The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1849-05-30
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EMMA DUDLEY'S SECRET,
BY CLARA MORTON,

by CLARA MORTON.
CHAPTER ].
''Prythee, if thou love, tell me.
love thee not.
Why, then care not for thee.-KlNG LEAR
II wish you would give your consent, Cecil.
If you don't. shall go without it; for have
such passion for riding on horseback
"Ah, yes, no doubt you have passion for
riding, for women have passions for everything
expensive-you have u passion for dancing, and
consequently passion for parties, and there.
fore passion for fine dress, but | never hear
you say that you have a passion for being
good housekeepcr, or passion for making your
husband happy, or in short, u passion for any
thing useful and economical. Now, Emma ,
in the present state of things, | can i'll afford
eAtravagancies OF any kind and even if | could,
| would never consent to your riding, until
become anxious TO have your neck broken.
Emma pouted her beautiful under lip, but
maintained q most provoking silence.
Mr.. Dudley knew that he had spoken hasti.
ly and pcttishly, and row, in mIlder tone of
voice, he said:
"Believe me, Emma, would rather crafty
you in almost anything else, but you must give
up this him to please mc.''
Still Eulma made no answer. but rocked to
and fro in her little chair, as though her life
ments in moment. Mr.. Dudley was u ner-
vous man, and this constant rocking together
with her silence, annoyed him.
Emma, | wish you would stop rocking, -
said he, in sharp, quick tone.
81 will, MIR. Dudley,' she replied, and gath
cring up her needle work, she attempted to
leave the room.
Now, Emma, don't go off in an il!-humor,
but sit down and have quiet talk with me,
an I fl,atJ rifrbt in
matter" said Mr.. Dudley, with tender earnest
ness, he took hold Of his wifes hand
"You will convince ME that you arc obst.
nate, and that is all you will succeed in doing,
Mr.. Dudley" replied his wife, in very chill.
ing tone OF voice. at the same time attempting
to withdraw the imprisoned hand.
But Mr.. Dudley retained firm hold, and clos.
ing the door, he drew her gently toward seat.
will you not yield willingly IN this instance
to me, Emms?
Mrs. Dudley poutcd, and her face wore We.
ry indignant expression, but she made no an
swer TO his question.
Il want TO have you take this kindly, Emma,
for you know how much l love you and how
very painful it is to me to refuse any request
which you make.
Il you loved me, Cecil you would not refuse
a tritle so pertina ciousy. ACTIONS speak loud
CT than words, is an old adagc, and very true
one, | believe
Mr.. Dudley leaned back in the vclve, chair,
drawing long sigh as his wife continued
There is Mrs. Bill HoweIl-her husband ne
yer thinks of refusing anything to her: she told
me so herself the other day, and laughed at me
| when | said did not believe you would listen
| to my going. | am not near as eXtravagant US
she is, and | am sure you are as wei! off as Bill
Howell
He is the best Judge, Emma, OF what extra
VACANCIES he is able to indulge in, but do not
quote that woman to me, for never liked her,
and have always dsapproved Of the intimacy
between you.
No, know you never like any Of mig friends.
If were to do as you wish me, | should inn
murc myself within these walls, as closely as
a nun in convent, and never look through the
Iattices without thick green veil over my ia &C.
Now, you are unj ust, Emma, replied Mr.
Dudley. 4 do not wish you to go to either ex.
trcme, but there is medium between being
in the street constantly, as Mrs. Howell is,
and the seclusion you speak Of
well, Mr. Howell is the right kind of a man, ~
interrupted Mrs, Dudley, 'hc insists upon his
w'fe's going out every day, and he takes her
to operas and conccrts-they 90 to ten parties
evenings away from her, as you do from me,
till one and two o'clock in the morning..
'Unkind and un ust again, Emma sighed
Mr. Dudley, you well know how gladly
would remain at home with you, were it not
for my business, but that cannot negcc even
for my own happiness
'Ah, it does very we'll to make your bust
ness an excuse, but don't believe that you
spend on c.lhird Of your evening at the store;
and Mrs. Howell says she doesn't believe you
arc there at all.
'Conlound Mrs Howell said Dudley, rising
to his feet. Il wish that woman hadn't such a
long tongue; you are easily Influenced by
her as a vane by the wind, and instead of be.
ing the warm'lIearted, loving little wife you
used to be. you ure as fond of fashion and FOL-
ly as any heartIess woman Of the world. 1t is
all owing to your intimacy with her-l pre-
dicted it from the first
60 on-go on. MIR. Dudley, and abuse me,
and my friends as much as you think proper,
for | shall only love them all the better for it,
replied Mrs. dudley, in snecring tonc.
Cecil Dudley look ed stcrnIy and steadily into
his wlCes face. and flushed with excitement,
she returced the gaze boldly and without gail
ing. With feeling of disgust which he had
never before experienced towards his vito Mr..
Dudley turned and left the room.