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Human Documents of Married Life
By Virginia T. Van dm Water
Intimate and Human, Intensely Alive, Each Story Presenting a Problem
Which Might Occur to Any One of Us at Any Time
THE TIE THAT BINDS
PPOSITES attract each
other," say those who
would explain tho mar
riage of two persons
totally unlike In taste
and temperament. They
may attract, but do they
aJ noia eacn oiner; uncn
thfk ATplrAmont nnd flush
. i
Qj of passion mistaken for
J lovo havo subsided, the
two parties to an uncongenial union
remain distinct entitles, together but
entirely separate.
Of course when people fancy them
selves In love they will not bellevo
these facts. With the fine sophistry
born of that condition, they think they
know their own minds and that they
are right and all tho skeptical world
Is wrong.
So It was with Daniel Drayton and
Daisy, his wife. Their Christian
names wero not more unlike than
their characters. She was fond ot so
ciety, caring nothing for Intellectual
pursuits a butterfly of a girl. The
man she married was deep hearted
and affectionate, but grave and
thoughtful. When released from busi
ness, he desired no other recreation
than that found in his library. Books
were his delight.
His wife was, by nature, a happy
little creature, lovely to look at and
ready to make friends with her hus
band's acquaintances In New York, to
which city she came as a bride. Sho
had a graceful, almost deferential
manner that won for her a ready
liking and admiration from all who
met her. She was delighted to find
herself Invited to many places, and
would bring cards and invitations to
her husband with the Joyous enthusi
asm of a child.
"Dan!" she would exclaim, "you
will go to this dinner-dance, won't
you?
"But I don't dance, Daisy," he de
murred on ono occasion soon after
their marriage.
. "But you can 'sit out' dances, and
you can always talk when you want
to," she added archly.
He smiled affectionately. "I al
ways want to talk to you," he said,
"and I can do that to much better ad
vantage in our own house than in a
great drawing room full of chattering
people for whom I care nothing."
"But you ought to care for them'
she Insisted. "I do. And I love that
kind of thing society, I mean and I
wish you did. You see, I never havo
had much of it, for I was at school un
til last year. And I am Interested In
knowing all about real life."
Her husband shook his head. "That
Is not real life, child. Don't fancy
that. Society Is the thing that people
go into to try to make them forget
that they have not made the most of
the real things, or that they do not
appreciate them."
"Antj what aro tho real things?"
queried the woman.
"True human beings with souls
above dress and dances and silly
gossip; books that take ono out of
one's own narrow sphere and fill the
brain with big thought," he declared
Bravely.
"It's queer," commented the wife,
"that you care for dull, sober things
when I want you to like what I am
fond of pretty clothes and Jolly
times. As for books, really, Dan, I
could live happily all my days without
them. I like a novel once in a while,
rbut those dull books you have' on
.your shelves aro the limit!"
Sho raised her eyes to his as sho
:spoke, and he noted with a thrill of
iadmlration how pretty she was.
f "it is time we were dressing to go
to Mrs. Burton's reception, Dan."
He looked at her, appalled. "Mrs.
Burton's receptlonl Is it tonight?"
His wife moved impatiently. "My
dear Dan, I reminded you of It this
morning and told you not to forget
it!"
"Well, I did forget It," was the ruo
tul reply. "Don't let's go. Send some
one around with our cards."
The pretty face beforo him flushed
with' vexation. "But I want to go,"
Daisy explained.
In spite ot his distaste for the kind
of life that his wife loved, Daniel
Drayton appreciated that she was too
attractive a woman to be allowed to
attend evening functions unattended
hy her husband, and, for tho sako of
the conventionalities, ho formed tho
habit of acting as her escort to
theaters and dinner, to receptions and
soirees.
The secondV winter after tneir mar
riage Daisy was pale and languid,
and Dan suggested that she consult
a physician. This she refused to do,
declaring that she waB "Just tired."
The Christmas holidays, with their
attendant festivities, had wearied her,
mused her husband. Sho needed rest
and change of air and scene, Such
being- the rase, be acquiesced readily
to her proposal that she make a visit
to her mother, living In Chicago. TLe
husband urged her to refrain from too
much gaiety while absent.
