The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-05-15

| Have made you understand Alright,
| T wonder. this little Woman's not I'M
| common tVpe of character II she had
had a stronger and deeper individuals
tv, she would have been less easy to
content. Now she asked only for
enonoh love. She had nature which
needed summer days and sunshine
! Inns ripe for kisses fond, smiling eyes;
| clinpin9 fingers. Love, per Sc, was
more to her than any particular lover !;
and, as she said, she had loved her hus.
band first. But love she must have, or
| life to her was utterly without hope or
SAVIOR, She had intellect enough to I'M
derstand Warnings tastes; but intellect
was not her speciality. She had little
originality, and could never make OF
her mind q kingdom. But she was
pure and sweet, with a native. born
Consciousness which would be likely to
carry her safely through places which
might have been full OF peril for far
stronper women; and a capacity for
self-devotion, If she could only be
loved tenderly enough to call 1t forth,
which in itself was infinite.
She remembered how said Warning
might be at this hour, and felt herself
an unfeeling monster because her heart
was growing so glad, as she bowled
along by her husbands side over the
pleasant country roads, with the sunset
| light upon the fair new-mown fields,
and the clouds, opening gates of flame
| into the celestial kingdom.
When they reached home at last,
after moon and stars had risen, her
husband lifted her out. and held her
moment in his arms while he kissed
| her. She felt herself blushing like
girl. AS for him, in this strife to win
her heart anew there was more OF ex-
| element and endeavor than he had
ever known In the easy days when he
was her lover. Having felt himself
| near losing her, he began to understand
how much keeping her was worth his
while.
She went indoors quite at fault with
herself Whom, then, did she love?
Gould it be that she was SO weak as to
be constant only to what was present?
Had Hugh Warnings strong tenderness
taken such slight hold on her light ma
ture that she could be happy with an
other on the very day he had gone away
sorrOwful?
Then she recollected that this other
ness only ought to lie. What then?
She would not think out her puzzle.
Instead, with hope young again In her
heart, she made her hair smooth, her
ress tasteful, and went down stairs to
sit in the moonlight beside the man
she had been tempted to flee away.
Do not ask me for running COM
mentary on my story. I show you q
woman as she was. II you cannot
comprehend her, or account tor her
moods, be sure that you are no worse
off than she was, for she did not at all
comprehend herself.
For few days, her husbands newly
born devotion made her happy. Then
a reaction came over her, and she was
wretched. The better satisfied she be-
came with him, the more dissatisfied
ar, G,a N1f n
he give her that abe did not think
Would he do this, and this, If he knew
how near had come to loving some one
else2' She grew at last to shrink Sc
cretlY from every demonstration OF
his love; and he, watching her keenly,
barrier between them, and wondered
sadly if his best endeavors were to fail,
and this wife of his heart was never
again 10 be FULLY and freely his own.
AZ for her, she grew thin and pale.
Her bright lips were bright no longer
her eyes had dark rings under them.
Night after night she lay awake and
thought, and thought, coming always
to the same conclusion-she had no
right to his love until he knew all, and
if he knew all, he himself would with
draw it from her. She was not ready
to trust him, because he had been so
old for his years, so fixed in his ways,
months Of their married life, that she
could not believe 1t would be in his
power either to understand or to for
give her. SO she went on bearing her
burden through slow days and silent
nights until the anniversary OF her
wedding day came round.
Through the day, her uncle and his
wife were with them, and few other
friends. The little festival was of the
husbands planning and the wife felt
that in barely living through 1t, in
hearing and answering congratula-
tions upon her happy tate, she had gone
to the uttermost limit of her Endurance.
The guests wondered at this white, still
wrath, this unwifelike bride, this wO-
man whom a single year seemed 10
have turned to stone. Joseph Hanna
ford's heart sank within him. Was
nothing. then, LETT for nun put 10 plant
rosemary over the grave of his hopes?
How thankful he was when the last
guest was gone. He came then and
stood beside his wife, and drew ring
from his pocket.
Il don't know that you will care for
it now,' he said; but l got this ring to
give you as the token of a new bridal.
II you could love me to-day as we'll as
you did one year ago, think could
make you happier, for l understand
better what love means to women
She drew away the hand he had
taken. A brilliant color famed in her
checks, and her heart thrObbed chok-
ingly, but a courage which was half
desperation shone from her eyes. She
spoke passionately.
you must not put that ring on; you
must never say one tender, loving word
to mo again until you know me just as
am.'
Then, told fearlessly, steadily. liter
ally, without reserve or concealmnnt,
the history came. l was the story OF
her whole married life; her disappoint-
ment because he did not love her
enough; her patient little endeavors to
please him, which bore no fruit; then
Hugh Warnings interest aud tenderness;
and. last of all, his love and the strong
temptation it was to her. And then
she cried, almost with sob-'1t has
nearly killed me to have you SO good
and kind as you have been lately. Eve
cry fond word or deed has pierced me
IKE knife, for 1 have thought how
different you would be If you knew II
all, And the more l loved you, the
more wretched was.
He took her close into his arms, In a
clasp which meant peace, and pardon,
and above all, love. He bent over her,
and said fondly-'Dear, l did know 1t
all, ever since the night before Waring
left, and it never turned me from you
for a single hour. blamed myself too
much to blame you.
She felt as if her heart, which had
been breaking with woe before, would
burst now with rapture.
'Joe,' she cried, you are divine!
mo, dear, very human; but l love
you. Are you ready TO wear my
So. in the gathering darkness, he