The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-07
IHE BKIDGEPURT TIMES

ness, for the unfortunate, and the complaining. He whistled over his. and was gone At noon he rushed in. always late, devoured his lunch ap- preciatively, and was gone again. At night he was usually tired, inclined to to disapprove of the new positions of the bedroom furniture or the way Cherry's hair was dressed.
 He loved to play poker and was hospitab1e to a certain extent. He would whistle and joke over the pre- parations for a rarebit after a game, and would willingly walk five blocks for beer if Cherry had forgotten to get it. On Sunday hel fixed to see her prettily gowned; now and then they motored with his friends from the mine; more often walked, ate a hearty chicken dinner, and went to a cold supper in the neighborhood, with Five Hundred to follow. At ten their hostess would f1utter into her kitchen; there would be lemonade and beer and rich layer cake. Then the men would begin to match poker hands, and the women to discuss babies in low tones.
 Cherry never saw her husband so animated or so interested as when men he had known before chanced to drift into town, lp1ning men from Ne vada or from Ef Nido, or men he had known in college. They would dis cuss personalities. would shout over recOileCleo SOoQ times. Woulo slap each other on the back and laugh .tirelessly.
 She thought him an extremely diff flcult man to live with, and was an- gered when her hints to this effect led him to remark that she was the limit" They had a serious quarrel one day, when he told her that she was the most selfish and spoiled woman ne had ever known. He called her attention to the other women of the town busy, contented women sending children off to school, setting babies down for maps in sunny door yards, cooking and laughing and hur- rying to and fro.
 Yes. ad look at them!" Cherry said with ready tears. Shabby, thin, tired all the time!"
 t'The trouble with you is,'' Martin asid, departing, you've been told that you're pretty and sweet all your life and you're spoiled, You are pretty, yes" he added, more mildly. But. by George, you sulk so much, and you crab so much, that Pm darned if I see it any morei All see is trouble,'
 With this he left her. Left her to a burst of angry tears, at first, when she dropped her lovely little head on the blue gingham of her apron sleeve and cried bitterly.
 Thte kettle began to sing on the stove, bee came in and wandered about the hot kitchen; the grocer knocked, and Cherry let the big lout of a boy stare at her red eyes un- caring.
 Then she went swiftly into the bed room and began to pack and change. She'd show Martin Lloyd-she'd show Martin L1Oydi She was going straight to Dad-she'd take the-take the
 She drowned. She had missed the nine o'clock train; she must wait for the train at haM-past two. Wait where? Well. she could only walt here. Very well, she would wait here. She would not get Martin any lunch, and when he ragged she would ex- plain.
 She finished her packing and put the house in order. Then in unac- customed mid-m orning leisure, she sank into a deep rocker and began to read. Quiet and shade and order refgned in the little house.