"You know that your social life Is
waiting hero for you when you re
, turn," he reminded her, "bo do take
care- of yourself and get rested while
way."
WOULD GO INTO THE WORLD
Leader Believes Women Should Cease
to Bs "Houtoho'ld Drudges" and
Gives Her Reasons.
Mrs: . Charlotte Perkins Oilman,
peaking in New York to an audience
earn posed chiefly of women, compared
tSw lives ot some American mothers
to the harem lives of the East
"Women," Mrs. Oilman declared,
"Murald go into the world and do lu
Daisy's letters showed him that sho
had forgotten or disregarded his ad
vice, for they wero full of accounts
of tho various functions sho was at
tending and the good times she was
having. Feeling powerless to inter
fere any further, tho husband shrugged
his shoulders and accepted philosophic
ally his present life. But when she
had been away for a fortnight he
was aroused from his placidity ot
mind by a Bpeclal-delivery letter
from bis mother-in-law. It informed
him that Daisy had been taken sud
denly 111, that the worst was now over,
but that she had asked that ho come
and take her homo as soon as she
was well enough to travel. Tho next
paragraph In the letter stunned tho
reader:
"I am sowy," it ran, "that neither
you nor Daisy thought It worth whllo
to Inform me of tho true condition
ot affairs. Had you done bo I would
have guarded the dear girl against
such over-exertion as has culminated
In her present Illness. It followed
upon a long evening of dancing. I
find It hard to excuse your reticence
and hers when I consider that, had we
been more careful, I should by next
summer have held my first grandbaby
In my arms."
The husband gasped and dropped
the letter. How could ho tell his
mother-in-law that he, himself, had not
known the truth? Yet, when ho knelt
oesiae Daisy s oea ana leit ner arms
about his neck, all resentment died
within him.
"Don't be angry, Dan." she sobbed.
Of course he kissed her and told her
not to cry, "But," he queried, "didn't
you know you Bhould .be taking care
of yourself? Why didn't you tell mo
everything, darling?"
"Because," she murmured, "I knew
you would stop my going out, and
make me stay stupidly at home for
months. And I didn't want to do that
yet."
"Didn't you think of the baby that
was coming to make us happy, dear?1
suggested the husband.
"Yes," she declared, "of course I
did! And," her eyes t overflowing
again with tears, "I planned all about
the pretty things I would buy for it
and now that's all over!"
Pity for her evident distress kept
the man silent on the subject during
me weeKs and months that followed.
It was this same motive that pre
vented his uttering any objection
when, as soon as she was well again,
Daisy returned to the social world
of which sho liked to feel herself a
part. It helped her forget her disap
pointment, Dan reminded himself.
Yet, in her heart, the wife longed
for greater liberty than she possessed.
Onco she tried to break away from
what she felt to be her husband's
restraining Influence and accepted an
Invitation without waiting for his final
decision upon it It was on a beauti
ful spring morning more than two
years after her illness that she re
ceived an invitation for herself and
Dan to spend the week-end at a coun
try place on Long Island.
Daisy.'s heart beat high with antici
pation. Dan had already gone to his
office for tho day what about him?
He had said last fall that he hated
week-end parties, and that the last
ono of which ho was a self-sacrificing
part, and at which Daisy had had "a
perfect time," was "a miracle of stupid
ity." He did not play bridge, and
would not learn when asked to; he
did not dance, he had no small talk,
and in tho huge house in which they
were guests there was, he complained,
"nothing worth reading, even If tho
people had been quiet long enough to
allow one to read." No more of that
kind of thing for him! Daisy had
bitten her Hp and said nothing. But
today she hoped he had forgotten his
decision. To make suro of It Bho
would call him up at once. His volco
at the other end of tho wire was so
perfunctory and dry that his wife felt
little shivers run along her spine.
But, summoning her courage, she ex
plained the situation. There was a
moment's silence, then her husband's
only reply was in the form of a ques
tion: "Well?"
"Oh, Dan, didn't you hear what I
tojd you?" exclaimed the nervous wo
man. I said that this morning I cot
a letter "
"I heard all that!" interrupted Dan.
'But what do you want to know?"
"Why, if you will go. of course!"
camo tho tremulous answer.
