The Elbert County tribune., 1910-12-16

herself swept off the piano stool and installed
where, on the rounded arm of big easy chair,
she had little more liberty of movement than
that of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel
liously. while her husband questioned her.
What book we're you reading SO intently
this afternoon when | came upon you In the
corridor? Let me see 1t ?"
"Shan't." "a time). "Oh. you coward! Be-
cause you strong. I 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. graveIy. "if you away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in burst, he shook her. "Oh you
great baby he cried, make up. Bring the
book! 1t was volume of your diary. l knew
by the lock- I'll show you mine. Fair ex-
change! OFF with you!'
We'll, come with me. then" 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,"
lesser. they read late into the night
And this was what they found.
Christmas = said Clara. begin
there!"
And she paused waiting. with her finger
in its place.
oh said her husband. "r don't think there
is muchl"
And you call yourself a wrter!"
well, shall begia?" Clara was all
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 Margaret's
Baby is adorable and Tom begins to love me
and calls Aunty dee-ar. Camel home by
Grants and brought back fruit for dinner
There is arman coming, friend Of fathers.
1t is a horrid nuisance"
Here Clara Moore broke off suddenly.
'Oh, wrote everything fresh. you sees
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 'I did write lot, know
and yours is no 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"
"Oh. yes-I have! and he fourished
closely written page of memoranda before her
eyes
WELL" she said. with sigh (and her eyes
were dim and distant), II will read-though l
never thought to let anyone see--not even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me. IL
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.
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?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness. al
most like a surprised Eve.
''You were saying that 1t was a horrid null
sance, having me come to dinner" said Harry
Moore, did you change your mind?"
Here 1t is" said his wife, running her eye
down the columns of cose-knit writing al: 90
D. n. 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 saw. and beard. and he
came in big gray cloak like one Of Millet's
shepherds. But he taked--yes. 1t was worth