Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1852-05-06
THE STORY TELLER.
From the Boston Olive Branch.
THE RECLAIMED HUSBAND.
! have not the heart to do so.'

HdV6 HOt tn6 n6drl 10 90 S0.
'Then give you up; you are certainly one
of the kind denominated milk sops; can't you
manufacture a little spirit for the occasion =
What in the world to you allow yourself to be
trodden upon in this manner for, you little
simpleton!
Il am just as God made me, meekly replied
Mary Trevor, fragile, snow drop of wo-
man, as she arose from her seat and moved Ian
guidly to the window. 4 don't pretend to
much wisdom, l certainly have very little
strength of will, and as to scolding, have ne-
.her inclination nor lungs enough. There's
only one thing l can do; thank God, can
pray to Him for poor Henry, and live in hope
of his REFORM
Mary Trevor, you don't pretend TO say you
love Henry as well as you did in the first few
years of your married life, you cannot, the
thing is impossible; what with his habits, and
his almost uncomfortable jeaousy-why -
he will take your life sometime in one of
his desperate fits-no, no; don't tell me that
you love Henry Trevor as you did, won't be-
lieve it,
Marys only answer was mournfnl smile !;
hers was nature-and there are some such,
strange as it may seem-that loved on, against
hope, against everything; and though she
did not experience that holy outgushing of af-
fection which once revealed itself in every
look and action; though her husband was
changed, she still loved him, and if it ,cas silly,
as how many strong minded woman would
pronounce, still as she had said, she could not
help it.
In the evening Mary's garrulous visitor had
departed, and the neglected wife sat alone with
only sorrowful thoughts for companions. The
fire in the tiny CRATE shone ont cheerily, and
the well worn furniture CLEANED brightly, for
II had been of the costliest kind, and Mary had
never suffered its polish TO grow dim. The
room was very spacious, and contained the all
of Henry Trevor's worldly goods in the house
hold way little cradle stood neatly made in
the corner, but the innocent face that had once
pressed the snowy pillow, had long rested on a
colder bed
Everything was neat and clean, and even this
poor place might have been paradise, but that
the iend lniempsrance was It's presiding and
evil genius.
Mary sat for a long time plunged in silent
reverie; she was thinking as she often did, of
earlier, happier days; the wreath was again
twined in her shining locks, the broidered slip
ls..l r r ~.
fell from her round, white shoulders, the rich
folds Of satin hung, wavy and gstenlng, over
her graceful form; she was loved and loving
again, peerless young wife, beautiful crea-
ture.
She arose softly, and still musing, tripped
lighter than was her wont towards the old
fashioned secretary, and opening the little
drawer, took from thence several packages of
letters and well-worn manuscript book.
Then she drew the little stand closer, trimmed
the light, and with more than one sigh, pro-
ceeded to arrange the papers.
AS she was intently perusing one of them,
the tears stood in her sweet blue eyes; more
than once she read aloud, and the written
words fingered lovingly on her pale lips. At
that moment dark face, unknown to her, was
pee.ng in at the window its eyes glittered
and the massy black locks laid heavily on the
pane; the paramount expression seemed that
of rage, and dark-scowl made the high brow
almost fendish
1t was the face of the degraded Trevor; at
an unusually early hour he had returned on
that evening, just enough inhamed by the wine
he had drank to feel the full force of his beset-
ting passion. Stealthily he turned the lock of
the door, and with the utmost circumspecton
treading like a cat, he entered the room, un-
observed by his wife. She still read on,
sometimes smiling, sometimes weeping, and
presently putting the letters aside, she raised
the little book, slowly opened its pages, and
thns read -
He loves me; oh how tenderly and truly
how often has he said to-day that he has staked
all his hopes of earthly happiness on me and
| too, dare whisper it, love him; perhaps il
is wrong, it may be wrong thus to dwell mo-
fnent by moment upon the dear words he has
said, to repeat them till they seem holy, but
oh l have been so little loved of late-so lit.
sle loved
His eyes glaring savagely, his form shaking
his hands tightly clutched and his feature.
rigid, Trevor had Stood the very incarnation Of
diaholcal rage; bending forward, his breast
laboring, yet suppressins his breath, he listen
ed to the fearful truth, the thought of his owr
disgrace. The fair reader for moment pres
sed her hand tightly over her forehead, aut
then resumed her reading.
Il told him would gladly leave all 70
him he knows how hard is my lot he ha
seen the tyranny Of which | am helpless vic
tim, we have talked of it for hours-he offer
me wealth, and every luxury that heart Cal
wishs what more can desire! and then m
whole heart pleads for him oh | shall be s.
happy
A terrific crash; Mary started with will
shrek to her feet there stood her husband
foaming at the mouth, his eyes like two coal
all ablaze; toilet table laid upon the floor
its mirror shattered in Thousand pieces
For full five minutes did the chafed tiger e.
say to speak, but the convulsive tremor of hi
lips denied him uiterance poor Mary cowere
an instant before him, then drawing up he