Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-02-27

"Nonsense, he never meant that you
should expose yourself on such freez-
ing morning as this. Take your things
off again, and pile on some more coal,
if you want to keep warm. Women
have so little judgment in some things. "
Frank .Ashwin came from bis busi-
ness rather earlier than usual that even
ing, and be was vexed and astonished
to see how pale Susy looked-as if a
close room and a red hot CRATE were
any substitute for the bracing air that
sets the blood in glow and the muscles
in thrill. ~ ~ 90
"My love, what ails you?" s 81.
"0nly little headache, Frank. You
must go to Mrs. Clair's and carry my
apologies. To morrow shall feel bet
ter" izz.7ee s-ea s-r--a-5 ESQ
And Ashwin went, very much dis
contented.
"Wby, Ashwin." said the host, as
be entered the brilliantly lighted rooms,
"where is your fair lady?" - T.
cat home-she bade me bring you
her regrets"
Sand what is the matter, pray?"
go, / don't know-headsche and
pain in her side, and all that sort of
thing. 1 don't think she can tell her.
self exactly what ails her"
81 can,'' says old DR.. Barclay, ss
the young husband passed by. with a
troubled brow. "He's killing her with
kindness"
"Killing heri what do you mean?"
said Mr.. Clair, with look of unqusli-
fed surprise.
"Just what l say. I've been there
good deal lately, and l never saw
any one so Systematically injudicious as
young Ashwin in regard to his wife.
She mustn't walk out for fear she will
take cold--she mustn't perform a litIle
household duty-what does he keep
half dozen servants for? IF she has
nc appetite at dinner time, he knocks
bis kind, thOughtless head against the
cellar beams, hunting for bits of cold
chicken, and mince pies to make nice
little ten O'Clock suppers that play the
very mischief with body's digestive
apparatusl He buys her splendid vel
vet dresses and takes he perforce to
parties, because he believes in excite
ment. Why, Clair, this sort OF thing
is enough to break down a constitution
of iron"
"Well. why don't you remonstrate?"
"Might as well talk to stone WALL"
said the old doctor, turning abruptly
away. "Besides, I'm not altogether
sure that it isn't already too late.'
"Not dying, doctorl No, no; you are
surely mistaken. She isn't sick-no-
things the matter with her-she's only
little droopingi"
Nothing is the matter with yonder
scar leaf on the tree, Mr.. Ashwin. yet
none the less certainly will it drift into
the gravel'
"But you can save her, doctor-you
must save berl" and Ashwin caught
the doctors arm with convulsive grip.
"Nobody can save her, Ashwin--con-
sumption has marked her for its fatal
work. Make much of her while she
remains with you, for it will be but
short timef'
Frank Ashwin staggered back against
the wall like one smitten by a deadly
blow.
"Oh, what can say to her father,
when he asks me for his child?" he
moaned, between his set teeth. "What
can I say? what can l say?"
The old doctor walked away, mutter-
ing to himself,
"Poor boyl 1 could not tell him that
it was all his own work. He'll find the
burden heavy enough to bear, already,
fear"
Three months had slipped away
the apple blossoms were pink on all the
hillsides, and the pale sweet violets
were purpling every hollow. Nature
never missed the one young flower that
had perished in all the flush of ber
spring-tide beauty.
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"You look very grave, Doctor" said
Medford. meeting the old man, as he
paced silently along, his eyes bent on
The ground, and his hands clasped be-
hind his back. eT--T l.s :. !.
"And well l may look grave. sir. l
have just come from the funeral Of the
leveliest Young creature that ever
breathed. % "a a Z sEA4
"Ahs yon mean Mrs. Asbwinr, said |
Medford, a shadow of gravity on his
own eountenance. .'Poor thing! what
an unaccountable dispensation Of Prov
idence that wasl" a .s,ss |
''Nonsensei's shouted the old man.
fairly losing patience al was a clear
case of ,File,mprder- Nov don't look
so shocked Young sirEI doh1 mean to
say that Frank stabbed her or cut her
efroat1 but ] do assert he killed her
with -fashionables dress and fashionable
parties, and ten nstbossand other fashion
able folliesi Poor fellow-he is heart
brokeniiCese man was, but he's none
the less guilty of wife murderi', psa a
: 81 believe old DR.. Barclay is little
crazed, =" CALCULATED young Medford.
when the venerable EscuIapius had
passed on. - ssF a54 II -
; But there was great deal more CON-