Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-01
DAILY NOVELETTE,
4 BIT OF C4RELESSNESS
By Julia A. Robinson

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out don you scoId, dear 1nez
begged gazing up at her husband with
anxious evos or uos .., =
ooun.o "'''eSS
was 'areleSS' Know that,
out don be cross, please. I'll 20. with
out butter for whole month to n,v
for II "
n,
! Nv iooNeu up AT hcr qulzically, just
"a little amused. for he had not been
long married. He knew it would be n
Sarrlh"c for lnCH to go without butter.
for she dearly loved it and ate n rrcot
deal.
/ 'What have You done now" he
asked, thinking il could be nothing moro
| than little waste OF food, That was
/ to be CXncctcd of n vnung housckoo,or
"Why--" she stommcrcd for sho
really feared him, "but Won wont sroId
will Won. surcP'' '''
"Srold? DO ! ever sco,d? Toll mo
what YOU have done" His voico was
insistcnt.
Did he over scold? WHY. shorp
word from him was the greatest terror
of her life. Perhaps he did not call
it scolding: they might have been only
words of good advice, but to her. ac-
customcd only to her fathers pCtting,
they meant much more. She hcsitatcd.
not feeling quite sure of him.
"T"ll me. he repeated, little more
Ht"rnly, yet unconscious OF the tact.
'Nhat are you afraid OF! 1t can be
anything very bad. lie had lived
alone. doing his own Will, having ms
own way, and ana not Know mat nc had
"''"'I' ''''r 'H"' :.ns. ."',' "t foo1 80
tive Wlic was beginning 10 leci re-
'H'rH,n'. :. hail." eli, +ro,,r1od
h"' 1t Is WHY 81, h''. Iou,t '',,o snoId III
'uI' "''''u," t,a,,, -,
w ,''t '"H ",'nDt ,,hroII, 1,o,9 That
~, '""' ''hnolIo ! ro,o vou9"
NV, w. "',,"' ,"ioo m.os rc,IlT storm now.
.,oL rorI' Somchody stole it. I
,hor did Nnu sTC, Il lust laid it
Jn,,.n j., ,ho s,orc-I turned round to
,I. - ,a,,,oth;ng and when I turned
w. toLn il nm If wasn't there" she end :
y, ,tth eoh
.,of ro,1rsc if wasn't there Didn t
,.o,, know any better than to lay it
Gon,q'' ro flung the words at her.
nf ]
,.i,r now 81 didu't-eyaCtly lay it
Jn,.r Won know. lust Stood it up
o,,oiru+ tbn couutcr-and-I was right
,t7,a OH why can't folks be honest o.
.rho+ isr't thc way of the world" he
sroorod .Jt's conc and you'll have to
,.;thou+ nov or usc that old cotton
~, j., tho hall You're welcome to
+Lo+ " JIo loft her and went down to
tLo oe;oo NOT meaning TO he cross or
,,,L;nd
Thiy wos thcir first real quarrel. and
tho moor ltt1c wife saA mournfulv
+b;rl ;rg if nvcr hating herself for her
corolossross fcelinp worse that she had
offordod Carl and brought down his re =
nroach than that she must carry the
nId cotton umbrella. or even that she
nust go w;thout butter.
Inoz oto her meals day/ after dav,
,o,;c;oucI,. rnfusinr buttcr even on hot
biscuits Sho watched her husband with
ronontart ovos Ms he contentcdlv otc
his share of the golden morscl. He
mover said a word did not even seem
to notice her sacrifice. Had he for
gotten. Would he never forgive her?
All This time an unconscious change
had hpen goinr on within himself, lie
was hcginning 70 see himself rs he
rcallv was to rcali2r that now he was
married he must look at life in now
wav must view things from two angles
instead Of one. from his wifo's stand -
noint MS we'll MS his own, lnpz must bp
honnv. what could he do TO make her
so?
For a wool there was n lttlo foclinp
Of unrest and restraint in thc home
They talked stiflv. without thc usuo,
freedom, Such little think it takes tc
mako 50 much difference, Then one
dav Carl comc home eorlv. whistI;np ir
tho old hovish woy broad smile on hi,
handsome face. He leaned m the stems
three of q time "Uere's nm umbrella
for Won Sis !" he boamed rs ho t1onr.
ishod if heforo hcr
isis" wos tbo net uamc he had givor
bor brt he had NOT used If for tbe 10 9,
rook Vow II came to his Ens o,,;t,
naturally Jnez ausbod to hoar II ,.itI
a foolipo that Iood had hoor toLor
from her'
WIN haPpS Sfniie ner huSbant