The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1910-12-15

herself swept on 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
llously. while her husband questioned her.
what book were you reading so intently
this afternoon when l came upon you in the
corridor? Let me see It,?
"Shant!" CA time). "Oh, you coward! Be
cause you are strong! | shall go Toto"
'where7 To whom?" said Harry, easily.
ITO my-to Aunt Laetitia"
"She wouldn't have you, child" laughed her
husband. "and besides. she would charge you
board-which l 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. gravey. IF you run away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in a burst. as he shook her. "oh' you
great baby" he cried make up. Bring the
book 1t was a volume of your diary. knew
changed on with youl"
well. 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!"
And in these books. the greater and the
lesser, they read late into the night.
And this was what they found
Christmas eve'"- said Clara, begin
there!"
And she paused, waiting. with her finger
in its place.
"oh." said her husband 81 don't think there
is much,"
"And you call yourself wrlter!"
We'll. shall begin?" Clara was all on
pins and needles now. She could hardly keep
still The quarrel was forgotten.
"'Christmas eve (she read. A duh day
Paid calls in the lane-Went to Margarets.
Baby Is adorable and Tom begins to love me
and calls me Aunty dee-ar. Came home by
Grants and brought back fruit for dinner.
There Is a man coming, friend OF fathers.
II Is a horrid nuisance"
Here Clara Moore broke of suddenly.
"Oh. l wrote everything fresh you see.
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 a notebook, learned and conned by
rote' murmured Harry.
His wife stopped and looked severely at
him.
We'll" she said Il did write lot know.
and yours is no fair exchange. l did It partly
as an exercise, you see, for l 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 hourished
closely written page OF memoranda before her
eyes
well" she said, with a sigh (and her eyes
we're dim and dlstant), II will read-though
never thought to let anyone see-not even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me-
we'll"
It seemed an odd reason. but Harry wisely
nodded. Clara huttered 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 It was a horrid nut
sance having me come to dinner" said Harry
Moore, did you change your mind?"
Here it is" said his wife. running her eye
down the columns of close-knit writing. 1l:OO
%. M. He is gone. II was not so horrid after
all. But thinr he likes Edith best He is
big and badly dressed. Why can't writers and
artistic people dress humanity? He bad on the
funniest tie | ever saw. and beard, and he
came in a big gray cloak like one OF Millet's
shepherds. But he ,alked--ysS. II was worth