Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1914-12-11

able, and" she finished with 9 hub
bling little laugh, Il guess wasnt
made for those things, Dan, dear. I'm
too much of a home body"
Her very self-satisfied complacency
nettled her questioner. The very
sight OF the darning needle In her I'm
gers maddened him.
Good God. Mary" he exclaimed
cant you ever stop this endless
mending? Haven't / begged you, day
and night, not to mend my socks. ]
won't wear socks all over darns-
they're uncomfortable"
Just a suggestion of a smile played
around Mary Shades sweet mouth aa
she answered.:
They're yours, Dan. It's the only
thing left that I can do for you--now
| can't bear to see strangers touch
your things" and her voice trailed
off In q wistful sigh, a sigh which
might on any other occasion have
made its appeal to the earnest-faced
man now gazing at her SO grimly.
The lightness of her tone showed
how little she realized the seriousness
of the situation-how little she under.
stood how inadequately she was fill
ing her position as his wife. She
loved her husband with the devotion
of a slave and the reverence of q wor.
shipper at a shrine, but, like many an.
other good woman, she wanted to
show her affection in her own way
and not in his. Because she wanted
to do for him with her hands, she
turned a deaf ear to his pleas that
h use her head. She wanted her
husband to be happy and comfortable,
but she wanted to make him happy
and comfortable according to her own
ideas of what ought to make a man
satisfied. She had seen him rise grad.
ually at first and then by leaps and
bounds. Now that he had become
wealthy and successful she wanted to
decide for him that he ought to let
well enough alone. To her 1t seemed
foolish to bother about being COVER.
nor, absurd for him to fret about the
way she dressed and did things.
So, for awhile they sat in silence
and the fire dying down left the room
chilly, SO chilly that Mary started up
to get a shawl. Halfway to the door,
she wal peremptorily called back by
her husband, who, ringing for a maid
dispatched her for the wrap, while
Mary, Inundated and with something
of the air of a martyr, went signing
back to the big, uncomfortable chair
to the mending that was such
an irritation to her husband.
why can't you learn to be waited
on, Mary?" her husband asked, not un.
kindly. "Other women do"
I'm slow-slow and old-fashioned,'
the woman answered, quietly, but with
an air which plainly showed that she
was perfectly satisfied with herself
and that she thought he ought to be
1--we never been with women who
knew how to do these things. You
didn't know any such people until
lately. / don't van to know them
she concluded with an engagingly con.
fiding smile.
But / can't go everywhere always
alone" Slade expostulated. "a mans
wife ought to go with him and meet
the right kind of people-otherwise
he's an outsider. What do you thinl
| built this house for? l don't worl
in the mines any longer with ny
hands. I've got to use my head.
don't drink. / don't smoke. / dom
dissipate-keep yachts ard horses-ol
women. A mans got to d. something
I'm going into public life, and l wan
to entertain here. You'd have me ST
back and take it easy and-rust!"
"You deserve everything you've got
DAN" answered Mrs. slade, incense
quentially, entirely losing the poin
Of his TRADE. you struggled like {
dog. Nobody knows, only you anc
me. We've been through it together.
well" demanded Slade eagerl,
and hopefully, "why don't you marcel
along with me then, Mary?"
His wife turned to him earnestly
For a moment Dan Slade thought tn,
woman he loved was about to rise t,
the occasion.
CTo BE Continued