The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-10-24
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BY SUSAN 2. HAYFoRo:

"For goodness sake, Jim Graham,
what looking room! II you aren't
enough to try the 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, IL 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 hearty laugh. $50 that's
all, Is 1t; well, I'm sorry. but come and
give me kiss and say that you for
give II 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 Nike you-you never
take, anything seriously. and work all
day trying to keep things neat. Look
ut your coat on one chair, 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 might
lately. I never complain about what
you do, and after all / furnish the
house for home" he ended angrily.
1t was very unfortunate remark
| just at that moment, and the tears
filed Mrs. Graham's eyes in spite Of
| her efforts to keep them back. VERY
| well, 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
| slave for 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
ly to hide the falling tears.
Presently her husband appeared at
the dining room door in hat and coat.
"You needn't wait up for me; have
| key. Good evening"" he said coldly,
and was gone.
"Wait, jim" she cried, but the front
| door closed before she could finish the
| sentence.
Regardless Of the over-brown chick
| en- in the oven she put her head on the
| kitchen table and wept.
"Oh, why did ever say such things
But then he might have known that
didn't mean them, and he didn't seem
to care IL I did leave; probably he'd
| be glad" and fresh flood Of tears
| came, but after d while she arose with
| an air Of determination, and taking
the done dinner from the stove consult
ed the mirror, to be confronted with
very red and swollen eyes, and her
new silk waist all spotted with tear
drops.
Half an hour later, a veil hiding her
tear-stained eyes, she locked the door
and started for her dear chum Isa-
bellies apartments, to let Jim see that
she could get along without him.
She hurried along the avenue, intent
ON taking the car just coming in sight,
then fall and sharp pain in her
ankle.
From around the corner someone
appeared, and a familiar voice was In
her ear:
"Are you hurt, Puss? Tell me
quick
"Not much. oh, Jimmy, where were
your" she gasped.
"Just been walking around the block
the last hour" he replied carelessly.
With his arm to support her she hob
bled home in silence, but once inside
the CHEEKY living room the tears start
ed afresh as her husband turned
towards the hall to hang his hat and
overcoat.
| "Don't, please" she cried; "just
throw them anywhere. II love to
see them round; and, Jimmy, was
all tired and cross and / truly didn't
mean it," she concluded from the
depths of his shoulder.
The dinner had lost Its flavor but
the diners We're radiantly happy
enough to overlook 1t, and fragrant
cup of coffee made a pleasant finish.
"Jimmy," she said, "just think, mar
ried most year and our first quarrel
Wasn't 1t silly?"
$50 silly it will be the last" said
Mr.. Graham lighting his cigar.
His wife went softly over to his
chair and put her arms about his neck.
"Well both do Just as we like, won't
we? And nobody II fuss, for it's truly
home, isn't it?'
She paused as her husband for the
second time that evening, but now all
unresisting, drew her to his knee.
ITS home where my little wife Is"
he ended.
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