The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1910-01-29

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these young people-and 1t seemed
pity that they should not be getting
out of life all there Is In It. said
as much to Mrs. Carter as l rescued
her one day from Wellington's ca
resses.
"But-ILI couldn't forgive him."
she said.
why not?"
"He said I'd have to ask his pardon
and / never begged any ones par
don in my life."
"Hum-was 1t your fault?"
Get in and I'll tell you"
It was a sad little tale of proud
woman's rebellion against a mans
masterfulness.
why shouldn't he concede things!
was her demand.
It was on a crisp October evening
that the little drama was finally played
out. Mrs. Carter called me up by teie-
phone.
81 want to borrow wellington" she
said. Its my second girls evening
out and the cooks mother is Ill. so
I'll be alone-and l thought Yelling
ton might keep me from feeling
afraid"
took the dog over and left them
together by the roaring IRE In the
library. Mrs. Carter was looking es-
pecially attractive in a clinging white
gown with q bunch Of violets IN her
belt
When / reached home again I was
lonely. / missed Wellington-and 1
missed more than that / seemed to
feel, for the first time. my great need
of a home-of q wife-of q woman
like Mrs. Carter.
But in spite Of their separation she
, still belonged to Dick had gradually
, conceived a great affection for the
young fellow who held his head SO
proudly and hid the pain in his heart
/ decided to go to him for the even
!. ing. found him in a mood for talk
ing. And when told where had
, left Wellington, he confided to me the
story of his disagreement with his
| wife.
| "She was wrong" he said. "A man
can't give In always"
i "But If he loves her." said. isn't
| it worth while?"
4 IL did make a concession" be
4 confessed. Il wrote to her day o.
n two ago. and-and told her that i
she would send me any token-bunci
I of violets-a ribbon-anything-
would accept It In lieu of persona
apology"
Il "She is proud. She win never sem
you even violet in apology"
But even as I said 1t, there was
y patter of steps in the hall. and . "a
Fl miliar whine at the door.
III ITS Wellington" Dick said.
Hello" he began and stoppe'
short, and /, turning In my chair t
know the reason Of his sudden silence
i saw the big dog. his head held high.
bunch Of violets held tightly in hi
i jaw. And even as / looked he droppe
= the flowers at his masters feet.
Dick snatched them up quickl,
Barnes" he cried. triumphantly, Ssh
has sent them. Jean has sent them
Wellington barked as II he knew b
was the carrier of good tidings.
Il must go to her." Carter said. an
10 away he went, and sat there wit
:. only Wellington for company an
thought of their happiness and Of m
er lonely life.
nc Well. they made 1t up and live
happy ever after.
II didn't send him the violets." Jea
=. told me. long after. They droppe
- from my belt. and Wellington playe
=, with them. and all at once he too
~. them in his mouth and bolted throue
:. the open window. and / laughed
little and forgot it entirely until Die
~, came back with the violets In b
hand and his face radiant-and,
course, had to give In then, del
Barnes of Bloomington"
Wellington divides his time new b
- tween the Carter residence and q
- bachelor apartment. and he divides b
~ heart among four persons instead
- three, for there IL a little Jean wi
:. !. eyes like her mothers, whose gent
affection for old Barnes Of Bloomiu
ton nils with Joy my quiet days.
~ EdIson's Practical Joke.