Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1867-12-19

past week; and yet you have not ever
alluded to such a visitor to me. Wha
does it mean, Violet"
She averted her face; it wore trou
bled. anxious look, yet there, was dan
cling, mischieVous sparkle in her blue
eyes.
Violet" he went on, seeing that she
did not reply, "you can't tell how this
thing troubled me. Can't you trust me,
Violet-me, your husband Explain il
all, entreat you, and end my torturing
doubt" aas
She looked up, her eyes full of tears.
You doubt me, Guy?" she said,
mournfully.
81 don't want to doubt you, Violet,
would sooner die; but it is strange to
say the least, that you should have such
visitor every evening, yet never men.
ton it to your husband. Bat believe
you can make it all clear and satisfacto-
ry. Do so, Violet, and let US be happy
again"
Still she said nothing.
"Violet, won't you speak 90
She shook her head sadly.
"NO, Guy, l have nothing to say"
He started TO his feet, white with ex.
element.
Nothing to say, Violet? Will you
not tell me who that man is, and what
he wanted 2"
She shook her head sloly, repeating,
81 have nothing to say"
Then he rushed from her presence,
down the stairs, out into the open air,
his head throbbing as if it would burst.
"Oh Z" he moaned, sinking down on
the turf, chow shall l ever endure it {!
My wife-my darling wife, my Violet,
that loved SO much can it be true g
is she false to me 2"
But no one answered him only the
little birds chlrped and cooed amid the
green leaves, making him envy their
happiness. He remained there wrapped
in solemn thought, until the stars came
out. He would not be rash; be would
bear with her to the very last. Perhaps
she would change her mind, and tell him
the whole truth. He was ready aid
willing to forgive her and love her all
the same, no matter how deeply she might
erred. He arose and went 10 the cot
tage. Violet looked little pale, and
was q trife more serious than Hsnal--that
was all. She did nor even aliude to the
mdller nIgnt passed another
evening came.
He dismissed bis schoot at noon, and
came home, concealing himself in the
shrubbery.i Hours went by and at last,
instead of seeing the strager coming, as
be had expected, he saw him leave the
house. He had been there the entire af-
ternoon, in his cottage with his wife. HIS
face grew white with anger, and he
cleared the hedge at bound. He would
overtake him-force him into an expla-
nation. But the stranger was too quick
for him; he had crossed the lawn, and
was out of sight in the wood beyond be.
fore Guy could overtake him.
He turned back, aggravated and dis
appointed, and made his way TO the
house. His head burned and throbbed,
and a stronge feeling filled his heart; he
had never felt so before, or locked so
either. for the little Sc rvanl girl CHANGING
to meet him in the yard, shrieked, and
ran out of his way. He was a desper.
ate man--almost dangerous one-Guy
Hilliard, the good. natured, quiet, we'll
disposed young schoolmaster. Truly,
jealousy is as strong as death, as cruel as
the grave.
Violet looked up quietly from the lit
tie froCk she was embrOidering as he
entered.
"You are early this evening, dear"
she said, pleasantly. -
He made her ho answer. Her gen.
tleness seemed to increase his wrath
she was so arlful, go cunning and treaOh-
erous-and he had loved and trusted her
so. 0@
"Violet" he said, boarsely, throwing
himself on a chair, :'you see that am
almost insane. l cannot bear this sus-
pense any longer-I will not bear it. AS
your husband, / demand an explanation
saw that man leaving the house again
few minutes ago, and he has been
here for hours. Violet, / want to know
what it means 2"
She bent lower over her work, but
made no answer"
"Violet," he went on, his agitation
increasing at a fearful rate, 81 cannot
live with you if you persist in keeping
this secret from me. My wife must have
no skeletons in her closet. l have borne
it as long as can--as long as l will. ]
command you now to tell me all. to make
everything clear, or henceforth our lives
are divided 2" -."
Violet was very pale. and her fingers
trembled nervously as she stitched away
at her embroidery; still, that little, dan
cling, mischievous sparkle lit her eyes.
Violet, will you explain % urged her
excited husband.
"Nc, SIR; have no explanations to
make"
He rose to his feet white and stern.
"Then you are no wife Of mine. /
cast you of-wash my hands ofyou! You
can go back to your father, and Tell him
that you have blighted my life and brok-
en- my heart"
She rose also, and gathered up her
babe. ~
"Iwill go, Guy" she replied, very
quietly.
He stood still where she left him, list
ening to her light footsteps ascending
the stairs. Was he AWAKEN bis sens