hands and stooped forward to kiss her lifted face.
But he saw trouble in it, even with his first glance, and as soon as they were in the closed parlor she began to complain of her husband's indifference and tyranny. "You are father and mother both," she sobbed, with her arms around his neck; and what father under such circumstances would not have been inclined to espouse his child's quarrel? Yet he knew something of Eleanor's temper, and he knew the world well enough to counsel submission and to discourage any positive act of rebellion.
"I am thy father, Eleanor," he said tenderly—"I am thy father, and I'll take thy part as far as iver I can, my dear, but listen to me, the world will go with thy husband, right or wrong, it will go with him, if thou takes one step it thinks thou ought not to take. It is a varry hard world on wives, sometimes. Doesn't ta think that thou may hev been a bit wrong, too?"
"Father, I am not going to be ordered about as if I was a slave, bought with his money—"
"Nay, nay, my lass. He got fifty thousand
