The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-06-18

and all sorts Of other things with
charming names.
Her pretty face was pale, she had
curious, trembling feeling about the
straight line of determination, and it
was with determination that she drew
down the blind-shutting out the dy-
ing light of the November afternoon
turned up the gas, and Set about max
ing her preparations.
AS she moved round the pretty room
which she and the Neglected Husband
had furnished together hardly a year
ago, she told herself that he would thor
onghly deserve what he was going to
get. Would he miss her, she wondered,
pausing an instant in her occupationl
No-her face .hardened-hs work was
enough for him! Why, for the last
months she had scarcely seen him.
1t was too bad. Not for this had
she married.! True, he had warned her
that doctor S life was a busy and ex-
acting one, but never had she thought
that things could be as they were.
Work, work, work, morning, noon and
night-yes, night, too, for of late he
had even taken to sleeping downstairs
in the surgery, because he said the night
calls were so frequent and would spoil
her rest. Absurd, If he had really
minded he could have made some ar
rangement get some one to help him
or something. And N the rare moments
they spent together he was grave, pre-
occupied, took no interest in the things
that interested her. Oh! it was unbear
able!
She lashed herself into fury, still
moving about her task. What did he
care for her work. 1t was his own that
was so important. He hardly knew
that she had any work. What was her
pretty talent for writing, to himi He
seldom had time for more than indul-
gently smiling glance over the graceful
trifles of verse which some day wese
to make book and their author s name
at the same time--the Other Man had
said so.
As matter of fact, there was moth
ing in them to read otherwise than with
smiling indulgence, for in all her but
terfly days the poor, pretty little Neg
lected Wife had never once seen life
at it is. But this she did not know
And the Other Man was prehaps more
complimentary than truthful.
How about this bracelet! these ear
rings, rings and broochesH She would
like to take them with her. They were
all gifts from the Neglected Husband,
it is true and-dd wives who were
"running away" take their husabnds ;
presents with themf She did not know.
The bracelet he had bought her in the
Palais Royal when they were on their
brief honeymoon in Paris 1t had cost
more than he could afford, but as he
clasped it on her yrist he had said ten
derly that she was worth the expcndi-
ture. All! she was, in those days!
Those earrings, sparkling on their vel
vet bed, were bought out of the earn
ings of his first big case after their
marriage-they had not been cheap.
This brooch was birthday present
her birthday; this pendant another
his birthday. These trifles marked other
days here and there, the last not so very
far behind her She sighed and return
ed the things to the jewel case on the
table. No. She decided that wives did
not take their Jewels when they left
the giver.
Tucked away among other belongings
she came upon copy of Tennyson.
That, too had been her husbands gift
during their engagement. She turned
the pages rapidly. Why, how he had
pencil marked lines here and there She
had forgotten that! He must have been
foHdsre Of poetry than she had thought
it was loving hand that made those
marks. Well, perhaps he was-of other
people s. Not of hers Hers was moth
ing to him. She hardened herself again
and put the book back among the
things that must be left behind. Soon
want of appreciation and neglect would
be left behind, too. She would be with
some one who could understand and ad-