The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-05-20
My Huband's Second Wife.
A woMAN's REVELATION.

Ny husband came tenderly to my
side.
Are you going out this evening,
love ?'
"0f course | ami
looked down complacently at my
dress of pink crepe, dcw-drcpped
over with crystal, aud the trails of
pink nzalcas that caught up its folds
here and there. A diamond bracelet
encircled ono round white arm, and a
little cross blazed ftfully at my throat.
| had never looked better, aud | felt
sort of girlish pride as my eye met
the fairy reflection in the mirror.
Come, Gerald. make hpste!-why,
yon haven't begun to dress yet T.
Where we're my wilc!y instincts
that l did not see The hoggard. drawn
look in his features = the fevered
light in his eyes?
81 cant 90 tonight Madeline-I
am not well enough"
"You are never well enough to
oblige me, Gerald. / am tired of be.
ing put off with such excuses"
lie made no answer, but dropped
his head in his hands, on the table
before him.
"Oh come, Gerald" 1 urged, pet
ulantly' 1t is so awkward, for me to
90 alone al,cdysF
lie shook his head listlcssly.
~ thought perhaps you would be
willing to remain at home with me,
Madeline"
"Men are so selfish !" I said, plain.
lively; "aud | am oil dressed. Clau,
dia took halfan hour for my hair. |
dare say you'll be a great deal quiet
er without me-that is, if you are de.
termined not to 60"
No answer again.
"Woll, if you choose to be sullen,
[ can't help it, said, lightly, as |
turned and went out of tho room, ad
justing my silver boquct-holder, the
tuberoses and heliotropes seeming to
distill incense at every motion.
Was | heartless and cruel? Had
| ceased to love my husband From
the bottom OF my heart | believe that
| loved him as truly ard tenderly as
ever wife did, but had been so spoil
ed and petted all my brief. selfish life
that the better instincts we're, so to
speak, entombed alive.
L went to the party, and had my
fill Of adulation and homage as usual.
The hours seemed to glide away,
shod With robes and winged with mu-
sic and perfume, and it was not un
ill, wearied with dancing, | sought a
momcntary refuge in the half-lighted
tea room that heard words wakeniug
me, as it were, from dream.
"Gerold Glen
could not we'll be mistaken in the
name-it was scarcely commonplace
enough for that. They were talking
two or three stout, bpsincss-like
looking gentlemen--in the hall with
out aud | could catch, now and then,
a fugitive word or phrase.
"Fine, enterprising young fellow -
"great pity l'-''totally ruined, Sc
Bees and MeMorken say l'-''reck-
less extrayagance of his wifor'
All these vague fragments | heard;
and then some one said
"And what is he going to do now3''
"What can he do2 Poor fellow
am sorry but he should have cal
culated his income and his expenses
better"
"Or his ioife should. Deuce take
these women they are at the bottom
of all a mans troubles p
Aud they laughed Oh how could
they ? | had yet to learn how easy
it is, in this world, to bear other peo'
pies troubles
rose hurriedly up, with my hear
beating unanimously beneath tho
pink azaleas, and went back to tho
lighted corridors Albany Moor'
was waiting to claim my hand for thu
next redowa.
"Are You in. Mrs. ClonP Ho7
pale you look !"
III am not very we'll. / wisl
you would have my carriage called
Mr.. Moore"
For l felt now that home was tn
place for me
Hurried by some unaccountable i'm