Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-10-24

Mrs. Moor sat alone in the library
Of her spacious home. The soft
chimes had just struck the midnight
hour. The servants having complete
ed their days work had retired, and
the big house seemed deserted. She
was waiting for her husband. Every
night it was the same; she sat alone,
listening for his footsteps. He al
ways went directly to his apartment,
unaware that his wife had not yet
retired, but she could not rest until
she knew that he was safe at home.
Tonight she was unusually de-
pressed. Fifteen years ago she was
happy bride, and for the first five
years he had been loving, attentive
husband, inviting her to share all his
pleasures; but she was quiet, sem
sitive woman, hating a crowd and
fearing to meet strangers, and she
pleaded with him to leave her at
home. Becoming discouraged, he
ceased to ask her to accompany him,
and left her to live her own life.
Had they been blessed with chill
dren, all would have been different,
for she was born mother and home
maker. One child had been given
them, but its life was 50 short that
to the poor little woman it almost
seemed dream that her loving heart
had once pressed close a tiny baby
form.
Her husband, the brilliant Mr..
Moor, could not be expected to spend
his time at home with one so quiet
and uninteresting as his wife, there
fore society promptly forgot Mrs.
Moor and received that talented gen.
tleman with open arms, and it was
now whispered that he was giving
undue attention to a beautiful
widow. The wife knew this, and it
grieved her, for she loved her hus-
band with all the devotion of her
quiet nature.
All of these things passed through
her mind as she sat there, and she
thought, "Why am l so bereft of
love and happiness? Is there any
solution to my problem She gave
sigh and walked over to a long
mirror, critically examining her re-
Election. She saw a delicate, petite
figure with masses of ight-brown
hair that seemed almost too heavy
for her small face; big brown eyes
that looked out on the world with 6
great sadness in their depths, and
she thought: "No wonder that he
has forgotten me. | am just a little
mouse of a woman, almost afraid of
my own shadow; and yet my hair
and eyes are not half bad, and if
had a little color l would not look
quite so much like a wrath" And
then she threw herself in the bic
armchair, sobbing: ooh! why can
not he love me? l am always here
to see that he is comfortable and
that his home is run smoothly"
"Ahw an accusing voice seemed
to say, "any housekeeper could dc
that. Have you been a real wife,
sharing his joys and sorrows, giving
him your society and making him
feel that he was necessary to your
happiness?" She started, and a
feeling of guilt pierced her soul
"Perhaps ! am in fault" she
thought. "Can it be that l have
been selfish and considered only thai
which / like best? After all, he ha;
gives me more money than l know
this beautiful home is mine, and h,
gives be more money than / know
how to use." As this argument wa.
impressed upon her mind she die
some hard thinking. She did mo-
hear her husband when he came in
and it was after two o'clock befor,
she had completed her self-examina
ton.
Next morning, after she had pre-
sided at her husbands hasty break
fast, duty that she never missed
and had given out the instruction.
for the day, she ordered the limou
sine, and was driven to one of tn,
best modistes in the city. She Sc
lected dinner gown, evening dres