what book were you reading so intently
lis afternoon when, came upon you in the
Drridor? Let me see it?
"Shan't." CA time). ooh, you coward Be-
.ause you are strong! shall go Toto"
"Where? To whom?" said Harry, easily.
"To my-to Aunt .Laetitia"
"She wouldn't have you, child laughed her
husband, 'and besides, she would charge you
board-which should have to pay!'
well, would pay 1t out of my own mon
ey-there!"
what own money!"
my house money!"
''You forget, Mrs. Morris-Moore." said her
husband, gravely, IF you run away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in burst, as be shook her, ooh you
great baby" he cried. make up. Bring the
book! 1t was volume of your diary knew
.by the lock. I'll show you mine. Fair ex-
change! or with you'll"
"Well. come with me, Them 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 book"
And in these books, the greater and the
lesser, they read late into the night
And this was what they found.
"'Christmas eve,"- said Clara. begin
there!" II
And she paused. waiting. with her finger
in its place.
"oh;" said her husband, At don't think there
is much!" fss
"And you call yourself writer!"
Well shall I begin?" Clara was all on
pins and needles now. She could hardly keep
still. The quarrel was forgotten.
"'Christmas eve (she read). "A dull day
Paid calls in the lane-Went to Margarets.
Baby is adorable and Tom begins to love me
and calls me Aunty dee-ar. Came home by
Grants and brought hack fruit for dinner.
There is man coming, friend OF fathers.
1t is a horrid nuisance"
Here Clara Moore broke eff 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 notebook. learned and conned by
rote' murmured Harry.
His wife stopped and looked severely at
him.
'Well," she said, II did write lot, know,
and yours is ne fair exchange. 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 flourished
closely written page of memoranda before her
eyes.
"Wel" she said, with sigh (and her eyes
were dim and distant), II will read-though
never thought to let anyone see-not even you
Rift since you have been so horrid to me, /
will"
). 1t seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely
nodded Clara futtered some leaves thought
fully where shall go on?" she asked, knit
ting her brows.st -
"You did begin from the beginning" he
smiled as he spoke, "why not continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, almost
as he spoke why not continue? o.
She glanced up with sudden shyness. al
most like surprised Eve.
Z "You were saying that it was horrid nui
sance, having me come to dinner" said Harry
Moore sdid you change your mind?"
"Here it Is" said his wife, running her eye
down the columns CT cose-knit writing. I'll: 90
= m. He is gone. 1t 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 | ever cav, and a beard, and he
came in big gray cloak like one of Millet's
shepherds. But he talke6-yes, 1t was worth