Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-10-22

| neither spoke or moved. Her head rested on her
hand,and her eyes sought the carpet, but not tear
FELL for her feelings were 10 highly excited to per-
init them longer to flow. The disturbed husband
found his book vain resource, and after twirling
the leaves few minutes, he threw il on the table
| aud left the room. The next moment his wife
heard the street door close behind him.
Then indeed came fresh food Of tears. This,
she exclaimed, as she covered her face with her
hands, this is the sympathy he feels for me To
leave me thus to perfect solitude" Mrs. Lindley
was now wrough. up to real agony. The infao.
at this momen, awoke--and cIaspiog him TO her
bosom. she cried--Yes. darling your fathers feel
Ing are such towards your mother that to avoid
her society he even willing to leave you, dearly
as he loves you!
With tine unconscious infant Graded in her arms
the mother INDUCED herseIfin looking back on
he giIded scenes of her you,h-or rather her
married lIfe-for youth was in all its freshness
and beauty. Her freedom from care from con-
finement-he paries-he balls-ihe concerts
the drives--aI came ,hronging upon her;
While memory, "covered with flowers /;
displayed every rose but secreted its ihOrns.'
In the retrospects The pictures was all brightness
alt gladness-and what was her present lot
How great was the contrast No variety-no
Pleasure--'a her days were twins'-a Perpetu-
al round of household cares, and a helpless infant
always by her side or ia her areas How dark
did a dIslut bed Imagination render the review
She thought and wept until she verify believed
herself the most wreched woman alive while al
the bottom Of all lay feeling of dispIeasure a.
gainst her husband, as if he we're the wilful
cause of all her troubles.
For nearly an hour Mrs. LindIey INDUCED her
self in these purely selfish, musings murmerngs
and regrets, when clock ia a neghboring street.
striking the hour Of nine aroused her. where can
George be 7 she cried. She fell some alarm, and
laying her again sleeping infant in the cradle,
she went to the window, and thence to the door
to learn if he was coming. The street was quiet
still not foostep was Ia be heard and with con-
ficting feelings she resea,ed he:sef beside her
child. oh. he is cruel 2 thought she where
can he be p III bis Office or where Oh, where
Oh, that he would GOMEZ
On the whole. Hrs. LindIey was not only a
rational animal, but reasonable and reasoning
woman, and the period had now arrived for a re-
vision Of feeling. Other views began TO present
themselves to her mind. 1T is IL, myself, that
tina, is cruel though, she. how happy we might
have been this evening. had not driven him from
me! How tender he was; aud how kind 10 gel
book purposey 10 read 10 me He was willing
to forego society for my sake, and canno! Tor bis!
And after all what is there so desirable about a
parry Did ever attend one. in which did not
see or hear expressed the workings Of envy, oil
jealously. Of contempt, or Of ridicule In ouch,
cases, did not experience quite as much pain as
pleasure, unless, indeed, could secure the undi-
vided attention Of George And nov he is all my
own, and drive him from me! What did l not
endure while doubtful wheter he loved me, whe,h-
er he would ask me to be his 7 What were my
Thoughts when he once said to me, that with his
presen, fortue he should not dare TO ask the woman
he loved 10 unite her fate with his, on account Of
the privations she mus, undergo. Oh did not
! think that with him for companion, the most
humble establishment would be q paradise and
now that | am his wife, drive him away from me
bymy unreasonable and cruel repinitgs Oh where
can he beg Again she went to the window.
to the door. In vain no husband was TO be seen
or heard. How gloomy, how desolaie, did her
comfortable aud well furnished little parlor appear
| as she re-opened it. Oh she cried swhat sun
| shine would his smile shed around but | have
displeased, grieved, wounded, forced him from
meg
Never had any fonr in Mrs. Lindley's life
dragged itself along so slowly as the present and
it not until the clock had sru OK ten, that the
well known footsteps Of her husband met her ear.
| with bound she net him in the entry. "Oh my
dear George, how glad am you have GOMEZ
Her husband made no distinct answer, but enter
ing the parlor, he advanced to the mantle and res.
ted his elbow upon il, leaning his head upon bis
hand His counlenance was clouded, yet more
in sorrow than in angea.
Dearest George will you forgive mep said the
the trembling wife, while she twined her arm in
his and looked up imploringly in his face. will
you, can you forgive nay fo'Iyl my cruelly?'
Yes Emily, can do any thing you ask of me-
30, George, don't speak 50 coidly, aud sadly.
Alas. have made you very unhappy"
..You have, Emily, for fear your union with
me requires sacrifices you are unable cheerfuliy
| to make
"Ob, say not, think not so, my dearest, kindes
husband, for notwithstanding circumstances are
so much against me, it is not So Since you ief'
me this evening, she added, while a FAINT smile
strove to chsce away the gathering tears, STAGE
you left me, have reviewed my married and my
single life. and my cruelty, my ingratilude, my
childish perverseness to night, have caused me
the mos, bitter SELF upbraidines. May you nevel
know a psng like that which shot through my
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