The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1867-03-12
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no movement in answer. He raped again

no movement in answer. He raped again
and then called.
"Maggie, are you asleep"
He was sorry, eager to make all right
between us, | could tell by the tone of his
voice, Yet replied stubbornIy,
"No; but DO not wish to be disturbed. :
avery well" and the moment after |
heard the street door close behind him
1t was very late when he returned. l
bad unlocked my door, certain that he
would come in; but, to my iufinite surprise
and aggravation, he passed on to his dress
ing room, without even 50 much as paus-
ing. We had never spent single night
apart since our marriage; ami it seemed
terrible TO lie there a'one. Once or twice
| was sorely tempted to 60 to him, and
beg him to forgive me; but my piide kept
ne hack. | was not to bIame-I had
tried to please him, After ali, aunt Debhie
was in the right, | ought net to have tnar
ried 50 "oung. Oh, If I were only girl
again! The fetters. which had hitherto
seemed only siiken bonds of love, cut like
CALLING chains. Toward day break despite
my burning hand and aching heart fell
into a troubled sleep, from which | did
not awake until late III the morning. |
hurried down to the kitchen, determined
il possible, to atone for the dellnquencles OF
the previous evening.
But aunt Debbie had forestallei me. l
found the kitchen in trim order, and a
breakfast on the stove, that Dorcas herself
might have cooked. Owen WAS waking
ny and down, uneasilv; and aunt Debbie
was evidently endea, ering to quiet him.
He turned sharply as entered.
Il glad you've come down, Maggie" he
said Il didn't think you'd indulge your
temper 50 far as to absent yourself from
the table"
His words set me all al'laze.
II shall do as please" retorted.
"UndoubtedIy,' replied he, turning on
his heeL you've given US good proof OF
your seIf-"ill already"
"And you've given me as good proof OF
your good manners, 10 say no more insult
ING me last night in the presence OF
stranger, after | had doHe the best | coald
| replied
Your best, Mag?" with singing con-
tempt, "Heaven save US from your worst
them"
You shall be saved from any such eff
forts of mine for the future, sir. Cooking
wasn't my vocation before | married-lt
shant be now"
Il trust not for the sake Of my inner
man"
His bantering sarcasm stung me. l
broke out pas>ionately.
"lf YOU had been a good husband you
wouldn't have left me here with all this
drudgery on my hands. / was net raised
for cock"
"Mores the pity"
"Mores the pity that married you,
you'd better say" | went on, bursting into
tears. 81 wish / had listened to my friends
ut 1t not too late 10 remedy the evil now
| shall 60 back to my father"
81 wish you would"
The response startled me into my senses.
Did he really wish so? l turned to read
the truth in his eyes. but he WAS gone. We
had nQ breakfast that morning. The day
went by drearlly. | was busy all the time
packing up my trunks. Aunt Drbbie re-
mon>trated and persuaded, but finding me
fixed In my determination, left me to my
self Toward night | had everything IN
readiness, my trunks locked and labeled. /
hurried on my thing and started out, fear
ing to look back lest my heart should fail
me. On tue threshold strong hand held
me back
"Maggir what does This mean p
I'm going hcme-that's all
40 leave me, Maggie ~
| could scarcely command my voice, the
temde, words, and sad besreching eyes
thr led me so; but | managed to falte &.
Yes, YOU wished me to go!"
"Oh, Maggie, Maggie You know | didn't
mean it-you know how | love you, hi
arms claSpIng ne, his kisses raining on my
f,ce. "Come back, darling, come back, and
LII never tiud fault again
Il did my best, Owen sobbed cling
inc 10 his breast.
Il know you did, poor, little Mag. For
give me and Iii never grieve you an, |
more Come, now, dry your tears au4
"ei both go down and try our hands AT
getting up supper together"
| was only too glad to obey him. W.
went down hand in hand, and everything
worked like magic, made buns, and he
made coffee That was our first and last
/ lsrrel.
We are growing old now, but every year
,nly brings our welded hearts more CLOSELY
and 10y the blazing hearth we tel
he story Of that .ong gone trouble to our
."o blooming daughters that they may
,hun the breakers upon winch our happl.
hess came 50 near being wrecked.