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stions-inindcd. Perhaps she had
drawn the lines too strictly. Perhaps
in her unfailing Iqye for those about
her she had assumed too fully the
dictation, direction, the grasp of
"But Robert seems so happy!" the
words choked out "and the children
are models and contented. Oh, sure
ly, I have never been harsh with
them! Surely I have cherished them
as the idols of my soul!"
Mrs. Tyrrell was deeply distressed.
In her sincere way she had taken the
sentiments of Lind as the judgment
of the world. Her sensitive nature
was stung to the quick.
"They shall condemn me no long
er.'she resolved, and the deep, un
usual sadness in her tones .told how
sorely her heart was stricken. Robert
Tyrrell, coming home at dinner time,
glanced at her curiously and affec
tionately as he discerned a subtle, in
definable something in her manner
that was not usual with her. He
mentally scanned his conduct of the
day, and wondered if he had forgot
ten to lock up the chickens the night
previous, or had failed to mail letters
given him by his wife the day before.
But, no, there were no allusions to
his shortcomings. In fact, while
strangely quiet, there was a positive
tenderness in the actions of Mrs.
Tyrrell that puzzled him.
"Oh, papa, can we, go to. the cir
cus parade after school?" asked lit
tle Paul and Mary, as he was about
to leave the house.
"Why, ask your mother, dears," he
replied, with long-accustomed usage
shifting a responsibility from his own
"We did," piped Paul, "and mother
said ask you!"
Tyrrell regarded his wife with a
marveling eye, but she, sat sphinx
like. "Oh, go, if you want to," he spoke
after a pause, and left the house try
ing to analyze the changed condition
But a greater shock greeted him I
that evening. The children had gone
to the parade and had come back in
tears. A rude boy had pushed Mary
off the curb and into the mud, and
Paul had narrowly escaped a run-j
away horse. Tyrrell rubbed his
cheek dubiously. Obviously he did3
not understand the care of children.3
Then, the children in bed, he sat
astare as his wife said:
VRobert, I have changed my mind
about your taking a two weeks' va-j
cation among your old friends inj
Springfield. A first I fancied wei
couldn't afford it, but, come to calcu-j
f late more closely, I find we can easily
spare $100 and you certainly deserve
a jaunt after the steady work of j
'Why, Edith," replied Tyrrell in
sheer astonishment "I don't care
two pins for the junket, come to
think it over I hardly think I.would
be content any place except home."fH,
"You must go, Robert," she insist-
ed, but there was a slight catch in3
her Yoioe as she realized what &
willing, good-natured being he was.
Tyrrell met John Lind on his way
to the train next morning and tolda
him of his intended vacation. j
"Poor crushed down soul," Lind?
remarked to his wife that noon. "Heg
was rushing for his liberty like a man?
let out of jaiL" ?
But if so, Tyrrell amazed his wifes
by returning at the end of two days.
"Why, Robert!" she exclaimed
"how it this?" 3
"Sick of it all," declared Tyrrell, j
"All of my old friends had about for-a
gotten me. Lots of changes. No,;
sir! I'll stick to home after this
where you people don't change." s
He kissed her exuberantly andr
Edith blushed like a schoolgirl. j
"And the money you told me tad
spend. Well, all but $12 of it I puto
into a new suit for you. Better thantf
wasting it on a two weeks' loaf, is ito
"You dear man," murmured Edithr
suffused in happy tears. tg
She was more indulgentvthan ever
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