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Newspaper TitleThe Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)
Trove TitleMoney Or Wife ?
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CHAPTER III.

They started out 'bravely. Fortu nately the weather was .with them. The sun was shining and the world was garbed in green. Enid had left the Aead&my on her marriage: in fact, she had come to »the end of the year's tui

tion, which had been provided for, and had been very much troubled as to how she was to stay on and work. Her marriage had solved tho problem in one direction, but not in another, for the girl missed the busy life, the les sons, the hard work, the encourage ment. Ambition was burning within just as keenly as ever, but it had to be kept under, They found two tiny rooms in Kensington, too tiny to hc-ld a ptano, even if they could have afford ed one. All day long Julian was out; each morning lie spent quite a fair amount on newspapers, searching through the columns of advertisements, and hastening to answer such as he felt would !be suitable. He walked many miles to Interview all kinds of peopfle, and Enid would sit waiting for him to come home and whilst she waited exercising her fingers on the table and pretending to herself thait she was practising. She was al ways radiant when he came back, no matter how tired or dispirited or cross he /might be; she had the knack of making any little place home, and her tiny sitting-room was so pretty. Some how there was always a flower. «to give perfume and color, a gift more often than not from the greengrocer round the corner; and she was so resourceful. She turned to her ew.uM housekeeping duties with a zest which surprised her. self, and she worried her brain and scorched her hands Inventing and cook Ing original dishes for her husband. 'What do you think we have for sup per to-nl«Wt?' she would tcry. 'Sprats a la Enid.' Or perhaps It was a 'creme Chopin,' composed- of an egg beaten up -with sugar: or perhaps she would venture to give him a tiny 'bunch of asparagus. He was so tired, poor Julian t and he seemed to have so little appetite. Little Mrs. Bryant shut 'her eyes re solutely to the. only too evident shadow that was falling on the beloved face. She was so delicate in her comprehen sive sympathy, so cheering', and she still laugfted that bright, fascinating laugh which, If It did not come quite so spontaneous, was a fact known only to herself. At least, she never rested

till sho had swept away something1 of the shadow, and brought siiiflea Instead. Nevertheless, despite her little econo mies, 'her great care and her torn vary, the situation was becoming srradually more difficult. The oumfiy went so terribly quickly! Krdd hated a«kLny for more, a, feeling which cornmunlcfttedi Itself to Bryant, for iio fliwaya fore* stajlod: the weekly allowance by a day or two; and graduaJly tho B«m?ner waned and -the £250 dwindled, and it was not until the early autumn that Julian Bryant found his first chance, work In tho office of a nw company. The salary was Just half what he Imd been having 'before, inn he accepted It eagerly, and this carried them up -to ChrtotinuH; then the ' new ' company clasedlts doors, and ho found himself once again without occupation. It seemed to him that lie walked the entire city In these days, and (in dlKffp. polntme-nt after disappointment came to him, there grew up slowly in hla mind the ugly suspicion that oome. one or oomethluif was working against him, for many a Mine whon he wan joet In touch of a berth the chance E-llppod through his flngera for no satisfactory reason, and he found it given to aomo one else. Juliun Bryant did not rely morely on his educational qualities to gJvo 'him work, Long bofora things had came to this pitch, he hud dedded (keep-lnff the matter, however, entirely to him self) that If ih© could not two his brains ho wou'ld.turn to and une Ms hands'. But (here again he failed, the helpless ness of his own strength seemed to /mode htm; for he could get nothing1 to do! Once, unknown to his wife, ho wrote to his mother. He did not oak for her money, although .ho might In all jus tice have done no, for had he not charg ed himself, with the responsibility of hor Innumerable debts ho would have found himself in a very different posi tion now; ,b/ut he could not bring himself, ?to ask from her; .ho only put his dlfll cultles in front of her and asked hor Xor Tier advice, He thought It possible that through her husband she might have been ablp to show him somo way In which to earn his living, It was a long time before he received an answer, and then there came a let ter very much underlined and very af fectionate, in which, however, hlH mother declared that It was quite out of her power to advise him or to be of any use at all. Sho deplored his mar riage In tho toncto.rest way possible, and, recommended htan to, try and aeo w.hat he could do for himself with Ills father's people. As tho Bryant family wa# proverbially poor, this miggoatkm was of little value to him; nevertheless, Julian did approach his vari ous relations, only, however, to meet with renewed disappointment, mado more bitter by unsought and senten tious advice. If sometimes the ques tion troubled Enid 'Bryant as to how her husband managed to keep things going, she never spoke of this; thcro was between them that most rare and yot most exquisite sympathy which seals tho lips in crucial moments; but gradually Enid began to do ttoinga other than laugh in her husband'G presence, or cook in his absence: sho fell to making plans, plans to solve the problem of the future on her own account. Sho had kept away from the Aca demy purposely; not even to herself would she confess how her spirit yearned to be working; but on one oc casion (a day when, all against 'her ef forts, a heavy cloud had fallen on he bright yountf spirit), sho met one of her former fellow-students, a girl who had done brilliantly as a pupil; but who had left at the end of Enid's nrst term. : Sybil Jackson was delighted to see her, and carried her off to the nearest tea-shop for a chat. She expressed unusual surprise when she heard that