The wlfo knew by her husband's
tone that he was exercising all his
Belt-control to speak patiently. "My
aear, i really have no time to consider
any trifling matter ot that kind this
morning. I am up to my .ears In work
at present Wo will talk the matter
over when I como home tonight Is
there anything of any Importance that
you wish to speak about Just now?"
Nothing else of any Importance!"
snapped the wife.
"All right! Good-by!" and ho was
gone.
For a moment the angry woman
held the receiver in her hand, her face
flushed, her eyes full of tears. Then
sho made a sudden resolution and,
with a voice that still trembled, called
up the number of the friend from
whom she had received the alluring
Invitation. Sho explained -that per-
crative and interesting work instead
of being household drudges.
"One reason for this .is that the
middle-aged woman, like the middle
aged man, when occupied In business
or Intellectual work, has little tlmo
to brood over departing youth.
"You know we women become very
sour as wo grow old. But, when we
all work, perhaps the ungallant com
parison that a. cynical bachelor once
made to mo will lose some ot Its truth
fulness. Here Is tho comparison:
" 'Ladles,' in their childhood, resem
hapa-Dan would be detained In town
on business, but that sho, herself,
woujd surely como If hor hostess
would tako her alone. Would It bo
time enough it sho let her know Dan'a
plans tomorrow?
When Dan heard tho condition of af
fairs that night ho looked his aston
ishment. "You accepted an invitation
without knowing whether I would go
or not!" ho exclaimed.
There was a new note of defiance In
tho wife's tone. "I certainly did," sho
retorted. "I do not mean to miss tho
things I enjoy Just because ot a whim
of yours."
"But suppose I do not want to go?"
"Then I shall go without you," do
clarcd the woman firmly.
There was a dead Bllence for a
minute. Then Daisy went on with:
"I would, however, like to know, for
tho sako of courtesy, what I am to
tell Mrs. Jackson. Common polite
ness demands that you accept or de
cline." "And uncommon politeness has
moved you to leavo me out of your
arrangements," afflrmed her husband.
The wife laughed with forced mirth,
then grew grave. "See here, Dan,"
she urged, "do, for once, look nt the
matter sanely and, If possible, unsel
fishly. You llko one kind ot thing, I
like another kind. Why may not each
of us enjoy life in our own way? You
like to stay nt home and read, and
I prefer to go out and have a good
time. Is not my right to live my
life as good as your right to llvo
yours?"
"You mean," asked her husband.
"that you want mo to say you may ac
cept any invitations without consult
ing me, and I am at liberty to decline
or accept them as I please?"
"Just that"
For a moment the man knew that ho
felt in his innermost soul a throb
of relief at the possibility that here
after he need not go about to all kinds
of society affairs with his wife.
His wife's voice checked his mus
ings. "Iteally, Dan," Bho was saying
tremulously, "when you remember
that In a few months I won't be ablo
to go out and have fun, I do not think
that you need grudge mo the enjoy
ment of this little outing now."
With a pang of remorse tho husband
drew her to him. "Forglvo mo,
dear!" he pleaded. "I was a brute to
forget. Of course we'll go to the
Jackson's week-end party, and any
where elso you want to go, and you
shall have all the gpod times you
want now, for" his voice softening
"when-you havo a dear little child who
needs you, you will not want to go
away from homo any more."
His wife looked at him gravely. "I
am not so sure of that," sho said
calmly.
And her husband had tho wisdom
to mako no reply.
During the weeks of the following
summer when Daisy's physical condi
tion prevented her going into society,
Dan set aside, as often as was prac
ticable, his work, his books, and all
his personal Inclinations In order to
minister to her whims and fancies.
Ho walked with her and drove with
her, for they had taken a furnished
cottage in a quiet country place for
tho heated term. Ho knew that pho
was wearied by the monotony of their
daily life, for. as she cared little for
'books, and was not well enough to
meet tne few city people who wero
summering in tho nearby village, ono
day was much like another. He won
dered Eometimes whose fault it all
was. One day a man met on the train
was talking of marriage, and dropped
a sentence that lingered In. Daniel
Drayton's memory for months after
ward. "Married life," afflrmed his new ac
quaintance, "must havo something
more than love to hold two people to
gether. A couplo who are congenial
may be comparatively happy, even If
they do not feel a passionate love for
each other; but the most ardent lovo
will faint and die If it Is not backed
by congeniality of tasto and interests.
