The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1869-01-28
LOVE AND DIAMONDS.
My husband came tenderly to my side.
Are you going out this evening, love?


Are you going out this evening, love?
',Of course am
T looked down complacently at my
dress of pink Grape, dew dropped over
with crystal and the trails of pink azaleas
that caught up its folds here and there
"A diamond bracelet encircled one round
white arm, and little cross biazoned
ftfully at my throat. | never looked
better, and | felt sort of girllsh pride as
nv ewes met the fairy reflection IN the
mirror.
sCome, Gerald, make haste. Why,
you hayn't begun to dress yet
Where were my wifely instincts that
/ did not see the iiaggard, down look IN
This features-the fevered light In his
eyes?
Il can go tonight, Madeline-I am
not we'll enough.
You are never well enough to obllge
me, Gerald. am tired of being put off
with such excuses
He made no answer, but dropped his
head in his hands on the table before
him.
ooh, come, Gerald, [ urged petulant
ly, it is SO awkward for lie to go alone
.dt,oaysr
He shook his head listlessly.
4 thought perhaps you would be vii
ling to remain at home with me, Made
line
MEN are selfshl' [ said plaintively;
"and [ am all dressed, Claudia took half
an hour for my hair | dare say you Il
Re great deal nuieter without ma-that
is ify you are determined not to go.
No answer again.
''Well, if you choose to be sullen [
cant help it., [ said lightly, as turned
and went out of the room, adjusting my
boquet holder, the tube roses and hello
tropes seeming to instil incense at every
motion.
Was I heartless and cruel? Had I
ceased to love my husband? From the
bottom of my heart [ believe that | low
e1 him as truly and tenderly as ever wife
did but [ had been SO spoiled and pet
ted all my brief, selfish life, that the
better instincts were, SO to speak, en-
m Ell alive
[ went to the party and had my fill Of
:aduitatIon and homage, as usual. The
hours seemed to glide away shol with
roses and winged with music and perfume,
and it was not until weared with dancing,
| sought momentary refuge in the half
lighted tea-room, that | heard words
weakening me, as it were, from-a dream.
Gerald Glenn!
I could not well be mistaken in the
name = it was scarcely commonplace
enough for that. They were talking
two or three business like looking gen
tlemen-in the hall without and could
catch now and then fugitive word and
phrase.
Fine enterprising young fellow -
IL,
& McMorken say l"-"Reckless extra
vagance of his wife =
All these vague fragments [ heard;
and then some one said; And what Is
he going to do now?'
'sWhat can he? Poor fellow I am
sorry; but he should have calculated his
income and expenses better"
'sOr his wife should Oh, these wo-
men; they are at the bottom of all a
mans troubles !"
And they laughed. Oh, how could
they? | had yet to learn how easy it is
in this world to bear other people S
troubles
l rose hurriedly up with my heart beat
ing unanimously beneath the azaleas,
and went back to the lighted saloon. Mr..
Albany Moore was waiting to claim my
baud for the next dance
Are you ill, Mrs Glenn? How pale
yeu look!''
IL am not very we'll. | wish you
would have my carriage called, Mr..
Moore"
For I now felt that home was the
proper place for me.
Hurried by some unaccountable i'm
pulse, | sprang out the moment the,
carriage wheels touched the curbstone
and rushed up to my husbands room.
The door was locked, but could see a
light shining family under the threshold.
j knocked wildly and perristently.
,,Gerald, dear Gerald for heaven
sake, let me IN.
Some hing fell on the marble hearth
stone within, making a metallic click, an4
any husband opened the door little way
I had never seen him looked so pale be
fore. or SO rigid, yet 50 determined
WHO are you?" he demanded wildly
i.Why can not YOU leave iae IN peace
1T is [, Gerald-your Madeline you
own little wife.
And I caught from his hand the pisto
he was trying to conceal in his breast-it
mate Law on the marble hearth, under tn,
,nantel-a | flung il out of the window
"Gerald, would you have left me?''
81 would have escaped - he cried
still half delirious, to all appearances
"Debt disgrace misery-her reproach
es, [ would have escaped them ali
His head tell, like that of a weary chll'
ca my shoulder. [ drew him gently to
sofa, and soothed him with thousan'
,nurmured words-a thousand mute Ca
resses For had it not been my fault?
Aud through all the long weeks of feve
that followed, nursed him with unwav
ering care and devotion [ had but on
thought one desire, TO redeem myself ii
his estimation, to prove to him that wa
something more and higher than tn
mere butterfly of fashion had hilbert,
shown myself
Well, the March winds had howle,
themselves away into their mountain fast
ness; the brilliant April raindrops wer
dried on bough and spray, and now tn
apple blossoms were tossing their fragrar
.biIloxs OF pinky bloom in the deep blu
air of latter May.
&c Where were we now?
It was picturesque little villa, not f;
out of Pittsburgh, furnished very like
magnificent baby house. Gerald sat in
cushioned easy chair in the garden, whel
he could glance through the open windo
ut me, working busily with my needle
''What an industrious fairy it isl /
said, smiling sadly.