Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1865-02-24
AlisteilaMeous.
Married Three Years.

Married Three Years.
"Wcll, Mary, why don't you tell hin
you wont stand this treatment 2" The
voice was remonstrative, almost vehe'
ment. 1t was quite evident that the
speaker was considerably stirred.
"There is no use, George. | have left
nothing undone to alter this state ol
things but l cannot move Robert Gro
yer; he seems to delight in making my
life miserable. The voice was not
passionate, but weary and plaintive.
Hes scamp" This laconic state
was intensified by strong blow which
sem shivcr through the small oval ta-
bic by which the speaker sat.
Mary, the wife of Robert Grover, did
not seem startled at the opprobrium which
inhered in the epithet bestowed upon her
husband, and yet she did not look like a
woman who was in anywise unused to
the hearing or the speaking of harsh
words. as she sat rocking to and fro, in
her low chair, u few feet from her broth
er, with her head resting upon its back.
it was daintiy poised and pretty shap-
ed head, with bright abundant hair, and
the face was a pratty one, too, with soft
outlines, and sweet lips, and eyes pleas
ant to look within. L think searching
analysis might have penetrated to some
wrong or want in the face which had its
meaning in something beyond. In cer-
tain phases of feeling like the present
there was disquiet and disappointment
about it which had its root in the charac-
ter, aud did not indicate u soul in har-
mony with true and Christian ideals OF
life.
"Only think, George, of my asking my
husband for new silk dress this morn.
ing. and haven't had one since last
April, and what do you think he said p
Il can't inagine, Mary; bat l
shouldn't be surprised at anything, after
what have heard"
"Wel, he went off into towering
passion, and declared that he never saw a
woman yet who had Il particle Of reason
or common sense, and that it was absurd
to talk to a man about silk dresses who
was likely to fail before night, and he iD-
sisted that it would serve the whole raey
right is VIC had 10 come down to iinsey-
woolscy, and spin and weave it ourselves,
as cur grandmothers did feeore US
George Humphreys leapcd back i'll his
chair, and lau ghcl outright, laugh
which was made up of Indignation an&l
amusement. Perhaps the latter ;!ium:h-
ed at this moment. That's just Ike Il
man." he s.id.-"Get one of them pro-
yohcJ, aud he's sure to 60 OH in this lash
ion.'
ut was anything to me lat a matter to
laugh at" subjoacI Mrs, Grover, i'll tone
which plainly showed that her brothers
merriment ut this junetuTe had hur;
her
"Oh, now, don't mind this, SIS. It.
outra gcous that you should Ic.imsu!ted IL
this fashion, an; you shan't he any more. "
"No, | don't intend to- answered
Mar Grover, firmly and quietly. live
'p auc Up my hthu 'iao 'ueoI '"'''-' az - !
Reached too terrible u pass for ne to bear
them any longer"
"Well, Mary, what are you goiug to
do now ?" asked the young man, with
solictudc. for there WAS aa ambiguous
threat in his sisters voice.
81 am going to leave my husband,
George Humphreys; | am going out ill.,
to the world to toll with my hands for my
daily bread rather than submit any long
er to his tyrauuies and insults" iic'
tones were raised to higher key ROW, as
though they would not admit of neither
argument or contradiction, and the flush
on her checks confirmed the words.
"Why, Mary has it come to tbs p
ashel George Humphreys, Stocked be-
tc, ,oLd future speech for the momcat.
."Yes, it has, George. You would not
have your own and only sister stay here
to drag out life which is worse than
DEATH" And great sob sweIled the
dainty tn, oat over the snowy lace ruff
ing. \
"No, | wouldn't Mary. darling' hi,
fraternal sympathios quiaAenug again
"Only didn't know but something might
be done before you take such step. lt's
never best to be rash, you know
II know it, George; but | haze re
aected on this subject for Il long time, aul
| take the step deliberately"
II wish you'd never seen that villain :
said George Humphreys, getting up, ane
pacing to and fro the small, prettill
furnished sitting room, where he and hi
sister were holding u conversation Oh
which hung all the happiness or misery
Of her future.
81 wish that | had never seen him.
end here the sob in the young wi!e's
throat baet in a gush of tears. "Oi
George, do you remember the dear Old
boys-and- girls days, when you and l were
so happy together in the cid home al
Walpole, aud how | used to sing the
Watcher and the .'Old Sexton" papa's
favorite, every night after supper, in the
parlor, and how papa would pull me on
his xucc afterward. and finger my curls
and you and | would have u chase around
the old hall? Those were. happy days,
George
Very happy days" And the young
mans voice struggled little. befofc it
conquered the words.
A"And do you remember farther back
still-the autumn days when you climbed
the great pear trees, and the yellowsf fruit