Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1910-12-20

herself swept off the piano stool and installed
where, on the rounded of big easy chair,
she had little more liberty of movement than
that of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel
liousy while her husband questioned her.
What book were you reading so intently
this afternoon when | came upon you in the
corridor? Let see it?"
"Shan't." CA time). ooh, you cowardl Be-
cause you are strong! shall go toto"
Where? 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, 1 would pay it out of my own mon
ey-there"
what own money!"
my house money!"
"You forget, Mrs. Morris-Moore," said her
husband, gravely, "if you run away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in burst, as he shook her, ooh you
great baby he cried make up Bring the
bookl 1t was a volume of your diary. knew
by the lock. I'll show you mine. Fair ex-
change! Off with you!"
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."
IL,
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 it's place.
oh" said her husband, 81 don't think there
is much"
"And you call yourself writeri"
well, shall l begin?" Clara all on
pins and needles now. She could hardly keep
still. The quarrel forgotten.
"'Chrstmas eve (she read. "A dull 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 man coming friend of fathers.
Il is a horriG nuisance"
Here Clara Moore broke of suddenly.
"Oh 1 wrote everything fresh, you see. I
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.
well" she said, 81 did write lot, know,
and yours is no falr exchange. uld II partly
as an exercise, you see for l was considered
very good at composition at school, whatever
you may think. Besides, l 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.
We'll" she said with a sigh (and her eyes
wee dim and distant) Il will read-though
never thought to let anyone see-not even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me.
will"
II seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely
nodded Clara futtered some leaves thought
fully Where shall go on?" she asked, knit
ting her brows.
"Yuu 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 surprised Eve.
"Yoa were saying that 1t was 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. 1900
n m. He il gone. 1t was not 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 a beard, and he
came In big gray cloak Ike one Of Millets
sbepherds But he talked-yes. it was worth