Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-08-05
MARTYRS OF SUBURBIA
BY FRANK FILsoN.

I lOOk aleT ner nuSDanQ as ne QlS5p'
peared ut run round the corner OF
the lane Then she sank down into a
chair aid had a good cry.
They had been married a month,
and were in full possession of their
suburban home.
when we are married, dear, we will
live in the country" her husband had
said to her. mo noisy, grimy city
streets for u.s."
Yes, dear" Dora had answered.
And Wa will have chickens and rose
trees
OF course, it was possible to procure
help from town-not locally, since all
the girls drifted into the factory, five
miles sway, by the screech of whose
whistle the Raleighs set their watches.
But maids would not stay; they gen.
orally set down their bags, shifted,
and took their departure. So young
Mrs. Raleigh did her own cooking and
sweeping.
The chickens died of the pip, ex.
cept thT1e, which died Of the gapes,
and one, rooster, which Dora had
subsequently seen in the backyard of
Henry Foulkes, the colored man who
tried to make the vegetables grow.
The electric light bill was twice as
high as they had calculated, and gas
seemed to cost a dollar a cubic foot
No wonder Mrs. Raleigh had a good
cry before she started seeding the grit
out Of the local grocer's seeded
raisins!
The hardest thing was to put on an
expression Of cheerfulness when Henry
came home. That night she dried her
eyes and practiced welcome smile
until she could do no better. Then
she sat under the honeysuckle with
her garden hat on, which was the way
her husband liked to see her.
When at last she saw him coming
up the lane she was surprised at his
detected look. And there was no doubt
about it-Henry positively slouchedl
The minute he came within q stones
throw Of the front door the SLOUGH dis
appeared. He appeared spry and
springy. He positively reeked with
enthusiasm.
"And how have things been going,
dearest?" he inquired.
Finely. dearest" answered MIRA Ra.
leigh. There is a chance Of getting
maid next week, too. Uncle John
writes from New York that he Is
thinking Of sending his wife's maid
into the country to regain her
strength. She has been somewhat run
down, you know. Only there's some.
thing wrong with the furnace, dear.
It won't draw any more"
1T never did draw" said her hus.
band, ruefully. Il guess it's the coal"
so l had to get a cold supper" his
wife concluded.
They ate their dinner in silence. An
evil thought was growing rapidly in.
side Mrs. Dora's pretty head and she |
fought 1t back for all she was worth. |
After dinner they crouched over the |
cheerful oil stove and stretched out
their hands to the blaze.
Dora" said her husband, rather
shamefacedly, II had lunch with |
Griggson today In his new apartment |
ON Riverside drive. He has the cutest
little place imaginable and no trouble /
with the things that bother us-heat.
ing and lighting. He laughed at me |
for country Jay. Naturally he doesn't !
understand. If he could come home
and see you under the honeysuckle-"
1T will be fine when it blooms.
won't it, dear?"
And the clematis has positively
grown. | measured it yesterday, and |
II is an inch longer than when we set |
1t In. Well, as l was saying, those .
poor city fellows don't know what
life means. They think it consists
OF going to theaters-"
Yes, and having lobster suppers
afterward," said Dora Raleigh scorn.
fully.
And taking taxlcabs and seeing the
cheerful mean cheerless lights OF
the city. And having a lot of noisy
people round in the evenings instead
OF enjoying the calm and quiet Of the
country"
"And-and going out to supper
when they feel like 1t, and-and see-
Ing the picture galleries, and the park,
and-and musical evenings" said
Dora, Historically.
And not having to run for trains In
the morning." her husband continued.
They don't get the benefit Of the
fresh country air. They don't half
live. What with their entertainments
and late hours and friends always
dropping in and"
Henry! Dont!" screamed Mrs.
Dora Raleigh, bursting into historical