True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-05-15

on each other, and they whispered togeth-
or. Mr. Bolton began to be Uneasy
When the table was cleared, he did not re-
tire as usual to his study, out remained
on the field, watchful and alert. The evi-
dent success of their plot redoubled the
malice of the conspirators, and when Bol-
ton retired for the night, he was decided
victim of the green eyed monster.
90, woman! woman ! inexplicable rid
die" he muttered to himself. "Starve
her, maltreat her, and she clings to you
like dog!-surround her with every lux
ury, grant her every wish, and her heart
turns from you with contempt! o, Hell
en- Helen! little did I expect this from
you +"
The next morning he rose feverish and
unhappy, for the '''conspirators wishing to
make assurance doubly sure, counterfeited,
with cruel skill, the phases of an absorb
ing mutual passion. That evening Bolton
passed shut up in his study, a prey to dcs-
pair. 1t was ten o'clock when he heard
light tap at the bay window that opened
on the piazza.
"Who's there" he asked, as he undid
the fastening.
"Hush not word; it's only J." re-
piled voice.
"And who are you ?" asked Bolton
gruhly,
"Your old friend-Ned Marsay."
"Come in, Ned-come in. What bro't
you here at this hour? And how's your
wife ~
"Why you know better than do You
have seen her later"
"I seen her You know I haven't seen
her at all yet"
"Butshe's been in yourho two days"
"You're mad"
"Not bit of it. Hear me-" replied
Marsay. II left her to 60 to Boston, on
business, expecting to be absent fort.
night. However, I despatched my affairs
in two days, and fastened home, for am
so young husband that absence is a pain
full affair to me. Judge of my surprise
when found that she had gone off, ne
one knew whittier. ] was at loss 10 know
what was the cause of this escape, when
as good luck would have it, I found let
ter, which she carelessly left in her dress
ing room, from your wife, and which ex
planned everything. Here it is"
Bolton eagerly caught the letter, th'
same with which the reader is already ac
quainted, and peruscd it eagerly. Afte
reading it, he handed it back to Marsay
with hearty laugh.
"By Jovc! Ncd,' said he, "Ill tur1
the tables on them, and pay them for this
Will you forgive me if I should give you
$ wife thorough scarc?'
, 81 doubt it you can scare her." reptile
r Morsay, laughing. "She's as bold a ere;
ture as ever fired fowling piece withou
winking, or put her horse ever 6ve-bal
red gate. She deserves lesson for th
last freak. Why, she out-bloomcrs Bloom
S or, In rcgimcntais only think Of it.
Il "WelI, l have plan in my head ft
bringing her into subjcction," replied Bo
ton smiling. "But you'll sleep here t
night?'
|. "No, I'll 60 back to the tavern
Every wcll--perhaps that's best. Con
r. round here tomorrow morning early"
DWELL, then, good night" said Morsa
I'll cut across the lawn" And the ty
e friends separated
IS The next morning Mrs. Marsoy W
walking by herself in a little wood back
l. the villa, when she was suddenly cncou
lie tered by Bolton.
= "Well met, young gentleman, said b
&c very stcrnly.
"You rise early" said Milliccnt, cal
/ lsssly.
ir "I always do when I have business
is hand," was the reply.
ir "Pardon me" said Millicent, "l tn
Mr.. Bolton a man of elegant leisure, W
I'd despised business, and wasfortunate cnou
to have none on his hands"
"The care of my honor is sufficient bu
90 ness"
"Plat-H! ! do not understand yot
lis said Millicent, coolly.
as "Tell me, sir" continued Bolton, "w
N you not well received at my house"
ne "Nly dear Helen was certainly very 6