Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-09-16
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ttrom Black woods Magazne.1
MY FIRST AND LAST NOVEL.
IN TWO PARTS-PART II.
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With Keneim's many letters one morn
ing came a letter to me. | received it from
him, and blushed as slipped it into ny
apron pocket 1t was from my friend, in
answer 10 a note had sent her about my
book.
By this had become murbidly nervous
was haunted by a vague sense of wrong
doing, and dread of being driven to tell g
direct faisehood. had had more than one
terrible alarm of detection.
After pocketing my letter carefully
avoided looking towards my husband.
"Read this, Minnie" be said, presently
putting one of the letters he had received
bef re me.
obeyed.
nWhat shall you do, Kenelm! Shall you
tor' | asked, when had finished. 1t was
from one of my husbands brothers, beg
ging his mediation with the stern old father
who had been bitterly ofended-how, does
not concern my story.
"Shall WE 60, you surely mean, MinRie. u
dropped my head, my work was neariy
completed;it il would be dreadful to me to
leave it now. We had been SO estranged
lately, my longing to have done with this
and every secret was very great; if were
left alone day or two, it would be safely
completed.
"Perhaps you are righ', and ought to
20 .ione," Kenelm said, alter a painful
silence.
81 think you should. 1t is an expensive
journey; your father does not like me, and
Il had rather my wife had been thus
eager that we should not separate. You
have produced on your side, but--you are
changed. Mary" He rose as he spoke.
"Do not say am changed. Do not speal
so! ! cannot bear it." | spoke passionate,
,iy. He came to my side, sat down by me
and took my hand.
"IfI sm to be of any use, | should 60 TO-
dey--at once," he began. "The last few
weeks, Minnie, something has divided us
Shall we not be one again before we part!'
Twas silent; did not raise my eyes
Perhaps IN the struggle to appear unmoved
looked obstinate and cross, for Kenelm''
tone changed.
aThat letter-remember. Mary, that d.
not stoop to suspect you Of wrong; it i
simply your want of confidence that l de
plore."
Suspect me of wrong, indeed!" | cried
again taking refuge in that petulant un
ressonableness which battles men e'y.-
at is you, Kenelm, who have 10 confdenc
:n me! You treat your wife as if she wer'
mere child"
'slf the time is gone by when she love
70 be so ueated-wheH she made me he
conscience and hid nothing from mel mus
painfully learn how this changed wife de
sires that should treat her,"
He left the room, when he was gone
wept. But was little angry; or, as, pass
ing his study door on my way upstairs I
pack his clothes, saw him seated at hi
study. tab lie with his head bowed upon hi
hands, / could not have resisted the temp
ration to 60 to him and confess everything
Itwss only by looking back afterwsrd
that could understand how much chang
he found in mellow many signs he saw
that my thoughts were not ali, or eve
chiefly his-besides reading that in m
often distracted face. Many of my littl
duties were neglected, or performed by Ann
many minute cares FOR Kenelm omitte
during those feverish weeks.
As packed my husbands clothes, 1 she
some tears over them. When he was aotusl
ly gone. after most painfully calm leave
taking, Ifelt utterly miserable; spent tn