Were I a woman I would rather that
my husband were my friend than mv
lover. A real man does not go back
on a friend, but husband and wife
who aro not comrades and chumB tiro
of each other, and" with an expres
sive gesture "smash something the
marriage vows, or their own lives, un
less, of course, there is the ono great
tie which makes their smashing things
a crime."
"And that tie," queried Dan, "is?"
"A child or children, sir!"
"They do not always hold their Dar-
ents together," Drayton reminded
him.
"No," said the other bitterly, "they
don't, except when the parents aro too
decent to let tho children pay for
their mistakes."
In his own room that night, after
a dull evening with Daisy, Dan Bat
Dy tne open window, smoking and pon
dering. Ho dwelt on the evening Just
past, and recalled how Daisy had
talked a little of what somo of her
friends were doing in the mountains
or at the seashore, of what tho maga
zines saw of tho fashions for the
coming autumn, of how she would like
to havo her furs remodeled for next
winter. Dan had yawned, but not
openly, as Daisy did, for he did not
want to hurt her fcellnes. nht hn
s
ble water. As girls of twelve to fif
teen, they're' like lemonade; as young
persons from eighteen to twenty-five,
champagne; as women ot twenty-five
to forty, liqueur. A woman from for
ty to fifty years ot age Is equal to
home-made port wlno. After" fifty,
most ladles turn to vinegar.' "
No Use. 1
"I'm going to engage in a battle of
wits," he announced. "Vhat's the use
of going into battle without any am
munition T ' she asked.
Bighed with relief when tho clock
struck ten, and sho said that sho was
weary and wanted to go lo bed. Sho
heard tho sigh and turned on him
suspiciously,
"What's tho matter? Aro you ifrcd
of hearing "mo talk?" she demanded.
"Why, no," ho answered mendaci
ously, "but tho heat In town today waa
very enervating."
Now, nlone, he whispered the truth,
"Heaven forglvo mo! I was bored to
death!"
Ho sat for somo lime trying to ap
preciate what tho condition of affairs
meant, how ho and his wife would live
together through all tho coming years,
each preying on tho other. Ufa soul
sickened at tho thought Did Daisy
appreciate it as ho did?
Her voice calling him from tho next
room camo as an answer to his ques
tion. Ho obeyed her summons prompt
ly, carrying his cigar with him.
"Dan," camo tho sweet but fret
ful voice, "won't tomorrow bo tho first
of September?"
"Yes, dear." (That perfunctory
"dear"! How hard married counles
"work" it!)
.And wo will surely go homo tho
fifteenth, won't we?"
"Certainly,"
"Thank tho Lord!" sho murmured.
Daniel and Daisy Drayton had been
married five years when their son was
born. Daisy took the responsibilities
of motherhood as she took everything,
lightly. She was not to blame, for it
waa her nature. A full pint-measure
is really Just as full as Is a gallon
measure. The husband used to re
mind himself of this fact when ho
was tempted to be Impatient with
what ho called, when angry, her "shal
low nature." "Perhaps, after all," he
would muse, "she is wiser than I.
Things don't hurt her long. As for
mo well, I won't let them hurt mo.
Sho and I will Just havo to rub along
as other people do. And, thank God,
there's tho baby to keep Hfo endur
able!" For the dissatisfied man Boon found
that the knowledge that he had a son
to love and llvo for did much toward
making tho future bright
Ao long as Daisy had her baby and
her social pleasures she looked no
deeper into conditions. Sho did not
neglect her child as the woman of to
day terms neglect Sho made tlmo
each day to play with him, to rock him
In her arms and to listen to sugges
tions from his nurse a3 to what waa
needed to make his tasteful wardrobe
even moro elaborato.
Familiarity with society and obedi
ence to its many claims did not breed
contempt ot it in Daisy. As sho and
her husband grew farther apart, sho
threw herself into the gay life moro
enthusiastically than ever. As Dan
must be at his office all day he need
never be pressed into service for after
noon engagements. But he still, with
such patience as ho could muster, did
escort duty to evening affairs, except
on the one night of tho week on which
Daisy attended the meeting of the
musical club to which she belonged.
