Litchfield enquirer., 1870-10-27

honored foundations of society, a subver- glOn of heavens first and greatest lawl Had his wife held loaded revolver to his ear demanding money or life, the shock would have been no greater.
 . After this whom can trust?'he groaned, aloud, and Louise. entering, took in the full meaning of the tableau.
 % Tomr rushing forward to snatch the paper from him, T did not mean you should sec thatP
 He waved her back tragically. T shall keep ik Since you have stated the extent Of my liabilities to you, will discharge the debt though I ruin myself to do it. TT
 It tsn9 the moneyl It was just the feeling that I was not began, drag and . hindrance to youl' she protested, wildly. 2 tYet I felt I was doing wrong. I intended o tear the paper up. Forgive me, Toml I win never think of it again"
 No woman who really loved her husband could have made out this account, said MT. GarvaY. with tremendous emphasis, stalk in from the apartment.
 The week that followed was like night of years to Louise Garvay. Loving, ten- der hearted, and imid, the thought of her husbands displeasure was at all times suf- fcient Co deprive her of seh-command and courage. But of such fell certanity as this alienation. and through her fault, she had never dreamed. Trebly loyal by req son of the lesson she had received touch ing the perils of confdantes, she told Sa- l0me nothing of what she suffered and dreaded. She could not conceal the tra- ees of her pain, but she could and would hide from all about her the cause of tLe change. And Salome, grown wiser and tenderer in these sad days, asked no ques- tions, offered no advice. Tom was serious ly displeased, she saw, and Louise very wretched, and she longed to assume her lawful share of the wrath she supposed was excited by the affair of the check. But she durst not seem to offer herself as me. diator. She had had enough of interfer. ence. Of the discovery of Louise's com. putations in interest and addition she knew nothing, or she must have spoken. and de. fed the consequences.
 On the evening of the eighth day the climax came. Tom strode into his wife's room, and presented her with folded pa- per. Please give me a receipt for the a. mount in full, he said, haughtily.
 Louise had been suffering with a sick headache all day. Her nerves were un- strung. her frame weakened by sleepless nights and days of weeping. A deadly pallof overspread her countenance, and she hesitated to open the paper.
 You will find it quite correct, I believe, pursued Tom. But my books are, of course. subject to your inspection
 The folded slip was check for upwards of eighteen thousand dollars, payable to Louise Garvay or order.
 To the wife-punished, humbled, taught by experience what were the baleful fruits of presumption in the honorable estate to which she had been called-it was equiva- lent to deed of separation. Toms words had not been absent from her mind: T would allow my wife a separate mainte- nance forthwith, bid her go her way, and leave me to mine She cried out once, shrilly, like child under the lash, and tainted.
 The victory was complete-the triumph of masculine will and right. Tom felt it, but did not say so. when, on her recovery from the swoon which had really alarmed him for some minutes, he magnanimously took the shivering g, ,half-dead creature again Tn his cherishing arms, and engaged, at her earnest prayer, to tear up the check, and restore things to their normal basis.
 Don't talk of my having any means separate from yours,' she said, both arms about his neck, and nestling in his manly bosom. Il don't want to be independent of your
 Salome, upon the threshold, heard the appeal; bent upon the pair. unconscious of intrusion, one look of blended pity. indig- nation and contempt; and retreated. 'Vo- ting won't make women free and equal she said, subsequently,, to friend of wo. man's suffrage. Before you iberate any enslaved race, you should first gain the consentof the governed. '-Lady's Book