Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-12-01
John and Eleanor's
Dream
BY ELLA SAUNDERS
90. 1922. Western Newspaper Cnlon.l


John and Eleanor looked at each other
with startled eyes, as if unable to be-
lieve it. After two years of city life
an apartment, modest, but in quite a
nice district-they had their country
cottage.
The cottage they had always
dreamed Of 1t was John who had
found it. 1t was little, old-fashioned
place with about half an acre of gar
den, just within the committing region,
yet untouched by modernity. There
was not even bathroom when they
rented it, John had had that put in.
The whole thing had been a surprise
to Eleanor.
She stood among the hollyhocks
with shining eyes 1T seems too good
to be true" she said. The dearest
place, John, won't we be happy
They were. Eleanor reveled in her
garden. John moved the lawn in the
evenings. They had no cares, no one
to bother them. In the evenings Flea
nor seWed or read, while John, when
he was not detained at the office, as
frequently happened, went through his
accounts and correspondence.
Wen save all the expenses Of
holiday now. dearest" said John. 81
shall simply knock off work for a
couple Of weeks and stay here with
you"
That event happened a few weeks
after they had moved in. 1t was the
latter part of August, scorching hot;
John sat in his shirtseeves all day
under the big naples, going through
LETTERS and wishing that he had his
stenographer with him.
John, Dearest said Eleanor, bend
ing over him, don't you think you
ought to get a little exercise now that
you're free?"
1--WE thought of that" answered
John, smoothing down his waistcoat.
"Trouble is, there are no golf links
anywhere for miles around I wish
some one would start some"
But, dearest, how about those nice
country walks we planned?"
Nothing against EN-" answered
John, except that we've worn out the
country"
Worn it out?' oueried Eleanor
yep. that's what I said" John an.
swered briskIy. I'VE know all the
roads round here We know Farmer
Giles black COW and Farmer Hen
bricks blue one. We know the pretty
cottage with the jasmine and honey
suckle at the bend of the road. We
l,noW-Oh, everything that's know.
able, including Mrs. AIiller's blear-eyed
kid that makes faces at US"
"Oh, l know, | know" said Eleanor
mlserably. John was getting tired Of
their dream, that was the trouble.
That was why he brought all his work
home. John was moping.
"The clear, starry skies, the wonder
of the dawn, the sound of singing
birds, the music in each rIll of water
these were not for John. Eleanor
would be glad, for Johns sake. when
his holiday came to an end.
Something seemed to be coming be-
tween them that autumn. The old,
sweet confidence seemed gone, Some
times Eleanor would detect her hus-
band sitting in his chair. staring
moodily at her. At such times her
heart would beat faster, and she
would wonder:
Can there be any one plse?"
One night she could bear # no
longer "John. won't Won foil mo
what has come between rs of Iateq"
she beqrad rs THERE'S thera sauna
enc eIse?p
John kissed her sadly "No darling
lust business troubles" he answered
Could she believe him? Eleanor
Looked at him donhtfuIIv Aftar that
fine shadow tbot bod foIIap hatvaan
them grew bIocker and hIacI,ar
Dear. wbat'd Won saw To little
iaunt to town This EVENING"" John
asked "iust TO keen In toucb With
things Wa p,us+n1st bacon,a hocl,