To this club sho went In a cab, re
turning in one. She did not mention
to her husband that ono of tho men
members often accompanied her to her
front door. But one evening, return
ing home earlier than usual, sho sug
gested that Tom Nash, her escort,
come In for a few minutes. Dan,
hearing a man's voice in the drawing,
room, left his book and camo in, as
In duty bound, making an ennuyo
third in the brief chat that ensued
before tho guest took his departure.
Tho next morning at breakfast the
husband remarked, apropos of the con
versation of the previous evening, that
"Tom Nash carried light guns."
Tho wife flushed uncomfortably. "I
wish you would not criticize my
friendB," she demurred.
Dan raised his brows In suprise.
"Is ho a friend of yours?" ho queried.
"I thought of him simply as a chance
acquaintance."
"Ho has been of service to me sev
eral times," insisted Daisy, too much
vexed to consider the admission sho
was making, "in bringing ,me home
from the club."
Her husband frowned. "I wUh," ho
protested, "that you would not havo
men bring you homo at night."
"Why, not?" queried tho woman
petulantly. "I Bee no reason why I
should tako that drive alone."
"And It I am willing to leavo at a
garage a standing order for a taxi for
you whenever you want one, I seo no
reason why any man need ait a3 es
cort to you."
"Fortunately," retorted tho wife,
"other men havo more regard for my
comfort and safety than you have."
A hard look camo into tho man's
oyes. Only last week he had received
a letter from his sister, who had been
paying a visit In Daisy's former home
town, and it had contained a sentenco
that had rankied, "I wonder," it ran,
"tf you ever know that Daisy was en
gaged to another man when she met
you, and that rumor declares that she
did not break off her affair with him
until after sho had accepted you."
Dan had grown hot with Indignation
when he read the sentence, but the
resentment was against hla sister, not
Daisy. Ho did not believe the rumor.
Women were Jealous; hjs wlfo was a
popular beauty, his sister an unattrac
tive spinster. But,- underneath, tho
suspicion remained, not dead, but
smoldering. At his wife's taunt it
flashed into a blaze.
"You eeem to know a great deal
of other men's regard for you," he Bald
significantly. "Apparently you know '
how to handle several of them at a
time, as you did at the time that wo
became engaged.".
To tho husbands painful surprise
the shaft went "straight homo. The
woman paled slightly, and her eyes
widened in startled amazement
"What do you mean?" sho asked
quickly.
PEST OF THE
WEST
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INDIES
Planters Wage War Against Species
of Crabs That Are Destructive
to the Vegetation.
A curiously .destructive peat ot
Grand Cayman island, ot the British
West Indies Is found-In certain species
of crabs. They not only partake raven
ously of everything edible, but their
burrows do , grfeat (.damage, and- they
fill these burrows,, with every kind J of,
stolen imall articles. A bulletin ot
"Only that it is well to be off with
tho old lovo beforo ono Is on with
tho nowl" scoffed tho man. "I happen
io Know mat you kept ono man dan
gling on your string until you had
landed another, then dropped numbor
ono."
Daisy's eyes flashed. "So you'vo
been listening to gossip about your
wuo, havo you!" sho burst forth,
"And may I nsk what business it is
of yours or of anybody's what I did
before I was married?"
"It's a good deal of my business
what you did after you wero engaged
to me," replied her husband, but tho
woman rushed on, heedless of his re
mark. "You taunt mo with what you con-
Bldor tho facts, and I'll givo you truth
aB It was!" sho declared hotly. "I
was at school. Then I mot you, and
i accepted you, for I know or
thought" with cutting emphasis
"that I lovod you. And I wrote at
onco 10 mo omer icuow no was nard
ly moro than a boy and discarded
him. There, that Is the truth, and
moro of it is that I was a fool to do
It He at least was a gentleman!'
With a Bob of rago she fled from
the room. Her husband stood looking
at the door sho had slammed behind
her. "It's hell!" ho muttered between
set teeth. "That's what It is, hell!"
Then, with a sudden chill, hy ap-
iireciuieu mai, mougn angry, ne waB
not wounded. Once such a scene with
Daisy would havo wrung his heart,
Now he felt no tenderness of pity for
her. Was his lovo dead? he asked
himself. And was hers, too?
