Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1858-07-09
From tho London Family Herald .
HARRIkD TWICE.

"Well, sir, I am glad it has come
out what you married me for. 1t is
charming to the bride of month to
find herself despised by her husband
because che did not bring him mine
Of gold-truly it isl"
at is not for want of q mine Of
.gold,' Mrs. Maybury, but I protest
against being deceived. / hate decep-
tion-you know it,"
"Who deceived you, pray? Not I;
for the idea that you were merely seek
ing q fortune never entered my mind,
nor would have believed it had any
one told me so. If you chose to i'm
agine that because my sister was an
heiress I was one also !; and because she
endowed a poor man with riches, I
should do the same for you-you de-,
ceived yourself. An aunt Of ours
adopted Adelia when we were left Or
phans, and dying two years ago, be-
queathed her the whole of her fortune.
It was my lot to become the ward Of
one in humber circumstances, who
used such resources as there were, to
give me q complete education, which
was the only fortune I ever had to an
sticipate. l thought till now that that
was something but Of course, it is
nothing! Arthur Maybury, the high
minded, makes this decision"
"You are like all the rest Of your
sex from the beginning,'' said Mr..
Maybury; 81 have no more to say"
Nevertheless, he did say more, and
his speech waxed none the less bitter
and accusatory, while his wife, Annie,
retorted in turn in the same spirit she
had already displayed. Strange words,
and more strange tones, were yet to be
exchanged between the young BRIDE
groom and bride. The scene had open
ed with Arthur's coming into the little
parlor and sitting down in the twilight,
and Annie beside him, saying, rejoic-
ingly, cat last we are to have quiet
evening to ourselves, l hope - to which
he responded, cat last, hope" 1t
ended, however, with his seizing his hat
with world Of will, and shutting the
street door emphatically behind him.
Mrs. Maybury was alone, leaning an
arm on the centre table beneath the YET
unlighted chandelier. The flush faded
on her cheek faster than it had from
the autumn sunset sky; the light of he'
soul passed rapidly into midnight
Her frame quivered and shook with the
tempest within, whose forked lightnings
pierced her brain. Thus she sat long
vet no tears relieved the aching Of the
surcharged eyes. nor moistened tn
lashes with the rigidly clasped fingers
before them.
aa Two wretched days went by, and Ar
thur Maybury and his wife had no
looked in each others face, nor spokel
together save in the briefest and cold
est manner. 10 spirits like theirs,
quarrel was all that the word implies
Both regretted it bitterly, very bitterly
vet, 50 far, both were too proud to be-
lin concessions. Annie thought AM
knew herself injured and dwelling OF
this side, mostly, overlooked the sar
castle and offensive language she ha
uttered-a thing her husband did not
He felt abased and peculiarly vexed a
having exposed to himself and her tha
money could influence him in the choic
ofa wife. It would never have hap
pSned, had she proved rich, as he an
Others expected.
Once, about the time Of his marriage
when q friend spoke rallyingly to hi
ef his having drawn golden prize, b
replied that Annie Clyde without
penny would be the same to him as Al
ME Clyde with million and he woul
have been much hurt had the oth'
seemed to discrecit his assertion. Ii
pressed hard by circumstances, he ha
continued in the happy delusion b,
his finances were now in state seldo
known to soothe mans mind, or in
prove his temper.
He had finished the study of med
cine only very short time, andI This p
tients were yet to fall sick when he fiji
met Miss Clyde. Within three mont
he proposed, Was accepted, and t
marrisge took place. The son of