The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1866-06-09
Irivcs and excursions in the neighbor-

her blue eyes. 81 knew nothing of
these arrangements"
"No, my dear, | suppose not" said
Elwyn lazily. did you suppose
was going to come and ask your permis-
sion every time l wanted to drive out
with a lady or smoke cigar with two
or three gentlemen ?'
Rates lip quivcred, and she turned
quietly away. Charles Elwyn looked
after her with an aroused expression in
his eyes and half smile on his lip.
"Shc's jealous, Us livc!" he muttcr-
ed. "Jcalous of Aurora Raymond and
the pretty widow. Well, let her pout
it out at her leisure--it will never do to
encourage this sort of thing"
If he could have seen her few min
utcs afterward, just when he was whirl-
ing through the waltz with Miss Ray
mond's midnight curls floating over his
Misunderstanding in the silence Of her
own dimly-lighted room, the golden
hair all unlooscd from her hair-pins and
jcwelled comb, and her blue eyes look
ing like morning glories drowned in
rain-well, perhaps it would have done
him good, perhaps not. 1t is not always
best to let man know the full extent
of his power over that miserable little
captive, his wife. 1t is astonishing how
much the sex delights in tormenting its
victims. There is always one blessed
avenue of relief open to womankind,
however-a good cry! No wonder that
Kate Elwyn felt better when she wiped
away the shower of tears and brushed
back the lovely ripping trcsses from
her fevered forehead.
What shall l do?" she murmurcd
to herself, deluging her handkerchief
with rose-water, and trying vainlyto cool
her burning eyes "what ought to do ?
Oh, / wish | had never come away from
home; it's Il judgment on me for lcav-
ing my dear little babes in the hands OF
cold hirelings. / was happy before
ever thought of this hollow, dcceitful
whirlpool of fashion"
She burst into fresh floods of tears
as she remembered her husbands last
|
words.
at was cruel of him to speak ir
that cold, snecring way to me-" she
sobbed.
"Have lost all the spells he used totel
me possessed? If he only knew how
these things hurt me, | am sure he
would treat me in very different man
ner."
She sunk involuntarily back, as i
some rude hand had struck her, ant
Miss Raymond's clear, mclodious laugl
suddenly hoatcd up audibly through Tho
closed door of her room. And then sh'
set her compressed lips together, and ;
new look came into the liquid depths o
her wet blue eyes.
The gilded minute-hand of the carvct
Partisan clock on the mantel had trav
clled nearly twice around the circlct q
enamcllcd figures before Kate Elwyn lift
ed her gaze from the punches of Velvc
roses in the carpet. What was she pon
dering on?
"Sitting up, ch, Kate? Why,
thought you were tired to DEATH" sal,
Mr.. Elwyn, as he entered the room, ant
his wife laid down her book and wei
coined him with Il bright, careless smile
Yes, | have been so much interests
in that delightful book" eXclaime'
Kate enthusiastically. 81 do wish
knew whether Sir Guy gets the proper
ty or not.'
She has got over her sulis ama2
ingly quick" was the husbands inter
nal comment, as he kicked off hi
: boots and lazily unfastencd his lavcr
5 der ncck-tie.
| "Oh, thank you, Mr.. Elwyn, I've ha
= such Il charming ride!"
And Aurora Raymond sprang light
4 from the carriage step, one tiny, glove
+ hand resting lightly on Mr.. Elwyn
arm, the other holding up the folds
, her violet mantle. He touched his HI
p, gallantly as she tripped up the hot
. steps, all smiles and dimples.
) 81 wonder if Kate would like tur
: round Jackson Square before dinner" |
Y said to himself, consulting his COL
= watch. "Tll run up and see-poor Ii
tie thing"
|, lie sprang up the stairs, two steps
l. Il time, and burst into his wiie's room.
= "Put on your bonnet, puss, and we
take a ride" he exclaimed. "iall
l. she isn't here; what the mischief do
d she mean? ,"
l. No, she was not there; neither w
re her blue velvet hat with the white {
trich plume, nor the magnificent Cas-
ID mere shawl that had been sent from J
Of dia for her wedding present just fl
of years ago; and Mr.. Elwyn came slow
IL down stairs again, feeling much i
i'll cincd to get into II passion.
"Do you know where my wife is
~ lie asked Mrs. Artworth, Il lady w
If spent one-half of her time at the wi
IN dows, and the other half catechizing t
r servants, and who consequently knC
in all that was to be known concerni
peoples outgoings and incomings sc
IL orally.
mt "Shc's out riding in Colonel Warrli
at toms barOuchc-bccn gone ever sil
,al morning." returned the goo,ipping II
It's tron, with great promptitudc.
is "Out riding ?" Elwyn's brow &C
w tractcd.
to Strange-very strange" he mutt
on ed, "to drive out in that sort Of W
=" without SO much rs saying II word