Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-19
At the End Of the Rainbow.
THE TIME OF STRIFE.
Ky Walt Mason.

II came over TO borrow some flaxseed'
Mrs. Wagstaff." said Mrs. Cumback, as
7 have to make poultice to put on my
husbands head.
What is the matter with your huspaho
now?" inquired Mrs. Wagstaff,
ooh. It's the same old trouble. He ana
Mr. Crump have had some more 1nsurrec-
lions. and I don't know what the end is
going to be For several weeks there
was no trouble. and I began to fatter
myself that there was going to be iast-
ing neace. although experience should
have taught me better than to haroor
such decisions. Then came snowstorni
one night. and in the morning MIR. truiiil
ana my husband both went forth WITH
their snow shovels to clean the walk
They were working away in the pest
of TEMPER Mr.. Crump in 'front.' OIL HIS
place and Mr.. Cumback in front or ours,
when g. SNOWFALL hit my husband IN the
ear and nearly dislocated his neck
was standing at the window LOOKING out.,
and l saw who threw the SNOWMAN. IL
vas Young Gigger, across the street But
before ! had time to run out and de-
rounce the true criminal. Mr.. Cumpach
had taken the law into his own hands:
.'He naturally supposed it was Mr.
Crump who had thrown the SNOWFALL
how much he has suffered at the hands
Of Mr. Crump during the last two or
three years you would understand ana
sympathize with him. Mr.. Crimp, not
knowing that anything had happened,
was working away with his back to my
husband, singing merrily. Mr. Cumoack
stepped up behind him and broke the
snow shovel over his head and then held
him and began pushing snow down the
back of his neck. The way the poor
lla6 fpy
by that time ] had reached the scene
of the conflict and explained what L nave
told you. and Mr.. Cumback's remorse was
overwhelming. He assisted Mr.. Crump
languages. saying he wouldn't have had
it happen for thousands of dollars. If
ever there was a natural nobleman L m
sumo it's Mr.. Cumback. When he KNOWS
he is in the wrong he admits IT ana IS
anxious to repair the damage. But Mr..
Crump Is just the other way. He re-
fused to shake hands with Mr. Cumback
and said, ri have your hearts blood
for this outrage 1T was no use explain
ing to him that it was all due to a mis-
had the top of his head caved in didn't
care about NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. 1t must
be awful to have such vindictive spirit.
Well my husbands head ached all
day, and his ear burned as though there
was fire in it, but he was cheerful and
pleasant and when evening came he
said he was going to blow himself for
once. He was going to hire a horse and
cutter at the livery barn and take me
for II ride, just as he used to long ago.
I can't tell you how delighted / was,
Mrs. Wagstaf.
Along about s o'clock he brought the
horse up In front of the house and tied
it while he came in to wait until / was
ready. When L had my things all on
we went out as happy as children. l
got in, and then he united the horse and
took his seat beside me and touched the
animal with the whip. 1t a high
strung horse. and it started off with a
jump, and that's really all / remember
until ! found myself on the lounge with
a neighbor woman holding an ammonia
bottle to my nose My husband was
wrapping his head in a bed sheet and
swearing that Mr.. Crump would rue the
day in sackcoth and ashes
Somebody had fastened chain from
the cutter to shade tree by the curb
and when the cutter moved off and got
to the end Of the chain there was a
general upheaval. The horse pulled the
shafts off and ran away. and Mr. Cum
back and I spun around On our heads
until the neghbores came and rescued
us.
THAT was how the trouble started
haven't time to tell you the latest de-
velopments. for Mr.. Cumback must have
a fresh poultice at once"