soap, but an old apple core reposed in the dirty soap dish.
Well, I fixed things as well as I could, and we pulled the soiled, torn lace coverlet over us and sought the repose of sleep, but in vain, awful pains in my stomach attested to the voyalation of nater's laws. Josiah wore out, and, groanin' to the last, fell asleep, for which I wuz thankful, the oil burnt out to once, leavin' a souvenir of smoke to add to the vile collection of smells, so I lay there in the dark amidst the musty odors and suffered, suffered dretful in body and sperit.
Amidst the gripin' of colic I compared this home to the home Marion had composed like a rare poem of beauty, and I bethought how much more desirable is real practical duty and beauty than the gauzy fabric wrought of imagination, or 'tennyrate how necessary it wuz not to choose two masters. If one loved Art well enough to wed it and leave father and mother for its sake, well and good, but after chosin' love and home and children, how necessary and beautiful it wuz to tend to them first of all, and then pay devotion to Art afterwards.
Well, I couldn't allegore much, I wuz in too much pain, dyspepsia lay holt of me turribly. But amidst its twinges I remember wishin' that Laurence Marsh could compare as I had the two homes and lives composed by Marion and Evangeline.
And then a worse twinge of pain brung this thought, a doctor I ought to have. A woman should be allowed to choose her own doctor. I said to myself I will send for Doctor Laurence Marsh in the mornin', which I did. Josiah bein' skairt telephoned to him to come to once. He come on the cars, arrivin' at about ten A. M.
I guess I had better hang up a curtain between the
