Evening star., 1952-12-16
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half vsxed tone
DO wish We could ever have any goo.
coffee. Annette. Why cannot you make q .
mother doesi'
:. This vdsla drop to much for me, and
boiled over. ~
"You never think anything on our tabl
&c 70 be eaten said !, and almost startet
at the sound Of my own voice, you had bette
live at homo II yon arc mot satisfied, or els
provide me with doaent servAuts. oanno,
DO evsrything-take care ofmy baby sll night
and get the breakfast too
"' did not know before that I Was 80 yer,
unreasonable said be, in = tone Of ipjuret
feeling.
- He sat . few moments, thea rose, left hi,
untasted breakfast, pvt on his hat and wen
on. When heard the door shut behind bim
an my tempse left me. ] went into n,y room
locked myself In, sat down and cried like ,
child. This was tho frat eross word hat
ever spoken To- my hushsnd. II seemed to m,
- il some sudden calamity had beiAilsn us
worked myself up 70 such pitch Of feeling
that walked about the room wringiSg MI
hands. +''
30. it is all over with u.s. thought /; ",
shall never bs happy together again in thii
world This thought made me uuspea kably
miserable. felt as III black pail had fsller
srouud me, and in the future there was oul,
darkness. In my misery sought to comfor
myself by blaming him. lie need not hav.
| spoken % 70 me. at any rate, said |, out loud
he might have seen how felt; it was toe
much for any one to bear. Il really was NO,
Bit kind in him. Il 10 plain enough he doe.
not care for my comfort as he once did. Their
to 0s always telling me what nico things hi,
mother cooks, when he knows AMI trying I,
do my very best to learn to please him. /, i.
really to bad
''' Don't look 50 dreadfully sober, Kate.
My baby cried just here, aud Ihnd To ruu be
fore | WIS through with my catalogue o
grievances; yet l had gone far enough to ce
well On the wrong track again. began tt
calm myself with tbs reflection that, if ther,
had been great wrong done, was not the
only one 10 blame for i. was drea.itully
sorry that ba'i spoken cross to him, but
Thought he ought to be sorry, too. Befor,
my baby had flushed crying, came to III,
conclusion that would exhibit no siens o
penitence until saw some in him.
$50 bathed my face. that no trsces o.
tears might ra'iain, dressed myself with un.
usual care, and went down TO Uli B,ideet IL
give some very particular directions about ths
dinner. did this with . msrtyr-like spiri,
! meant to try lay best 10 make him sorry TO,
his injustice. resolved to reproach hiyn with
q FIRST rate dinner. good as bis mother could
cook. To whes the edge Of my delicate re-
prosch, made, with my own hands, q mos,
excellent cup of coffee.
''one o'clock came at last. though though,
it never would: the door opened, aud hes rd
his quick step in the ball. Of all things in
this world, he was whistling! liz came TO
the table with bright face. from which every
trace Of the mornings . cloud had disappea red.
and as he sat down he looked around with a
pleased expression.
- Why, Annette, said he, what nice
dinner
''i am glad you are pleased said l. in q
subdued tone.
"'Capital, said he. the bes. roast We have
had this season
i" lio WAS 80 much taken up with my deli.
cate reproofs AS not to notice that Was out of
spirits. | was half pleased and half provoked i:
but kept rather still, making little cunversa
tion excepting in reply to him
AFTER dessert handed him his cup Of
coffee. He was astonished. 'Wby, Annette.
said be, i do believe you went to work to.
day to see what you could do
"He had hit the truth, though without the
least suspicion Of the cause. My first impulse
Was to be honest and cut with it by replying,
lis it as good As your mother makes?' This
would have given him the key to the whole
story--be would have ferreted il all out. and
VIC should have settled it there; but fel,
ashamed to. slipped my coffee in silence.
The golden moments passed, and my good
angel took its fight-pride had the day. I
even began to be vsxed at his enjoying good
dinner SO much, and 80 easily forgetting what
had caused me so much suffering. He was very
busy on that day, and did not stay with me as
long as usual to chat. but went of whistlinc
even more chserily than when he came.
"l went up into the aursery and sat down
to think il over. Baby was asleep; the rain
Was pattering against the windows, the wind
was rising, and 70 me tbs world looked dreary
enough. had tired myself all cut getting
up such a dinner, and now the excitement
was over, and felt the reaction, began TO
ask my self what had got for is. jus, no.
thing at alk My husband either did not or
would not see that there was anything to be
reconciled about. blamed him for his in
sensibility. 'Once,' thought l, she would
have noticed any change in my voice, or any
shadow which came over my spirits: now, /
can really be cross to him and he does not
mind il ~ ail."
- had . doleful afternoon Of il. / was
restless enough; trying FIRST ono employment
and then apother, but finding nothing which
would suit. went down to tea, farther. IL
anything, from the right point than I lad
been at noon. sat detected and silent. My
husband tried once or twice to engage mo in
Conversation. without success
Annette said he ct length, in . kind
tone, do you not feel we'll to day ="
"'Not very said I. with sigh"
"What 10 the matter !'s