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THE SHOCK OF PEACE
By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman)
"Sort of peppery, eh, this "neighbor
of yours?" spoke Abner Lind, ad
dressing his brother John, whom he
"Worse than that, a shrew. I feel
sorry for Robert Tyrrell. Never gets
out with the crowd, slaves for his
family days and has to toe the mark
keeping things up about the place
evenings and holidays."
"It shows for it, though,-John, you
must admit that," suggested his
brother, glancing past a heflgeat the
neat garden of the Tyrrell home.
"Oh, yes; so would any place with
a slave driver in command. That
woman's a tartar. She rules the chil
dren with a rod of iron. She's giving
Tyrrell advice from morning until
night She can't keep still herself
nor let anyone else do it I rule my
roost on a different system, I do."
"H'm!" simply commented Brother
Abner. He thought of the meek,
downtrodden Mrs. Lind, the slattern
ly children, the ill-kept garden, aid
recalled Mrs., Tyrrell, brisk, "full of
- ginger," sharp but definite of speech,
restless when out of action, and ac
cepted his brother's sentiments with
That would have been the end of
it, but the brief conversation de
scribed had been overheard, and, for
tunately or unfortunately, by the
subject of the discussion herself.
Mrs. Tyrrell was no '.avesdropper.
. About all her time v. as taken up
with manifold household duties. She
was neither a gadder nor a gossiper. J
While the talk between the two
brothers was going on, however, on
one side of the hedge, she had been
hooping a row of tomatoes on the
She had not dallied to listen. She
was so amazed and hurt that she
stood fairly rooted to the spot She
was a wondrously pretty woman, but
f with the traces of a strong character
in her face. Duty, work, were the
watchwords of her life. Industry and
discipline had accompanied as basic
principles and she had brought up
the tamilv well the docile, heedless
husband included. .
And now skrew! termagant! ty
rant! that was what it amounted
to, and the thought lashed her and
made her quiver.
"They'll call Robert henpecked
Stood Fairly Rooted to the Spot.
next, and refer the children to the
humane society, I suppose!" she ut
tered. Then her proud spirit broke.
She drew back into a natural shelter
formed by interlacing bushes, threw
herself upon the ground and cried as
if her heart would break.
That solitary hour aroused in her
a great resolution. She was any
thing but unreasonable thoueb.