The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1913-05-07

ROW u ne nave -
b fxoafed," observed old Mn DEalo
..I5oSs o. de o1tasde can 80 be1t
what's Colng on" muttered Amanda
RrImIy- When get q husband. e %
Be e I'm ever amicted that way. ard
Il won't b tiIl lose my reason, I
guess he'll understand III have ny
rights IN my own house"
There amt any reason for you to
get an bet mp over e. Amanda sOoth-
ca Nh. Drake .sMebbe yonm never
hG4O- % be married. ana then you
WON'T have any trouble.
Mn Cheney had nearly reached
hOms VIXEN she found that she had
6OrRot3en her thimble- She choSe .
short cut back to Amanda's bouse,
where the weekly meeting had been
held. and arrived at the back door Just
IN time TO overhear the spirited dis.
custom regarding her husband
With burning cheeks she turned and
left the house, closing the door softly
behind her Across the frosty deids
she sped toward home. hurt pride
lending wings TO ber usual precise
gait Once there within the conform
bic sitting room she sank breathIessIy
into Q chair.
A vivid spot Of red dickered in her
delicate cheeks as she removed her
gloves and unfaStened her coat All
the time her timid eyes were staring
back at the large crayon portrait Of
her husband that hung on the opposite
wan. Stern. severe. uncompromising.
brow, eyes and lips declared his in
domitabIe Will while certain PIncbed
lines indicated the misery strain that
was in bis blood. From thrifty
young man Henry Cheney had become
In his middle life a niggard and a
churI, who denied bis patient wife ev-
erything save the barest comforts of
existence and who sloated over the
accommodating balance on his bank
books. Now he was a banker himself.
and his 1ne stone bank building Was
on the corner OF the main street Of
little River
Dora Cheney was thinking of the
light words that had been banded
about the little sewing circle In An1an-
dR's house. 1t hurt her sensitiveness
TO learn that her domestic trial was
not the secret she had thought It to be
and that all her neighborS knew and
understood why she wore the piairest
clothes until their shabbineSs was elo
Queut Of poverty. and only her own ex-
uuisfte neatness enabled her to appear
to advantage among her more showfly
clothed friends. She knew that they
commented upon the many closed
rooms IN the big house on the hill, and
they must guess It was because Henry
begrudged the coal # would take to run
the heater In the cellar. That was why
they lived IN four rooms on the ground
-6oor ana heated them with stoves.
Amanda Waters was rfght-no sell
respecting woman would stand such
treatment" said Dora Cheney to her
self. Then she hid her face in her
hands and pressed her dngers against
her aching eyes 81 know just what be
viii 9ay when tell him. and he will
60 down to the parsonage and tell Mr.
Lees that the monthly entertainment
anst be held elsewhere, and he VIII
give 81 to help If along BE doesn't
know that l want the companionship
or my neighbors and the pleasure Of
entertaining them in my own home. It
isn't right"
AT last the -gate at the foot of the
lawn creaked notsiiy. and she heard
her husbands ponderous step on the
path that led to the side door.
Before Henry Cheney had reached
the door his wife had tossed aside her
wraps and removed her hat with one
sweep OF her hands. Then she had
lighted a lamp with trembling fingers
and was lighting another in the kitch
en- when he opened the door and
came In.
He was a large man. tall and broad
shouldered and heavily huilr. with i
face that might have been handsome
had it not been for the stern lines and
the look OF greed in his eyes. His hair
was frosted with gray. and his clenniy
shaved face betrayed certain hard
ness. he smiled the air hungrily as
be removed his overcoat
I'm hungry. Dora. isn't supper
ready2" he asked, with 4 little frowR.
II was resting awhile and didn't
realize how late. II was, Henry. 1T
will be ready in fifteen minutes"
Mr.. Cheney gruuted and retired to
the sitting room with a newspaper
while bis wife dew. neryeusly about
from kitchen TO dining ROOM prepar
ing the evening meal She was think
ing or the days when they had drst
been n1arried-when the very sound OF
his step on the path had set her hear
TO duttering With anticipated Joy.
Now her heart fiuttered through a
sense of misgiving at his approach.
She wondered bitterly what change
had taken place within his heart that
he should be so hard and cold toward
her. Was it because she had always
been meek and dmid OF his every
word? Perhaps It would have been
better II he had married woman like
Amanda Waters. Dora Cheney smiled
to herself as she thought OF It.
Il suppose you've been to that meet.
ing this afternoon remarked her bus
band as be carved the small slice Of