Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1861-01-16

| '~ VI O"'nihg JlANb PAIN or anxiety was
caused by his conduct, since no word or
act OF Bertha's limited as much.
See, Graham exclaimed Miss Morti-
mer, lis not that your wife in the box on.
posite us?'
Bertha, / declare! How came she
mere and with stranger too ? said Phi
lip, looking in the direction indica.
ted
Then you don't know himY said
Miss Mortimer. Very elegant in ar
pearancc, and very much devoted to his
lair lady, should say; some old lover l
presume
Excuse me, Miss Mortimer, my wife is
too ladylike for indelicacy,' he answered
sternly.
offended, Philip? and with me-? she
SAID turning her eyes plcadingly toward
HIM. Pardon me, did but jest
She laid her ungloved hand upon his
arm. But the arts which had charmed
and dazzled the young husband had lost
their power and he only answered polite.
Iy her expression of regret
Bertha met his gaze of surprise smiling,
but soon seemed absorbed in the music.
and the remarks OF her companion whose
interest IN her comfort was sufficiently
apparent. He seemed well known amonp
the audience, too for the watchful Philip
noticed many bows and smiles of recogni-
ton.
There is Mr. Goldipg who knows every.
body; will ask him the name of your
wites attendant said Mrs. Mortimer,
who had marked with surprise the dis
composure of Graham, whom as she told
her daughter afterwards, she had suppo.
sed too much a.man of the world to care
for his wife.
Mr.. Golding, pray tell nae the name Of
The gent eman opposite the one with the
magnificien: beard and dark eyes p
who Why, | declare it is my old
fried, Leonard Percy. He must have ar
rived tosday. He has been four years alb
sent. must 90 round and see him. |
see he has found Mrs. Graham air ready. l
congratulate you, sir, he continued, turn
ing to Philip.
Congratulate me! For what p mutter-
ed Philip in surprise, dim idea entering
his brain that Mr.. Golding meant to insult
him.
The opera was over al last, and resisting
Helen's allunng glances, and Mrs, Morti-
mer's earnest invitation to come in and
spend an hour at cards, Philip fastened
homeward in time to see a carriage drive
away from the door, Bertha was already
unbinding her tresses when he entered
her chan Der, and in reply to his questions
she only answered carelessly.'
yes, had an opportunity, and thought
would improve it. You know it looks
so stupid for married people to be always
together in public. Leonard is an old
friend tmine, and am glad he has re
turned. shall enjoy his society very
much
She was only repeating words which
Philip had used many time when prais.
ing the beauty and grace of some new ac.
quair tance; but they did not seem very
satisfactory now, for he only muttered
humph,' in a discontented way, and was
silent.
Bertha saw the success of her scheme,
and laughed mischievously as she laid
down to slumber, and dream, percharce,
of the sleighride she was to enjoy with her
friend on the morrow. Philip had en-
gagged to ride, too, with Mrs. and Miss
Mortimer; and so it chanced that the two
parties met on the CO vded IT, o ough fare,
and he had just time to catch a laughing
glance and wave Of the little hand from
his wife as the sleighs dashed past each
other. He spent that evening at home,
but not alone with his wife; Percy was
there, and Bertha chatted with him.
played for him, and they sang together
songs rcplete with love and sentiment
songs which he reminded her they had
sung so often together in the olden
time At last, angry with himself, his
wife, and his guest, Philip left the room,
excusing himself on the plea of business,
but adding, that two such old friends
must have so much to say to each other,
that third person would be almost an
Mr.. Percy looked surprised
but Bertha answered smilingly:
'Oh, yes, Leonard, and have plenty of
subjects of conversation
Leonard, indeed growled Philip, on
MS way to the library. 'Coufound the
ellow, what doos he mean with his old
ongsp
He remained alone till the visitor de-