Concerning Sally

h, one would think, to make any man contented with his lot, especially a man of the ability of Professor Ladue. He had almost att

yellow. If his eyes were weary of resting in the shadow of that great tree, his gaze might go farther and fare no worse: to other trees, not too thickly massed, each in the process of turning its own

fully about the room: at the small bundle of papers on his desk, representing his work; at the skull which adorned the desk top; at the half-mounted skeleton of some small reptile of a prehistoric age lying between the windows; at his bed. It was

ork-temporarily sick of the sight of it; which is not an unusual state of mind, for any of us. It may be deplored or it may be regarded as merely the normal state of rebellion of a healthy mind at too much work. That depends largely upon where we draw the lin

pings and gentle thumpings in the manner of your cigarette-smoker, designed, I suppose, to remove some of the tobacco which the maker had carefully put into it, the

ked at his watch, muttered briefly, an

k in the hall and removed the cig

he call

one word, as he uttered it, would have filled me with resentment. A door almost at his elbow opene

t, but there was no lack of respect in her voice. "Please don't distur

ness and her direct ways and her great eyes that seemed to see right through a man. He gave a little la

d at him steadily, waiting for

t the college. I may be late in getting out. In fact, she mustn't be worried if I don't come to-night. It is possible th

d gravely. "Yes," s

can't and there doesn't appear to be any good purpose served by my giving up my trip to town." In this the profess

ss upon her forehead. Sally received it impas

," she said. "I w

him farther at this time. Sally went soberly back to the library, where she had left Charlie; she went very soberly, indeed. No Charlie was to be

d," he

." The sombre gray eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she hugged the boy

ight for comfort. His whimper was becoming a wail when she succeeded in

oming down. I wish," she began, impatiently; then she checked herself

sudden changes. He was only six. But he tried faithfully, and would h

I thought that I heard the front do

ifferent kind of a wife: none of your soft, gentle women, but a woman who could habitually bully him into subjection and enjoy the process. The only difficulty about that is that he would never have married a woman who habitually bullied. He wanted to do any bullying that there was to be done. Not that he actually did any, as it is usually understood, but there was that in his manner that led one to think that it

ears before, she never acknowledged it to herself when she

ling boy," she

sh, and threw his arms

ly quickly, "remember mo

as he is. It makes my head no worse to have my little b

voice insensibly took on a mocking quality. "And-and there was something about his being called into town by pressing matters and you were not to be worried if he missed the last train and-and-" She burst into a passion of

t." Mrs. Ladue drew her little daug

the muscles were all tense under h

ver do it again." She put one arm about her mother's neck and stroked her forehead gently. "Mother, darling, doesn't it make

only you could be happy! If only you didn't take things so to heart! Mother's own dear little girl

l be happy together. Don't you think, mo

Mrs. Ladue, "I

t is to be noted, did; Charlie, who had said nothing about being happy. It is to be presumed