The Dolores star., 1922-02-03
SISTERS

another phaeton on the long. pleasant
drive and Martin said to the fat man
In 1t:
"Mr. Bates, 1 want to make you ac-
quainted with my wife!'
PLEASED to meet you, Mrs. Lloydi"
said the fat man. pleasantly. Martin
told Cherry. when they passed him.
that that was the superintendent of
the mine, and seemed pleased at the
arm about her and the bay horse daw-
died along at his own sweet will. while
Martins deep voice told his wife over
and over again how adorable and beau
tiful she was and how he loved her.
Cherry listened happily, and for a
little while the old sense OF pride and
achievement came back-she was mar
ried; she was wearing a plain gold
ring! But after a few days that feel
ing vanished forever and instead It
began to seem strange to her that
she had ever been anything else than
Martins wife.
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 and matches
at the store Of the mine, cooking and
cleaning, sweeping. and making beds.
Shn Sffll Mo rft hy
morning and met him with an affec-
tionate 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
dcred 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 year ago.
OF these emotions little was left
She still liked Martin, she told her
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 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
straighten affairs. The cause Of the
quarrel was a trifle: her father had
sent her Christmas check and she
Immediately sent to San Francisco
shop for clock that had taken her
fancy months before.
Martin, who had CHANGED to be
pressed for money. although she did
not know 1t, 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, gllded and quaint,
he broke her heart afresh by pretend
ing not to admire 1t.
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
silk wrapper by the air-tight 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 1t was
inevitable that another quarrel should
come and then another; Cherry was
young and undlsciplined, 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
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 hour, to meet her own secret
conviction. Martin seemed satisfied,
and all their little world accented her