After that episode tho shams of mu
tual consideration which each had
reared during tho oast vcars were of
ten down. Daisy liked her ease too
much to quarrel unnecessarily, and, as
It was moro comfortable to be pleas
ant than unpleasant, sho did not, un
less already angered, seek cause for
quarrel, and her husband followed her
lead. But only those who aro bound
to each other by law and the church
know how many Inescapable causos
ot friction occur in tho family life,
It is strange how certain traditions
hold when that for which they first
stood 1b gone, how those who deny
the spirit still cling to tho form. This
is shown In nothing more strongly
than in tho meaningless nightly kiss
exchanged in some households be
tween the uncongenial heads. It
amused Dan that-Daisy kept up this
custom. She, not being of an analytic
or introspectivo nature, retained the
habit of pausing each night long
enough to drop upon his unrespon
sive Hps the perfunctory percussion
that had replaced the wifely klBs.
Tho Irony of the situation caused his
naturo to revolt on a certain night on
which, as he had a cold, he had gone
to his room early. It was-on the eve
ning of tho annual dinner of tho
musical club, to which each mem
ber was allowed to bring a guest As
Dan had been tho unwilling victim
upon several ot these occasions, he
found himself reconciled to the slight
attack of bronchitis which made his
remaining at home on this particular
night advisable. Daisy declared that
she must go If he was well enough
to be left, and, she added as an
afterthought, If Dan did not mind.
Dan did not mind, he assured her, see
ing In her unusual deference to his
wishes a happy mood produced by
pleasurablo anticipation of an eve
ning of gaiety undarkened by the
shadow of his compulsory presence.
At heart ho knew that Daisy would
not let a little thing like his wishes
stand in tho way of the Jolly dinner
at Delmonlco's with the set which she
enjoyed, and of which he inwardly dis
approved. He had voiced this disap
proval long ago, but his remarks
wero met wlth such outbursts ot ve
hement protest from his wife that
he had not, slnco then, ventured to
utter any further criticism on this
subject He did not care enough to
court a scene by interfering.
So this evening, after he and his
boy, who was now over two years old,
had had their accustomed romp, Dan
took his solitary dinner, and went to
his room. He lay in bed reading
when his wife returned from tho Del
monlco dinner at eleven o'clock and
stopped to toll him good night- As
Bho approached him tho acrid odor of
cigarette smoke reached his nostrils.
"Whew!" he ejaculated, "what a
smell of tobacco! Have you had a
cigarette?" he demanded suspiciously,
for he was bo old fashioned that he
disapproved of women's smoking and
drinking in public places.
"No," was the soft reply, "but all
the men were smoking, and I sat near.
Tom Nash, who had an awfully strong
cigar. That's why my hair and dress
smell of it"
Her eyes did not meet her hus
band's, and ho 'knew she waa evading
tho truth. To prevent further ques
tioning she bent hurriedly and gave
him tho usual good night kiss. He
laughed roughly.
And I suppose Tom Nash had been
drinking, and tho reason your breath
smells of liquor Is because your Hps
were so near his)" he mocked.
For a moment the wife was stag
gered by the cool brutality of tho
speech, then a wave of anger, ifiado
more Intense by the champagne sho
had been drinking, Bwept away her
self-control.
"You brute!" she exclaimed.
"Only your husband, remember."
suggested the man coldly.
"That'B as hard on mo as it la on
you I" Bho retorted.
"You are overexcited, my dear." re
marked Drayton, still calmly. "The
wlno you took at dinner has affected
you somewhat By morning you will
bo more Bane."
"Oh!" Bhe gasped, striking her
palms together, "when you talk like
that I almost feel as If I could kill
you!"
With a yawn the man turned over
on his aide, with his face from her,
Kow Gardens notes that such utterly
useless objects as knives and pocket
.compasses are hidden away.
Eggs from under a sotting hen are
devoured, if not the hen herself, and
so many leaves of seedling cocoanut
troes are eaten that 6 to 10 per. cent
ot the plants may require replacrog In
newly cleared ground from which the
crabs have -been .thoroughly thinned
out Patches of. thin soil in the bush
become covered with vegetation after
the- complete driving away of tho
crabs. Tbey shut themselves un
closed his eyes, and settled himself
as though to go to sleep.
