The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1912-08-15

leave of absence with full pay and
passes for US both so We could take a
nice trip?'
Three months leave in twenty-five
years." moaned Mrs. Rood. And now
that new managers going to take
away your pension. Oh, know you
think I'm awful Amos, but | just hate
that grasping, greedy old company
that works its men to death just the
way it does its poor horses, SOS to
save q little more money!"
at hurts me to hear you talk Ike
that, Lucy" Amos Rood protested 10y
ally The company does the best 1t
can't has troubles of its own"
Well, won't say another word II
you don't want l should, Amos" the
little woman promised. brushing the
angry tears from her eyes. Il amt
afraid but we'll get along some way. 1t
Just made me mad to think how
little the company seemed to appre-
ciate how honest and faithful you've
been. Now you come and wash up
and eat your birthday dinner before
It's all spoiled"
But though Amos Rood valiantly
attempted to do justice to the little
feast, it was evident to the anxious
wife who watched him that the dainty
viands that she had prepared with
such care were as dust and ashes to
his palate He looked stunned and
bewildered by the unexpected blow
I'll, hal Vim, anA hn
pushed back his chair from the table,
he said slowly:
I'D calculated to finish up that job
of Browns this afternoon, but when
| got that letter l sent EN- word not
to expect mel didn't feel equal to
tacklin' figures today. But I'll paint
| them storm-doors you wanted done,
Lucy. It'll be quiet out there in the
barn, and II want to think things
over"
Mrs. Rood looked after him visit
fully. q guess maybe he would be bet
ter by himself" she thought humbly.
Il wouldn't wonder if my eyerlastin'
| gable bothered him some when he's
! got things he wants 10 think over.
Well I'll fly around and straighten up
| so't will look pleasant to him when
he comes in, an maybe if was to fix
that chicken into a scallop he'd relish
| it for supper. He didn't eat scarcely
a mite O. dinner
But although Amos Rood had found
the solitude he craved, there was
something terrifying to him in the
emptiness of the great barn, and as
he resolutely set himself to the task
of painting the storm doors" he had
mentioned, he began to wish vaguely
| that old Dolly were still alive to stamp
| her iron shod feet and to nicker to
! him socially from her stall.
Then, with a sudden pang, he real
! horse who had been his and Lucy's
friend and companion for so many
years, had died last month, for how
could he have brought himself to sell
her when their little home was broken
up? The brush dropped from his
nerveless hand as he muttered, yes, it
would come to that!
Lucy said that they would man
age some way, but Lucy, with all her
CHEEKY common sense and thrift, had
woman's ignorance of the grim fact
that two and two always make four,
and never by any chance five or
six
Perhaps, by selling their little place
and living on the proceeds they might
manage to keep together for a few
years more, but the end was inev-
table. Sooner or later Lucy would
be obliged to go to the well-to-do sis
ter who had never attempted to con-
ceal her conviction that the pretty,
energetic girl might have done better
than to marry Amos Rood.
AS for him, there would be nothing
left but the shelter of the county poor
house.
Something seemed TO snap in the
mans brain. Why shouldn't he quiet
ly get out of it all, while there was
still something to keep Lucy from en-
tire dependence on q woman like pros
porous, self-satisfed Jane Thorn? She
would mourn for him he knew, but
death is easier to bear than some 9th
er things.
Suddenly he paused, arrested in his
grim preparations for the deed on
which he was resolved.
Amos, Amos!" his wife was call
ing.
Ten, yes, five moments more and he
would have been forever deaf to that
tender voice, and Lucy would have
come and found him-he shuddered
with a sick repulsion. He had been
owardly-mad- But Lucy 8
light feet were running along the gar
den paths and she was calling again:
Amos! Oh, Amos, do please
hurry"
The man stumbled blindly to the
door. The next instant he was stand
ing in the warm sunlight he had never
thought to feel again. with Lucy's
arms about his neck; her happy tears
upon his cheek
"Oh, Amos" she was bubbling JOY
ously, "the general superintendent
himself is in the house! It's perfectly
lovely to hear him swear. He says
the new manager has exceeded his au-
| thority Altogether and that the COM