Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1919-10-24
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By SUSAN F. HAYFoRD.

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"For goodness sake, Jim Graham,
what a looking rOom If you aren't
enough to try tile patience Of Job"
The usually soft voice was high
pitched and querulous.
''Why, what's the matter; what's up
now?" inquired Mr.. Graham from the
depths of his newspaper
"Well, if you would use your eyes
you'd see what was the matter. Just
look at that rug, and after I've cleaned
all day, too" And his wife pointed an
accusing finger at the mud tracks that
spread across the floor.
He gave a hearty laugh. $50 that's
all, is it; well, I'm sorry, but come and
give me a kiss and say that you for
give 1t this time" And putting an arm
about the trim little waist he drew her
down to the arm of his chair. But she
was not to be so easily appeased, and
with an angry jerk she pulled herself
away.
"Oh, that's just like you-you never
take anything seriously, and work all
day trying to keep things neat. Look
at your coat on one eaair, your hat
right on the mantel and"
Mr.. Graham laid down his paper
with a sigh.
swell, Agnes, suppose we might
as well get this settled. I'm getting
tired of being nagged every night
lately. / never complain about what
you do, and after all l furnish the
house for a home" he ended angrily.
1t was a very unfortunate remark
just at that moment, and the tears
filled Mrs. Graham's eyes in spite of
her efforts to keep them back. Every
wen, If that's the way you feel. /
think / had better earn my own liv-
ing-I did once without any trouble,
and you can have your house just as
you please" she said with sarcasm.
Her husband arose from his chair
and spoke severely: Don't talk non
sense; what is the use of making a
fuss over nothing?"
"Nonsense-its more nonsense to be
a slave for a man, and I'm tired of it.,
she flung back over her shoulder as
she FASTENED to the kitchen, partly to
attend to the cooking supper and part
10 hiJo tbo fol1;prr
Presently her husband appeared at
he dining room door in hat and coat.
"YOu needn't wait up for me; l have
/ key. Good evening"" he said coldly,
md was gone.
swat, JIM" she cried, but the front |
loor closed before she could finish the
sentence.
Regardless of the over-brOwn chick
an in the oven she put her head on the
kitchen table and wept.
ooh, why did | ever say such things |
But then he might have known that / |
lidn't mean Them and he didn't seem |
o care If / did leave; probably he'd
,e glad" and fresh flood of tears |
,ame, but after while she arose with
IN air Of determination, and taking
he done dinner from the stove consult
ID the mirror, to be confronted with |
'ery red and swollen eyes, and her
lew silk waist all spotted with tear
Irops.
Half an hour later, veil hiding her
ear-stalned eyes, she locked the door
md started for her dear chum Isa-
'elle's apartments, to let Jim see that
he could get along without him.
She hurried along the avenue, intent
IN taking the car just coming in sight,
hen a fall and sharp pain in her
nkle.
From around the corner someone
ppeared, and a familiar voice was in
er ear;
"Are you hurt, Puss? Tell me
uick."
"Not much. Oh, Jimmy, where were
our" she gasped.
"Just been walking around the block
he last hour" he replied carelessly.
With his arm to support her she hob
led home in silence, but once inside
he CHEEKY living room the tears start
d afresh as her husband turned
owards the hall to hang his hat and
vercoat
Don't, please" she cried; "just
brow them anywhere. II love to
ee them round; and, Jimmy, was
Il tired and cross, and | truly didn't
lean it." she concluded from the
epths of his shoulder.
The dinner had lost its flavor, but
he diners were radiantly happy
nough to overlook it, and a fragrant
up of coffee made a pleasant finish.
Jimmy" she said "just think, mar
led most year and our first quarrel.
Wasn't it silly?"
$50 silly it will be the last" said
Ir. Graham lighting his cigar.
His wife went softly over to his
hair and put her arms about his neck.
Wen both do just as we like, won't
,e? And nobody II fuss, for it's truly
ONE, isn't it,"
She paused as her husband for the
econd time that evening, but now all
nresisting, drew her to his knee.
"It's home where my little wife is"
e ended.
Copyright, 1919, Mcclure Newspaper Syn
dicate)