The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-09-26

For several days she and Martin
laughed necessarily and praised each
other necessarily, while they expert
mented with cooking and ate delicious
gypsy meals.
By midwinter Cherry had settled
down TO the business OF life. buying
bacon and lard and sugar ard matches
at the store or fne mine, cooking and
cleaning. sweeping. and making beds.
She still kissed Martin gOod-by every
morning and met him with an affec-
Tomato rush at the door when he came
home. and they played Five Hundred
evening after evening after dinner
quarreling for points and laughing at
each other. while rain sluiced down on
the porch. But sometimes she Won
dered how it had all come about, won
dered what had become Of the violent
emotions that had picked her out of
the valley home and established her
here, in this strange place. with this
man she had never seen a year ago.
OF these emotions little was left
She still liked Martin, she told her
self, and she still told him that she
loved him. But she knew she did not
love him, and in such an association
as theirs there can be no liking. Her
thoughts rarely rested on him; she
was either thinking of the prunes that
were soaking, the firewood that was
running low, the towels that a wet
breeze was blowing on the line; or
she was far away, drifting in vague
realms where feelings entirely strange
to this bare little mining camp and
this hungry, busy, commonplace man.
held sway.
The first time that she quarreled
with Martin she cried for an entire
day, with the old childish feeling that
somehow her crying mattered, some
how her abandonment would help to
stralghten affairs. The cause of the
quarrel was a trifie; her father had
sent her a Christmas check and she
Immediately sent to a San Francisco
shop for a clock that had taken her
fancy months before
Martin, who had CHANGED to be
pressed for money, although she did
not know it, was thunderstruck upon
discovering that she had actually dis
posed of fifty dollars so lightly. For
several days shadow hung over their
intercourse, and when the clock came,
as large as banjo, gilded and quaint,
he broke her heart afresh by pretend
ing not to admire it.
But on Christmas eve he was de-
layed at the mine and Cherry, smitten
suddenly with the bitterness of having
their first Christmas spoiled in this
way, sat up for him, huddled in her
silk wrapper by the alright stove.
She was awakened by feeling herself
lowered tenderly into bed and raised
warm arms to clasp his neck and they
kissed each other.
The next day they laughed at the
clock together, and after that peace
reigned for several weeks But it was
inevitable that another quarrel should
come and then another; Cherry was
young and undisciplined, perhaps not
more selfish than other girls of her
age, but self-centered and unreason-
| able. She had to learn self-contrOl
and she hated to control herself. She
| had TO economic when poverty pos
| sessed neither picturesqueness nor in
| terest. They were always several
weeks behind in the payment of do
| nestle bills, and these recurring re-
| minders of money stringency mad
dened Cherry. Sometimes she summed
| it up, with angry tears, reminding him
! that she was still wearing her trous-
seau dresses, and had no maid, and
never went anywhere
But she developed steadily. AS she
] grew skilful in managing her little
house, she also grew in the art of
| managing her husband and herself.
| She became clever at avoiding causes
| of disagreement she listened, nodded
| agreed, with a boiling heart, and had
| the satisfaction of having Martins
| viewpoint veer the next day, or the
next heur, to meet her own secret
/ conviction. Martin seemed satisfied,
and all their little world accepted her
Il as a matter of course. But under 1t
all. Cherry knew that something young
| and irresponsible and confident in her
had been killed. She never liked TO
think of the valley, of the fogs and the
spOkes of sunlight under the redwood
aisles, of Alix and the dogs ard the
dreamy evenings by the fire. And es-
| pecially she did not Ike to think of
that eighteenth birthday, and herself
thrilling and ecstatie because the
| strange young man from Mrs. North's
had stared at her, in her sticky apron,
with so new and disturbing a smile
i In his eyes.