The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-01-23
THE THREE WIDOWS.

"Very sad very sad, indeed = said Mr.
Emanuel Dovedale; why was [ not ap-
piled to sooners" and giving orders for his
long CATERS and waterproof coat he told
his housekeeper that he must have an
early dinner for he had very long walk
before him that afternoon.
"Will you not have conveyance Of
soma kind, sir? 1t never suited you to
walk directly after eating"
well drive to-day. 1t won't hurt me for
once" he said, looking away from her, for
he hoped she would take the hint and go,
as be did not wish TO pursue the subject
any farther.
Sarah understood, and went, but came
back again, say ing, 1 was going to bake
the pigeou-pie to day
Yes, very good; it will do nicely" said
Mr. Dovedale; with indlscreet briskness,
adding, " it will be just the kind of dinner
to fortify me for my walk"
But the oven," said Sarah, Selling the
cue thus imprudently given; Il can't get
that oven hot enough to bake that pie by
half past two: 1t is impossible"
Mr.. Dovedale glanced at the time, and
gave a shrewd guess at what made it i'm
possible, but only replied:
well, what you can get ready Do, for
must not wait beyond half past two, even
for pigeon-pie.'
Sarah slowly, reluctantly retreated
Her master did not consider himself quite
safe till q minute or two had elapsed, and
then he unfOlded his newspaper and said
with smile, &c / shall lave the pigeon.
pie!'
And SO he had; for, having punished
him for changing the hour. and exposing
himself to the danger of indigestion by
the threat, the housekeeper took the oven
in hand, and soon convinced it that the pie
must be baked.
An hour after it had been served up,
Mr. Dovedale was walking with firm,
quick step, stick in hand, gathered and
waterproofed, along the streets of London
As his errand was charitable one, and
his own meaHs were appropriated almost
TO the extent of his power before
the year began Chat is he planned out ali
he could spare for the year in January in
to certain channels. leaving little for
chance charitiesl, he determined, for the
purpose of increasing his funds, to cali On
few friends in his way to the house OF
BORROW whittier he had been invited.
Thirty twol yes, thirty-two," he said
knocking at the door Of handsome house
sis Mrs. Wickwork at homer"
' Yes, sir" said the footmap, aud led the
way to the receiving room.
By the side of brilliant fire, surround
ed by bright steel in every direction, on
the surface of which its reflections danced
much. She wore g widows dress She
was pale and serious looking. She had q
book in her hand. Her chair was softly
cushioned, and on the rich rug an embroid
cred stool supported her fest.
"AhI Mr. Dovedale this is indeed
kind. 1t is g treat 1 didn't expect sht
exclaimed, half rising as her cisiser en-
tered the room.
Il am afraid it is long time since
was here" he said "but you are rather
out of my beat 1 AM glad to see yot
Improvement on out of-doors; such fos
You can cut II, my housekeeper says
it Is real wet blanket in your face
chills you, Chokes you, and smothers YOU
all at the same time"
Mrs. Wickwork languidly smiled, ant
shook her head and sighed. I'm sure
don't know what should make me lool
WELL" she said 81 have suffered muci
since l saw YOU"
Indeed! Anything-s" fresh, Mr.
Dovedale would have said, but he didn'
like to do it except by shooting up his eye
brows in an inquiring manner.
w nat new sOIIOW 90 L want ASKED
the lady, the tears slowly filling her eyes
cit is just six months to-day since"
MIR. Dovedale saw the white handker
chief on its way to her face. He heartily
wished he had known the day of MI
Wickwork's demise. and had called tn,
next day, or day after; however, he KEEP
silent until he thought she was calm, anc
then said gently, There are privileges
attached to sorrow, and VIXEN the severity
of the blow is past we are able to consoles
them, to -" enjoy them, he would have
said, but the word sounded harsh in tn.
presence of widows tears, and as hs
couldn't think of better, he subsi0ed into
close.
"The severity of an sfiiction like min,
cannot pass. ! can never suffer less, sait
Mrs. Wickwork.
Mr.. Dovedale was very sorry, and h,
said SO. He said more; he added, that i
the suffering did not grow less the consols