The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-04-09
B0VB AND DFAMeNDs.
4 storvof Vvoman,s Devotion.
Ny husband came teuderlE q my side
Are you going out this evening lOysP

let ebcircled one round white arm, and lit
lie cross blazoned filfullY ct ny throat.
knsver looked better, and islts SORT of girl
ish pride IS ny eyes met the fairy rejection
in the mirror.
Come, Gerald, make haste Why you
haven't begun TO dress yet
where were my wifeIy instincts MAT
did not zee The hsggard, doFH lq9k q his
features-the fsVered light in bis eyesl
I can't go to-uight, MEdsline-l'an not
well enough. lee - iasa1
! you srs never well enough to Oblige me,
Gerald I am tired Of being pOt0f with
such excuses. e71o-r1fr
He made 20 answer, but dropped his head
/ in his hands on the table befors him..
Oh, come Gerald urged pslulantly, It
is so awkward for me to 20 alone always
He shook his head listlsssly. li
thought, perhaps you would be willing
to remain at home With me, Madeline.
Men are selfisbh / said pl4iutiFeiy, and
/ am all dressed. claudia took half an hour
for my hair 1 dare say you'll Be great
deal quister without ms-that Is. Il you are
determined not 70 CO. ,-tg
No answer again.
well, If you choose to be sulieD,7 I can't
help it, said lightly, as l turned aud went
out Of the room, adjusting my bOqust-hold-
er, the tube roses and heliOtrOEes seeming
to distill incense at every motion.
Was 1 heartless and cruel? Had ceased
to love my huspand7 From the baton Of
my heart, / believe that | loved him as iru-
| " and tenderly as ever wife did; but I had
been 80 spoiled and petied all ny brief,
/ selih life, that the better instincts were -
to speak, entombed alive. ELI
| went to the party, and had my fn Of
/ ,A,,1f Nd
hours teemsd tOglide away ,sbOd with roses,
and winged with music and perfume, and It
was not until, wearied with dancing sought
/ q mOmentsry refuge in the hGlf-hg kted tea
room, that I heard awakening me- as it Fsra
| from a dream.
could not well be mistaken in the name
1t was scarcely commonplace enough for
that They were talkiug--;W0or three bust.
ness-like looking gsntlemen-in the hall
without, and I could catch now and then q
/ fugitive word or nPhrase. 'ka Is 69ss
Fine enteFprising young fslloVi,-' Great
pity - Totally ruined, 50 Bees & McAor-
ken saysl'-'Reekless extravagancs of his
wifi ?
All these vague fragmSnts I heard and
then some one said, And Vhatsis he going
Whist can heY P6or fellow iIasn soTry.
but he should have csloulatsd hisineemsand
expenses better
tOr bis vile should. lseh, l6sss w6n,eu.
they are at The bottom Of al nan troublssl'
Aud they laughed. Oh, how could theyg
had yet to learn how easy It Is "a this
world to bear other peoples tT01hlesl
l rose hurriedly up, with my heart beating
tumultuously beneath the eaSsleas and went
back to the lighted saloon. Mr.. Albany
Moore was waiting 10 claim ny had for The
next daneeP Ts-i
''Are you i'll, Mrs. Glsnn2 How pale
you lookr
sI-I am not very welr I wish you
would have my carrisgs called, Mr.. Moore. 4"
For 1 nov felt that home was the proper
place for me. faf1 "a lsrBsssfT
Hurried by some unaccountable impulse. I
sprang out the moment the carriage wheels
touched the eurbstOne, and rushed I'D to,ny
husbands room. The door was locked, but
could see light shining family under The
threshold. Knocked wildly and persistent
ly. sg1E5AFFo3
"Gerald, dear Gerald for heavens sake,
lst me inl" =-1fs-r 8 ..t,srr -sr
Something fell on the marble hsarthst5ns
within, making metallic click, and my hus-
band opened the door little way. had
"
rigid yet so determined - shb
t'Who are yOuf" be demanded vildlr.