"Perhaps," he said colorlessly, "that
would be about the kindest thing you
could do and tho simplest solution to
this wholo damnable buslnessr'
Then he switched ort the light at
1 tho head of his bed, leaving tho wom
an -to find her way across tho room
and Into hor own chamber by tho
gleam of tho hall chandelier.
It was a week later that Daniel
Drayton, 'opening his front door with
his latch-key on hla return from
business ono night, was arrested by
the sound of his wife's volco speak
ing at tho telephone. The instru
ment was in tho rear of tho hall and
not in sfght from tho front dor, but
tho words reached tho master of tho
houso In that moment In which ho In
stinctively paused:
"Yes, Tom, he's going out at
eight-thirty. Como any time aftor
that"
Tho husband slammed the front
door, and his wife, startled, hurried
toward him, where he stood under
tho glaring celling light. A glance nt
his grimly determined countenance
told her that her speech had been
overheard.
"Dan," she tried to explain, "I waa
only telling" but her voice failed
her, trailing off feebly into silence,
and she sank down, trembling, on tho
hall chair near her. "Well?" sho
whispered, looking up at her hus
band. ,
His voce was so unnatural that sho
started Violently when ho spoke, but
her eyes did not leave his.
"Daisy," he said, "this is tho end!
I won't stand this life any longer! I
said long ago in anger that It was
hell; now I say it in sober truth. It's
hell for you as well as for me. You
do not love me; I sometimes think
that you hate me. We aro tired of
each other. It's got to stop! You
may go your way, and I'll go mine."
As he spoke he saw a gleam of
hope dawn in the frightened eyes into
which he looked. The pale Hps trem
bled a moment as If their owner were
about to cry, but she steadied them
and spoke quickly, almost eagerly.
"Dan, listen to me. 4've been faith
ful toou."-
He smiled drearily. "As if that
counted," he said, "in a case like ours!
So far you've been what the world
calls faithful I don't say you haven't
But you'd always rather be with oth
er men than with me; you mako an ap
pointment with a man on the only eve
ning in weeks on which I happen to
have a business engagement, and you
telephone him that I'm to bo away!
How long do you think that kind of
thing could go on and either ofua
keep a spark of respect?"
Still tho look of hope in tho wom
an's eyes. The husband saw it with
a peculiar thrill and rushed on, hla
voice rising as his excitement In
creased.
"We mado a mistake in marrying!
I'm tired of it, so aro you! I Bay I
won t stand for it any longer1. Yes,
this is tho end!"
His wife shrank from him, her eyes
Btlll on his face. "When?" Bhe whis
pered, "Now!" he exclaimed. "I swear
I won't "
He caught his breath sharply. A
childish voice sounded from tho land
ing on the stairs above him.
"Daddy! Daddy!" camo the high
treble. "Aren't you comln' up?"
The man steadied his volco to an
swer, though bis face was contorted
with a spasm as of physical pain. "Yes,
son," he called hoarsely. "In a min
ute!"
But the baby voice came again,
"Daddy!"
There was a hurrying of feet in tho
upper- hall as the nurse hastened to
capture her small charge, who had
for tho moment escaped her vigilance.
The nursery door closed behind tho
pair. The man dropped upon the low
er Btalr, his face buried in his hands.
"Tho boy!" he groaned.
His wife sprang up and caught him
by tho arm excitedly. "You won't
let him make any difference!" she
exclaimed imploringly. "His life is all
before him! Surely we have a right
to ours!"
Her husband lifted his head and
looked at her, and again she shrank
from him, although her ,hand still
clutched his arm. He rose and faced
her.
"Listen 1" he said sternly. "For
tho moment I forgot him God forglvo
me! I forgot tho child! Yours and
mine, remember tho child that for
our own pleasure we called from no?
whoro to suffer in this devilish world;
mo cmid lor whom wo are responsible
to man and to God Almighty: Can't
you see," he exclaimed fiercely, "that
wo have no right to punish him for
our mistakes?'
But his wife shook her head as if
dazed. Tho man made a hopeless ges
ture. "We'vo got to stand it!" he declared
savagely. rif there were only you
and I we could do as we pleased. But
wo'rp tied, tied, do you hear? and
with a tie made of flesh and blood?
