The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1910-05-13

ueDrs was l.DeI.
"And you hollered sick EN- at one
dog and stu boy at the other, and
you kept 'em fighting for fifteen min
utes. And when Elder Griscom came
along and reproved you you bristled
right up to him and said this was a
free country and IL dogs wanted to
fight they had the privilege. Samuel,
can live with such man and keep
my respect for him? am weeping,
as you see. I am not weeping be-
cause I am going away, but on ac-
count Of your wickedness. / certainly
expect to hear within three months
that you've been hung for murder"
Conscience Never Touched Him.
One Of the deacon's eyebrows twist
ed very little bit, but as Mrs. Dolby's
eyes were full Of tears she didn't OBJ
serve 1t. He wasn't bit conscience
stricken. He read right along that the
owner OF COW laid himself liable to
the law IL he cut her tail, no matter
If she switched it sixty times minute.
"If you had come home, Samuel-if
you had come home and made excuses,
but you didn't. You jest strolled In
as placid as II you had been out hoe
ing cabbages. You could have ex-
planned that one dog pitched into the
other without provocation and that
you didn't interfere because you were
afraid Of being bit, but you just
wound up the clock and said 1t was
time to go to bed. That was deception
on top of crime. How do know that
you won't smile on me and then chop
me up with the AK an hour later?"
\ Samuel didn't know any way she
could find out, and he didn't believe
there was case In point in the book
before him. 1t did, however, state
that striking a man with pitchfork
constituted much graver crime than
batting him with a long handled
shovel. Mrs. Dolby sobbed and wept.
Her tears fell on her alpaca dress and
on her satchel, and 1t was several min
utes before she rose up and said:
swell, must be going. Little did l
| think when married you, twenty
eight years ago, that tonight I'd have
to leave my own house because you
have turned pirate. Do you want to
say goodby to me-"
Nothing from the deacon.
Separation and Return.
| "Of course shan't write to you."
The deacon didn't fall off his chair.
"And II you come to me on your
bended knees
The idea of his knees bending work
ed up a new emotion. and she leaned
against the door and sobDed. That
was fine reading the deacon had, and
he was deeply interested.
ITS night. and have got this
satchel to carry. but II get afraid or
tuckered out l can sleep beside some
haystack."
The deacon never cracked smile,
She opened the door. ana he never
moved. She went, but he paid no heed,
Even when the door closed lie took no
notice.
Mrs. Dolby went down the path and
leaned on the gate and looked back at
the house. No one came to the door to
call her back. She put down the satch-
el and gave 1t kick. Her tears and
sobs ceased. Had the deacon tainted
away? Had he blown his head offi
She softly advanced to the door and
held her ear to It, No sound. Then
she opened 1t and looked In. Then she
entered the kitchen Same deacon
same attitude.
samuel, Il was thinking that II
went tonight you'd have to get your
own breakfast and you wouldn't re
member how much coffee to put In"
And she removed her shawl and hat
put another stick Of wood into the
stove and five minutes later was sing
ing "The Old oaken Bucket" and tax
ing solid comfort.