Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-12-08

| clodded, rough earth. Farms dozed under shimmering lines of dazzling air and in the village, from ten o'clock until the afternoon began to wane. l there was no stir. Flies buzzed and settled on screen doors, the creek shrunk away betwen crumbling rocky banks, the butcher closed his shop and milk soured in the bottles.
 The Turner's and some other fami- lies always camped together in the mountains during this season, and they were off when school closed, in an enpiable state of ecstasy and anticipa- tion Cherry had planned to join them but an experimental weekend was enough. The camp was in the cool woods, truly, but it was disorderly, swarming with children, the tents were small and hot, the whole settlement laughed and rioted and surged to and fro in a manenr utterly foreign to her She returned, to tell Martin that 1t was "horribly common" and weather the rest of the summer in Red Creek Martin sympathized. He had never | NdiCo Ptii lANultiiAy iOl tliC Q | was perfectly willing to keep the friendship within bounds.
 He sympathzed as little with an other friendship she made, some months later, with the wife of young engineer who had recently come to the mine. Pauline Runyon was a few years older than her husband, hand | int J everything in an entirely individual way. She took one of the new little bungalows that were being erected in Red Creek Park" and furnished it richly and inappropriately, and estab- l lished tea table and samovar be- side the open fireplace. Cherry began to like better than anything else in the world the hours spent with Pauline. Pauline read Browning, Francis | Thompson and Pater, and introduced l Cherry to new worlds of thought. She l talked to Cherry of New York, which she loved, and of the men and women she had met there. She sometimes sighed and pushed the bright hair back l from Cherry's young and innocent and 1 discontented little face, and said ten derly: "On the stage, my dear-any- where anywhere, you would be d furore!"
 1 And thinking, in the quiet evenings for Martins work kept him later and later at the mine-Cherry came 1 to see that her marriage had been great mistake. She had not been ready l for marriage. She would sit on the back steps, as the evenings grew cool CT, and watch the exquisite twilight fade, and the sorrow and beauty of life would wiring her heart.
 A dream of ease and adoration and beauty came to her. She did not visu- alize any special place, any special gown or hour or person. But she saw her beauty fittingly environed; she saw cool rooms, darkened against this blaz- ing midsummer glare heard ice clink- ing against glass the footsteps of at tentive maids the sound of cultivated voices, of music and laughter She had had these dreams before, but they were becoming habitual now. She was so tired-sO sick-sO bored with her real life; it was becoming increasingly harder and harder for her to live with Martin She was always m a sup pressed state of wanting to break out, to shout at him brazenly: T don't care if your coffee is weak I like it weak 1 don't care if you don't like my hat-1 dol Stop talking about yourselfl"
 Various little mannerisms of his be- 1 gan seriously to annoy her; rather grave symptom, had Cherry but known l it. He danced his big fingers on the handle of the sugar spoon at break fast, sitting the sugar over his cereal; ; she had to turn her eyes resOutely away from the sight. He blew his nose, folded his handkerchief, and then brushed his nose with it firmly left and right; she hated the little performance that was n9ver altered. He had a certain mental slowness; would blink at her politely and patiently when she flashed plans or hopes at him: "I don't follow you, my dear" This made her frantic
 1 out WuS LWtHly, uuulSClpll1tu ana exacting. She had no reserves within herself to which she could turn. Bad things were hopelessly bad with Cher ry; her despairs were the dark and fearful despairs of girlhood prema- turely transferred to graver matters.
 Martin was quite right in some of his contentious; girl-like, she was spasmodic and unsystematic in her housekeeping she had times of being discontented and selfish. She hated economy and the need for careful man. aging.
 In October Alix chanced to write her a long and unusually gossipy let ter Alix had a new gown of black grenadine, and she had sung at an afternoon tea, and had evidently sue ceeded in her first venture. Also they had had mountain climb and en- closed were snapshots Peter had taken on the trip.
 Cherry picked up the little kodak prints; there were four or five of them.