The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1911-08-31

she boldly declared:
stephen. want to ride out every
afternoon next week."
"You know what my salary is at the
bank" be replied.
And shall go to the club!"
81 hope not"
And want a new suit at once!"
"Yesf"
81 didn't marry you to be ground
down."
mo"
Mother said could come home to
her any time"
"Yes"
And II things don't change at once
I'll gol ! want II decided right here
and now"
80 do II"
Mrs Roberts left the table and went
over to the east window. She changed
10 the west one. Then she sat down.
Then she stood up again. Mr.. Rob
erts refused to be drawn into an ar.
gument to spoil his appetite. He re-
fused to say what he would do, and II
was for her to give in or carry out her
threats. Give in? Never! She walked
upstairs and began to array herself.
The distance TO her mothers manor
house was a mile and half, and dark
ness was at hand. She would go,
however. She would go II the dis.
tance were ten miles. There was a
principle at stake. People were refer
ring to her as a worm Of the dust.
They should see!"
All family jars do not bring thunder
storms. This one did. however The
wife who started for mothers with
naughty step and hard-set face. leav-
I ing husband behind her at his cof,
! fee. had not trailed through the dust
more than half a mile when wind.
rain, thunder and lightning were upon
her. She was thoroughly soaked be-
fore she could gain the shelter OF an
old tumble-down barn. She tried to
remain angry, but she whs too wet.
She was also frightened. Every tins
II lightened the red-hot thunderbolt
made straight trail for the sagging
roof over her head. When nothing
else was doing a hog that had taken
shelter before her moved about and
mathematical things in his own Ian
guage and made out that he was a
two-legged tramp.
Why had not Stephen stopped her
from leaving the house? That was
the question the young wife asked
herself over and over as she stood
there In her sopping shoes. Why
hadn't he kissed her and tried to
make up? She had said she was GO
ing home to mother, but be hadn't
filed one single objection. Oh, what
heartless brute! That is. she would
give a year OF her life II he was there
with her now Thunder. lightning.
rain. darkness. and an old tramp get
ting his courage up to attack her!
And even II she lived to reach her
mothers house what sort OF story
could she tell? When she first started
out she felt she would be received
with open arms. and that the mother
would say:
so you have left that villain for
good and all! Good! Come to my
arms. child will see that Stephens
neck is broken within a week."
Now. In that cold rain, with her
shoes a-sop and the rain pelting down
harder and harder she just cried like
a baby and called out:
Mother, | forbid you to break his
neck! Stephen Is the best husband
In all this worldl"
Then a hand clasped one Of hers.
and an arm stole around her waist
She had not heard any one approach
but she was not startled. She was
gently drawn out of the ruin-into the
road-along II to her home and the
hog was left to wonder and puzzle
over the idiosyncrasles Of human ma
ture. Not a word was spoken on the
way hone-not a word for an hour
later Then the husband quietly OBJ.
served:
"T1l order the carriage for next
week, Clara"
But | don't want you to-" she re-
piled. I'm coming down to the bank
every evening to walk home with
! vouf"