As for Edith, her
burdens were heavy enough; and her husband, though he did not check
her generous enthusiasm, by no means acquiesced in the plan of evening
toil for his wife out of the range of her many domestic duties.
A few days went by, with no incident of importance. Claire, during the
time, appeared, to his wife more thoughtful that usual. One evening he
came home with a brighter countenance.
"Good news, Edie," said he in a cheerful voice, as soon as the
children's glad and noisy welcome of their father was over; and he
drew his wife aside as he spoke.
"Good news, dear," he repeated. "I was sure the way would open for us,
and it has opened."
"How, Edward?" asked Edith, with a quickly flushing face. "How has it
opened?"
"I've secured employment for my evenings, at six dollars a week. So
all will go on with us the same as usual. The only drawback lies in
the fact that you will have to remain at home alone. But, for the sake
of the end, you will bear that cheerfully."
The light which had come into Edith's countenance faded.
"What kind of employment?" she inquired, with a slight huskiness of
voice.
"I've engaged to act as clerk in an auction store, where they have
regular night-sales."
Edith shook her head.
"I thought you would be so delighted," said her husband, evidently
much disappointed.
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