Enid tod given up her music, and was married. . . . . 'Why, my dear,' she aald. 'You had It all before you! I don't mind telling you I should have been farl ously jealous of you if Vd stayad oil I expect they meat he pretty sic*, that youVo left because you are the aart of student that does so raocu' good to an Institution, Surely you aren't go ing- to let everything drop,' Enid.?' 'It is rather difficult to go an vrerlc ing when one has a home to Look after,' 'Well, I think your husband ought to know what you're giving ap,' observ ed Miss Jaclcson decisively. 'cAnd you're a lot too young: to have mar ried; but I hope he is able to keep you well?' ? Enid sipped lior tea and La.ngb.eaV 'Wo are as happy as the day Us lonKY' she said. Sybil Jackson Loalted at her a little enviously. 'Well, Tm not doing1 badly,' sfc» aald; 'but of course, It's a 'lowly KCe. My people live In tho country, and It's simply suicidal to try and get a, con nection for teaching- where they are, so I've had to stay on in town. You'll come and aeemo, won't you, Enid? I've sot a flat, too, a tiny one right at the top of the; block, but there's such u lovoly -view from the window, and then I can work at tho piano as much. as over I like, and I don't disturb any* body, which Is the great thing; ycu know!' It was Enid's turn to be envious now. 'How long d« you practice?' asked Mifjs JackBon. ' ? ?' . A flush camo Into Julian's wife's cheeks as she confessed that she never touched the piano. Tho other girl scolded her sharply. 'I call It positively criminal,' she said; 'but it'a always tho way; when fflrls marry they give up everything. I don't know what your husband's Itko, but I can't help feeling that you've made a fool of yourself. Why, my dear, I'll toll you straight now, they expected you to carry everything ?before you. You might have been a #roat pianist with your personality and yoar temperament. It Isn't, too late even a« it is,' You just think about it; and come and see mo sometimes If you can spare an hour.' Enid said nothing to her husband- of this meeting with Sybil Jackson. She felt more depressed after, she and the other girl had parted, and yet uncon sciously Mlsu Jackson had inspired her with new hope, and put something In to her mind to occupy her thoughts and to help her in formulating those plans which kept her awake at night, and yot which sho cherished as being perhaps a tangible solution to their many amall problems. Matters conspired to help her, for at Julian's restless suggestion they changed their rooms and came nearer town; and to Enid's delight this new home, small and dingy as It was, held one promlae of joy for her, for there was a piano In their sitting-room, an old jangly, well-worn Instrument, but atill a piano; and when Julian Bryant was out and she felt safe for somo hours, his wife would sit working at that piano, maiklng the old notes ring again with the music which had al most passed from them. And then one afternoon, a cold and dreary day, sho made her way to a well-known concert agent and 'begged to be allowed to play to him. ' (To be Continued.)