Ho didn't ask to be born, did hot
We'vo got to .pretend to live decent
lives until he needs ua no longer. We
can't get away! We can't!"
Tho woman uttered a weuli walL
"And what about me? What about
me?"
The man pulled himself roughly
from her grasp on his arm, and she
sank down again, trembling, upon tho
chair, still looking up at him.
'You're his mother, that's all I
care!" ho exclaimed. "And that's why
we'vo got to play the game out till
death delivers us!" -
Ho turned and, without another
glance at the crouching woman, went
heavily up the Btalrs toward the room
In which the child was waiting for
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derground In tho early part of the
year to change thejr shells, and for
their barricades of ticks and rubbish
they nip off or root up saplings three
quarters of an Inch in diameter. An
other reprehensible characteristic,
leas harmful to tho planter, is can
nibalism. Study Great Men.
To be Ignorant ot the lives ot tho
most celebrated men of antiquity' Is to
continue in a state of childhood all
our dayB. Flutarc. -t
UkjQDKK
mm HOWLAND
In autumn-time the good world seems
To leave all hate and strife behind;
It Is a time for pleasant dreams.
For claiming peace and being kind;
In softest gold and crimson dressed.
Calm Nature seems to pause awhile.
To lure her children to her breast
And show a reminiscent smile.
In autumn-time the orchards yield
TRe riches they have treasured longl
The rounded stacks that grace the field
Proclaim a faith still sure and strongl
A haxe that softens and subdues
Lends grace to distant, rugged slopes;
The lambs that play beside the ewes
Are eloquent of well-won hopes.
In autumn-time the world appears
To turn awhile from rretfulness;
Contentment cornea to banish fears,
And love reclaims the pitiless;
Scenes that .were drear In former days
Become enchanted and sublime,
And all the peaceful, winding ways
Lead heavenward. In autumn-time.
CANDID OPINION.
One good thing about a church Is
that ono needn't feel ashamed If ono
Is seen going in even at a side door.
Most of the explaining Is done by
men who act upon their first im
pulses. Conscience, like the housebreaker,
does most of Its work after dark.
If only one fool Is born every min
ute It Is evident that fools never die
In their infancy.
Optimism is a good thing, it one
doesn't try to use It as a substitute
for hard work.
The man wbo is always going to do
something Important tomorrow may
never do it but even bo, he has an im
portant advantage over the man who
thinks there is no chance left for
him.
A Liberal Soul.
"I tell you, it's unreasonable for a
man to expect his wife to get along
on nothing while he is spending money
having a good time.''
"I agree with you. Most of the do
mestic unhapplness is caused by men
who expect their wives to take care of
their homes and get nothing for it but
what they have to eat and wear."
"You've got the right idea. I givo
my wife a dollar a week for pin
money, whether she needs It or not"
Lucky.
"I consider my wife the loveliest
woman In the world."
'1 congratulate you. A man who
considers, his wife the loveliest woman
in the world has a blessing that is
greater than riches. Ho Is luckier
than the man who has millions and is
bored when he has to be alone with
his wifo. How long have you been
married?"
"It will be six weeks next Thurs
day." Sensible.
"Your son's wife seems to be such
a sensible girl."
"She is sensible. When his salary
was raised $6 a week recently she
stubbornly declined to have their mode
of living changed so that it would cost
them $10 a week more."
A CRUEL MAN.
"My dear," he
said, "we'vo got to
call a halt. We
can't, go on for- '
ever Jiving be
yond our In-,
come!"
"There," she re
plied. "I know
you'd go and bring up some disagree
able subject to spoil the day. This
U the first morning for a week that
I- haven't had a headache." '
He Couldn't Help It
"I have to laugh evory time I see
that man."
"Ho 6an't help his looks."
"I know; but his wlfo thinks every
other woman la trying to' lure him
away from her."
Easy,
"Oh, t Just love children."
"It Is too bad you havo nono of your
own."
"Why, how did you find out that T,
had nono of my own?"
"You paid you loved them."
Not What Ho Had Hoped For,
"What's-thd matter, old imn) v
seem downhearted,"
"I havo reason to bo, The court has
Just decided, that the lady I've ar
ranged to marry may retain posses
sion ot her children."
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