"Why can you not leave me in peaeeg7
at IS I, Gsrald-your Madeline A50dr
own little wife. is4lt .a
And caught from bis hand The pistol he
was trying to conceal in his breast : its u5sts,
lay on the marble hearth, under The mautls
-and flung it out Of the window,
2 Gerald would you have left nS4Iis.s.
would have asosPsd {. he cried SIN half
delerious,1 to all appearances. Debt DIS
grscs-misery-he reprOaehsst aRould
have escaped them all ! s.-.-.-f
His head fell, ike that Of a weary child.
on my shoulder ] drew him % soa, and
sooihed him with 4 thousand murmured
words-a thousand mute earesses. For had
Il not been all my fzult9 aug72 4.
AID through tie long weeks Of fear that
followed, / nursed bin With unwavarinP
care and devotion had bus onal tio7thf
ons desire, to redeem myself in bis sstma-
ton, to prove to him that I was something
more and higher Than tbs mere batae5Hy ef
fash on bad hitherto shown myself
Well, the March winds had hoBled hem
selves awsy into thar m0Eatain Eztuesss,
the brilliant April drops were dlied on
bough aud spray, and nov the arpls bios
SONS we're tossing theitgfraEEsBt ibiIfuv5 Of
pinky bloom in the deep blue air sf later
May. @ t193 afc6 -
Where we're We nowg r "a lrrsE
II was picturesque little villa. pob Ear
out Of Pittsburgh, furnished like 4 rra41id.
cent baby house. Gerald sat in A ,.sf-33BD1d
easy chair in the garden, Ehere he could
glance through the open window al me,
working busily with NY needls.4
What an indurtriOus fairy it is he said,
smiling sadly. -.-zr
Wsn; you see 1 like it. It's a great deal
better than those souaias on the piano. q
Who would even have thought You would
make so notable a house keeper g''-A'-'-''
laughed glesfully : Iehsd allaoehihs
delight in being praised.
a Are you not going to Miss Ueiancey's
croquet partyR' he pursued. 1s= srBs
No; (; what do care for croquet Darties2
I'm going to finish your shirts, and You'll
read aloud to me.
Madeline, I WantTeu tOlsnswsr me one
what's itY y edf % tHioq sH
tWhat have you done with your dia.DoEdsF
4 sold them lO0g ago I; they paved sever
al heavy bills, besides settling hall yeat's
rent here ~ troafr 80 F1 80,
1 But Madeline, yOq we're 50 proud Of
l was oncei now thay would Be abe btt-
teTest reProseh my eyes 10 meet. Oh, Ger
aid, had been less vain and 'thoughtless,
and extraVsgant - rre-ssdgs Is Ss0r-Trr
l checked myself and a robin singing in
the perfumed depths Of apple blossoms, sook
up the dropped current Of sound. u - a
That's right little rsdbEeast, said my
husband, bali iOkiuglY,, talk ber down.
ohe has forgotten that our past IS dead and
gone, and that We have turned over new
page in the book Of existeneel Madeline. do
you know how feel, Sometimes, when sit
and look atyeuY'1G. Y-s7s0msfl sd
sWsn, I fesflike a widower wbO.bas mar.
red again. = -eu Z 80 -
Ny heart gave a little superstitious iump.
Like a widower Who has m1rried s6aib.
GeraldT 7 ,oT-~,
Yes, can remember my first wife-a
brilliant, thoughtless child, without anv iities
beyond the gratifcatiOn of present Ebii1s
"a spoiled play thing Well, that lnne
Madeline has vasished away into the past
iomeVhere; she has gone away to retnra 70
ne no more, and in her stead, / behold my
IeeOnd Eife,A-a tbOugbtful tender woman.
whose watchful love surrounds ne like. IN
atmosphere, whose character grows more
lobls, and develops itself into new deptBSl ef
'eauty every day-lli---
was kDesling at bis side now, With my
yes looking into his.
And which do yofi love best Gersif-afbs
rSt or second Wife2 81, ,f,,-
i think the trials and vicissitudes through
Thich we have passed are welcome iHdeed
ince they have brought me. asthsir harvest
'uits, the priceless treasure of my second
-ife.'
That was what Gerald answered me-Ltbs