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Yes, Henry had it right His moth
er's habitual prejudices and whims
were well worth considering at the
outset of a wedded career. All Rose
had to think about to substantiate
this fact was the marriage of their
daughter, Nell, five years before. She
and her husband had remained at the
old homestead for a month. It was a
bitter period for Nell's husband. Mrs.
Rose made it a point to instruct the
new husband "in the way he should
go." When he took her injunctions
pleasantly, she fancied he was derid
ing her. When he got serious she
imagined he was pugnacious and
tried to egg him on to open suarrel.
The result was that after Nell and
he had gotten settled in their own
home he rarely went to visit the old
folks, and the relations of the two
families had been quite strained ever
Mrs. Rose had made "this outland
ish treatment" a bone of contention.
She had caught her husband sneak
ing some bouquets to Nell and her
husband. In her autocratic way she
had taken the flowers away from him.
"No overtures, James," she had de
cided, "until that rebellious husband
of Nell's shows the right respect for
us old folks," and Rose was mum and
docile, knowing that he dared not re
sent the strong will of his resolute
"By heck, 111 do it!"
Up from the tree stump with re
markable activity Rose leaped. His
eyes danced, his face flushed, he
pounded the air with both fists. He
danced about in a state of tremen
Then he laughed. Then his face
grew serious as he grappled with a
mighty problem. He straightened up,
practicing dignity, sternness, indiffer
ence, silent rage. He stalked home
with a new bearing. He burst in upon
his wife with a chilling, austere bear
ing that made even her marvel.
"Mahala," he observed, "read that
She did so. Her lips set Here was.;
T a family marriage, and she excluded
from the knowledge until it was ef- t
fected! She was about to break out i
in her usual tirade, when Rose art
fully anticipated her.
"I've something to say," he began
grimly. "I don't propose to be sat on,
and I won't! I shall telegraph Henry -
that you've-got about enough to do,
slaving yourself to death, without,
any added burdens. The cheek of. ,(
that Henry! foisting himself and .
some silly noodle of a wife on us. It
can't be done no, sir-ree!"
Mrs. Rose listened in astonishment ,
Never before had he ventured to ex
press an independent opinion until,.
she had her say.
"Oh, that's your decision, is it?"
she exploded. "Well, James Wash.- ,
ington Rose, as the mistress of this
house I fancy things shall go as" I
say. You stop Henry from coming,
here and I'll go after him and his?,
dear little wife, and fetch them!"
"Dear little fiddlesticks,'" growled .
Rose. "Oh, go ahead. Be imposed' ,
on but scant treatment they'll get
from me, I tell you!" and he. strode
away, an apparent volcano of wrath.
"She's got to go by contraries, sure
as I live!" he chuckled gleesomely,
once outside of the house, and alone.
"Now to keep it up!"
Rose did keep it up. He was glum
and disagreeable all that week. When
Henry and his wife arrived he was
positively savage- He barely spoke
to the pretty little creature he would
like to have taken into his arms in a
warm fatherly hug. When she got
him alone, his wife berated him to no
avail. He refused to talk, while she
emphasized her opinion of "the soul
less old villain" who "was driving his
kin from heart and home!"
Rose maintained his role nobly.
One day he nearly chuckled outright,
when he entered the sitting roonvta
find his- wife holding his son's weep
ing wife to her bosom, consoling her
"poor dear lamb, who was heart
broken al "the cruel treatment of.
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