Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-04-09
Her Peace
Offering
A Story Showing I hat Women
Are Not All Alike.
By PETER G. TRASk.

ing his heavy driving gloves into the
latter, I'll be hanged IL | so out
again tonight if I'm called by a multi
millionaire"
"Oh, Joe. I'm so glad! You look aw
fully tired, and just think how long it
is since we've had a quiet evening to-
gether"
Right you are, Pol. I'll get on my
velvetcen jacket, put on my easy shoes,
sit down before these blazing logs with
you beside me, and We'll have a real
old fashioned evcning-like our court
ing days, eh, sweethcart?"
He twcaked her ear and gave her a
kiss.
Wont it be nice? You can sit in
the big chair right before the flame,
while sit in my little working rocker
beside you and darn the stockings"
"Oh, no; don't darn stockings. You
didn't darn stockings in those days
AS soon as dinner was over the doc
tor pulled the big chair up to the fire
place and drew his wife down on his
knee. She had weighed a hundred
pounds when they courted. Now she
weighed hundred and fifty. Bemcr-
ton had had several obstinate cases
during the day and was tired. 1t
wasn't five minutes before he remark
ed that he had strained a muscle in his
left leg when getting out of his auto,
slipping on a bit of ice. He thought
that they'd better sit side by side. SO
Mrs Bemcrton got off his knee and
with an effort succeeded in squeezing
in beside him. If she had gained fifty
pounds he had gained more, so that
instead of the aggregate bulk of 2lJ
pounds between the two arms Of the
chair, as in their counting days, there
were now 800. However, they man
aged to wedge themselves in, and Mrs.
Bemerton leaned back on her huS-
bands arm.
Just as nice as ever it was" he
said gallantly.
They sat chatting for awhile, but the
topics they talked about as lovers did
not seem to rise up with the SpOnta-
neity OF former days. There We're long
gaps in the conversation. The doctor
yawned.
1--WE don't need to talk all the while"
she said drOwSily. ''Remember what
clatter we used to keep up?"
81 wonder how we did it."
did it! We didn't do it. 1t did it
self"
There was a lull. during which the
doctors eyes closed, and he was be-
ginning to draw the heavy breath Of
slumber when his wife started In
anew.
do you know, joe" she said. that
wretched butcher sent in the most
abominable steak this morning-all
bone and gristle?'
Eyes, dear, but my arm is cramped.
If you'll raise bit I'll move it,
lie moved the arm and was sinking
again to a snOoze when the telephone
bell rang.
'I'H GO" said Mrs. Bemerton. start
ing up.
mo; you wouldn't understand"
And the doctor went to the telephone
"Yes; I'm DR.. Bemerton."
Reply.
Reply. IL
as he?"
Reply.
Suffering muchT
Reply.
'Well, suppose I'll have to 60"
Mrs. Bemerton, who was listening,
sighed. The doctor came back into
the room the picture OF woe.
"Now, Joe, you said you wouldn't go
out again tonight for millionaire
You're tired out. In another moment
you'd have been asleep. Why didn't
you refuse?"
'IIow could I? If you were suffer.
ing and called for a physician to re-
lieve you and he declined to go, what
would you think of him."
"Well, suppose 1t can't be helped.
Will you ride?"
"No; it's not far. I'll walk
She helped the poor man on with his
overcoat. He gave her n parting kiss
and as he went out said:
''If I'm going to be delayed I'll tele-
phone you, and you're not to sit up,
but go to bed like n dear, good little
woman, and I'll come in without dis
turbing you and sleep in my own
room. Ta-ta, sweetheart"
Mrs BemertOnS regret was that her
liege lord must go out after a hard
days work into cold night to incur
more responsibility. She was prac-
teal woman and had discovered very
soon that the return to counting days
would not be a success She was not
therefore disturbed at the interruption
on that account Indeed, she was re-
lieved.
AS soon as the front door closed be-
hind him DR.. Bcmerton FASTENED his
steps. A few Hocks away was his
club, and thither he went. Leaving
his overcoat at the coat room, he went
into the cafe and there found Drs.
Nichols and ellison, who hailed his en-
trance with shouts Of satisfaction.
"What did you mean," exclaimed
Bemerton to Nichols, with mock sever
ity, "by telling me that the patient
was suffering and l must come at
once to relieve him?'
Il meant this" replied Nichols-"that
Gibson is suffering for some one to
split lOttle of ginger ale with him.
As for me. I'm suffering for some,
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