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school-who had taken Janets place
AS Tor Janet-on the whole, ,lshe though
she was glad TO get rid of her. Sh,
had found out that she did not quit,
suit her.
| To do Robert Maylin justice, he wa
as much attached to Janet as he couIt
be attached TO any one. But his low
was of kind that did not wear well
1t was love born of personal fang
alone; drawing nothing of its nourish
ment from respect. and less from pfin
ciple. 1t was all very we'll whiIe tht
gloss of newness lasted on II; butt
soon grew threadbare and shabby, ant
then he got tired of it. The first month.
OF his married life went on smoothly
enough. The pretty cottage and tit
pretty wife, the air of peace and lsss
within those four walls, had a charm
for Robert which surprised himself, va
grant as he was by nature. He Liked
his new occupation too-that of a
market-gardener-and felt the effect
of lis healthful action on bis frame.
which was not little enfeebled bv his
London habits. And being a vey
clever fellow, handy and capable, he
soon learnt his business as well as tie
best of them, and made some splendid
hits in cabbages and caulifowers. 1t
was pleasant change to him alio-
gether, and he did not regret his plush
and gold-nobbed stick more than orce
or twice week-when he was tea:ed
with snails, or baffied by blight.
But this season of pleasure did not
last long. With the waning summer
sun faded Robert Maylin's frail flowers
Of love; and when the autumn moon
had passed away, scarce a leaf re-
manned to scent the air. His garden
became stupid, and his work degrading:
his house was small and mean-so diff
ferent to the jolly times of Chesham
Palace and Berkely Square! His wife
was growing ugly, and deemed tire
some; somehow he wished that he had
never married. He was deal better
off as he was. What need had he to
screw himself up for life in village.
with silly woman and a parcel of
yokels he used 10 say, as he went to
the alehouse; where he found more.
amusement in skittles, and the bar
maids saucy blue eyes, than in his
own home, or his own wife. This was
his nature. If ne had married an an
gel, he would have exchanged her for
the devil; and six months of Venus
would have seen him Mednsa's lover on
the seventh t#s &
Janet saw the change, but she tried
to soothe it away like sickness. She
viting. and herself smart-a quality
which Robert placed at the head of all
feminine virtues. Bat all woud not
10. He had wearied Of matrimony as
he had wearied of love so often before
and you cannot bring back the dead to
life. He was tired Of her affection,
and bored by her attentions and he
wished twenty times day that he had
never left his plush and his foot board
And at last he told Janet plainly, that
she bothered him, and he wished she
would leave him alone.
Janet had pair of red eyes that eve
ming when Miss Harrington sent for
her to give hera scolding, and baby's
cap.
"Perhaps it teases Robert that | am
changed, and can't do as used, and
don't look as | used" she thought, as
she slowly walked to her former home.
tsWhen it is all over, and things put TO
rights again, and when he has baby to
play with, he will like his own home
again. Men are different to us, and
don't feel the happiness we do in these
things.n And she concluded her solilo-
guy by sobbing bitterly, which of course
was manifestation ofAhe happiness
she was feeling at present.
When her mistress rated her for her
red eyes, after she had scolded her suf-
ficiently for her improperly, and vowed
that she had made an unhappy mari
age after all--in the tone of a police
man charging her with murder-Janet
stoutly denied all moral causes for de-
preston, and stood by the physical like
a heroine.
"One feels differently at these times,
ma'am, and one cannot help crying for
nothing. II does one good, and seems
to relieve one. Robert is kind as kind
can be. and I have no fault TO find with
any one"
And then she sat down on a chair,
and wept as if her heart was breaking
When she went to bed that night, she
asked pardon for her falsehood. But
as she looked at her husband lying
there, half drunk, and thought how
handsome and manly he was, she felt
she had been justified in lying for him.
And then she pushed his curls from off
his forehead when he eswore, and struck
out clumsily, and called her bad names
in his brutal, stupid, drunken sleep.
The baby was born, and Robert less
inclined for home than ever. He hated
to hear it cry-and what baby will moi
cry z and he hated TO see his wife
| nurse and fondle it. And how are ba.
bies to live, if wives don't nurse and
fondle them /?
Things went on in this manner, only
getting worse as Robert fell from wea
riness to neglect, from neglect to dis
like, and finally to ill-usage. Every
tear from Janet was reproach vehe
mently resented; every caress an an