Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1910-01-06

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to go. So we went without her. and
she lived In our city house on half
wages all summer long and cooked
for herself. while mother went to the
mountains and cooked for herself.
StiIl, it was sort of comfort to think
that somewhere we had capable
cook cooking.
sometimes wish that some Of the
incapable ones could be cooking some
where.
IN some recent magazine stories the
thing that counts seems to be not
so much what the people do and say
as where and how they say it.
Let us discover two characters in
he parlor and open the conversation
in this way:
Charles Darcy rose to his feet and
gazed first at Marie and then at a
steel engraving.
Marie's eyes followed his and then
went beyond and back of him to a
ute before Charles spoke. and in that
time his hazel eyes travelled around
and took in seven chairs, the arm
chair. the sofa, the desk and the cur
tains.
Nor were her eyes idle, even though
she did not speak. She looked at the
handsome Turkish rug, at the cart
ridge paper on the wall--it was rob-
in's-egg blue-at the chandelier and
then at him.
Il don't know what to say" said
he at last, casting his eyes upon the
Japanese rug.
"Why have you called, then" said
she. opening a magazine with nervous
fingers and reading some of the adj
vertisements.
81 came" said he, as he played with
silver paper-cutter that had been Sc
cured at bargain sale, ito say good
by"
"Good-by?" she said in questioning
tones, rising and shifting Marechal
Mel rose that was stuck in his button
hole.
He looked intently at an etching by
Field which hung over the desk. 1t
depicted sylvan scene in the depths
of winter; but he did not think of
that. Eyes, good-by," he said, drop
ping the paper-cutter inadvertently.
1t fell with tinkling sound upon
the marble comfortable and thence to
the India rug. The sound reused
Marie.
well, then suppose we must
part"
"Your superstition is the right one"
said he, taking up 10-cent monthly.
She picked up copy of the latest
novel and opened at the last chapter.
1t might have had significance, but
If it had it escaped her. A fly flew
in at the window and settled on her
cheek, but she did not notice it.
Charles leaned forward and brushed
the fly from her delicate cheek. He
had ceased to care for her, but he was
not above doing her a common cour-
tesy. He read short poem In the
1O-cent monthly. At last he said, you
have not answered me-"
Il do not know that you had asked
me anything" she replied, turning her
head so as to see the little oil paint
ing of a flock of sheep, which her
father had won at rattle.
"Oh, Marie, don't you understand
me?" he cried in tones of anguish, as
he stepped to the mirror and tied his
cravat.
Marie was silent She did not UNI
derstand him. She hated herself for
it, and tapped the Smyrna rug with
her foot as she had seen actresses do
under stress of feeling.
Charles rose and walked to the door.
He turned and looked over the shout
der of his pepper-and-salt suit. All
was at an end.
Marie picked up magazine and
looked at the pictures.
There was a sound of a closing
door. Marie was alone with the book
and magazines, the paper-cutter, the
seven chairs, the armchair, the sofa,
the comfortable, the mirror, the desk,
the lace curtains, the pictures and the
Smyrna rug.
The lunch bell rang.
She FASTENED to the dining-room.
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T is only question of time when
everybody will have an automobile.
And when everybody owns an auto
mobile there will be little need for
horses and the breed will begin to
die out.
And when the breed begins to die
out it follows as matter of course
that horses will become more valu-
able.
And after another while to own a
horse will be badge of exclusive
ness. And as by that time the pos
session of automobiles by every Tom,
Dick and Harry will have made them
too plebeian a method of locomotion
for the well-to-do, horses will come
into increasing favor and will be used
all over the country by the rich.
And as there are more rich people
every year In this blessed country, so
consequently there will be more
horses until at last the social climb
ers will aspire to have horses also.
And by that time an enterprising
proletarian here and there will have
found out that there is JOY to be
obtained from the handling of horse
that is not yielded by the mastery