Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-12-11

able. and" she finished with Q hub
bling little laugh. 4 guess l wasn't
made for these things. Dan. dear. In
too much OF home body"
Her very self-satistied 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
mendlng? Haven't l begged you, day
and night. not to mend my socks. ]
won't wear socks all over darns-
they're uncomfortable"
just suggestion of smile played
around Mary SHADES sweet mouth a
she answered.:
They're yours, Dan. It's the only
thing left that can do for you-now.
cant bear to see strangers touch
your things" and her voice trailed
on In Q wistful sigh, q 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 slave and the reverence Of q wor.
shipper at 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 deaf ear to his pleas that
she 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 it 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 shawl. Hallway to the door,
she was peremptorily called back by
sher husband, who. ringing for maid,
dispatched her for the wrap, while
Mary. Inundated and with something
OF the air of q martyr, went signing
back to the big, uncomfortable chair
to resume the mending that was such
an irritation to her husband.
why can't you learn to be waited
on. Mary?" her husband asked. not I'M
kindly. "Other women do"
I'm slcw-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.
I've never been with women who
knew how to do these things. You
didn't know any such people until
lately. l don't want to know them"
she concluded with an engagingly con-
fiding smile.
But l can't go everywhere always
alone" Slade expostulated. "a mans
wife ought to. go with him and meet
the right kind Of people-otherwis
he's an outsider. What do you think
built this house for? l don't work
In the mines any longer with my
hands. I've got to use my head. 1
don't drink. / don't smoke. | don't
dissipate-keep yachts and horses-or
women. A mans got to do something.
I'm going into public life, and l want
to entertain here. You'd have me sit
back and take 1t easy and-rust!"
"You deserve everything you've got,
Dan" answered Mrs. Slade, incense
quentially, entirely losing the point
Of his TRADE. You struggled like a
dog. Nobody knows, only you and
me. We've been through 1t together"
We'll" demanded Slade eagerly
and hopefully, why don't you march
along with me then, Mary?"
His wife turned to him earnestly
For moment Dan Slade thought the
woman he loved was about to rise to
the occasion.
CTo BE coNTINUED)