The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-02-27
"Mine al! myowu7 And my ,eWels ?

"Mine al! myowuf And my eWels ~
"All your own, too"
~ am glad of that" she said earnestly.
ayes. After all my affairs are settled
can still take a clerkship, and keep you
and the children above want"
There was long silence Unheeding
her rich dress, Maude came to her hus-
bands arms, pillowing her head upon his
shoulder, and whispering low, loving
words of comfort, caressing him with her
little soft hands, and lavishiug upon him
every word in the vocabulary of affection;
while Hattie, in her gentle, tender voice,
offered her consolation and love as freely if
not with such eager demonstrations.
1t was nearly day dawn before they left
the room. At the door, Mauds suddenly
stopped
"WiIfred," she said eagerly, "you said
sum, more than you could command,
would save you now. Whar sua ?'
'If bad thirteen thousand dollars be-
fore this day week ! c"ntu 80 "". OF
course we should have to live very eco
nomically for long time before | could
entirely recover my position, but still, |
could meet present liabilities aud art
anew. But what's the use of discussing
it ?"
mo use at al" said Hattie decidedly.
"Good-night,
"No use at all" said Maude down in
her heart "Wc'lI see, Miss Hattie. |
am to live in this big house, with all this
expensive furniture and keep all my jew
els and fnery ,and my husband is to work
himself into his grave earning salary to
keep it ali up"
The next day, with grave face, e,yet in
his heart the warm appreciation of his
wifes repentant love, Wilfred Farquar
went to his counting house, while Maude,
to Hattie's Innifte astoniShment, left
Willie, still fretful and siling, for NOR
ming drive She was gone several hours,
and finally came IN radiant with beauty
and in high spirits. Day after day these
long morning drives were taken, Willie
recovering by Hattie's care, aud Wilfred
finding every evening a chatty, cherry
little wife in quiet home dress, waiting
for him.
The fateful week was drawing to close
One day only remained, when evening
found the trio again assembled round the
sittlug room fire. Maude's face was full
of tender love, as she knet in her old
caressing way a: her husbands feet.
"Wilfred darling" she said, laying her
cheek against his hand, II am going to
move tomorrow"
"Move?"
ayes. Brother John has rented me
one of his little houses in L street. They
are new and very comfortable, quite large
enough tor cur small family Sister
Sarah has helped me select pretty low
priced furniture, and found me a good
girl. have sold this house furnished,
and all my jewels, and there are fifteen
thousand dollars waiting tor you in the
Bank. Let ne cry p for she was sob
bing in the fulness of her joy, ooh, Wil-
fred, [ will be better wife and mother
Hattie will teach me aud help me,and you
will be as indulgent over my new blum
ders as over my old foilies, will you not2'
She was laughing again now.
"My little wife," he said in low, full
tones, "whose heart | never knew No
more child, a plaything, but woman
to trust as we'll as love. Oh, Maude, by
the new bond between US, for the new
love and trust | can be thankful now for
the Impending Ruin "
SNOW FLAKES IN A BALL-RooM-
writer in Once Week gives the following
singular illustration of the condensation
of sapor, which always ensues when cold
air mingles with warm. The scene was in
a ball room in Moscow
"The heat of the room having become
intolerabe one of the gentlemen opened
the top part of one of the windows 4
+ cold gust Of wind blew suddenly in thro'
. tho oman ui n 40 nd tho heated air NJ h u h