The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-02-03

spoken in the library the other night.
was sorry the very minute afterward. @
"And I was sorry also. Mrs Maillard
Any exhibition of impetuousness-tem
per, might say-disgusts me- | think
my wife ought to know that, and avoic
such OCCASION But forgive you" 81
Dir. Maillard said this as lofty as though
he was judge pronouncing a sentence
as though he himself was not the cause. q
it ALL A chill ran through poor Alice
veins. She had read of lovers quarTelS
land trifing arrangements between the
married-but here was a new phase.
Sne had expected to be taken to her hus
bands heart and restored to happiness
again. She never dreamed of thus being
thrown off, baffied by that cruel will--sIe,
who was all heart and affection If he
was only downright with her-would
even scold her roundly-then the tempest
would pass. But no, there was only his
lofty assumption Of superiority. She was
cast back upon, herself, and could say
nothing, Chilled, amazed, hupailiated,
and half stunned by the turn the matter
had taken, the girl wife turned to her
Maxwell Maillar.d sat for perhaps a half
hour ere he left the, parlor, buried in a
reverie. But his thoughts were not of a
softened character. One could have seen
that by the lips that they were still close
~ shut, and the expression loftriumph that
rested in his bright blue, eyes, Had this
man a heart, and did it hold throb, of
love for his wife ?, 80 ,,..,e-.f.l,,iaT J
Yes, he thought So He had been a
most ardent yooer; he, unbent to enslave,
and subdue, and win, and no younger
years ever could have so, completely over
powered the sensitive, impnlsiye, beauti-
full Alice Annable, as this stately, hand
some, .middle.aged gentleman. Yes. he
loved her with strong imperious love,
such as men of his type ;feel-a selfish
love, in that she ministered to his pride
of possession, but he loved himself more.
And, as he sat there after she had left
him, the expression of his eyes Interpreted
the thought" intended to let her suf
fer. And intend that she shall suffer
more It is not mans place to yield
A wife's spirit shouad be broken to her
husbands When think sheis sufficient
" punished,, I shall take her back to my
heart again"
: And the poor girl above Was taking
her first lesson in that bitterest knowledge
that ever comes to woman's heart-the
realization that She is treated unfairly and
She half doubted that she
had heard her husband speak at all.
Had he even answered her? she asked her
self. How very far apart they seemed still.
Was this the reconciliation to which she
had looked forward? She shut her eyelids
hard, to press back the hot tears and
nnrmured, with a little sob: "And yet,
when one loces, it is SO easy to forgive"
Poor Alice! "The mills Of the gods
grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly
small" One day, that imperious man will
weep bittercr tears than he is now caus-
ing you. 3fhH az ~. - -
g Days, and weeks, and months followed
that first rupture between Maxwell Mail
lard and his wife, and though to all OUT
ward appearances they were attentive,and
in society, as happy as ever, yet Alice felt
that the gulf between them had never
been bridged She had, indeed, often
essayed to fling across it the rosy bands of
affection; but in that chill, icy air, they
had withered speedily ere they reached
him on the other side. And yet, had any
one come to that man, and said to him,
+" You are to blame, and are daily adding
to your sin'' he would have Indignantly
denied it. qa
The truth was, his imperious will, pam
pered by that first entire submission on
the part of his wife, had grown with
what it fed upon, until it overshadowed
his whole nature Had Alice been diff
ferent wonan-less submissive, les I'M
pulsive, more persistent of her rights
even had she, in acknowledging her err
ror, thrown portion of it where it just
ly belonged, on his head, angry though
he might have been, he would eventually
have found will that matched his own +;
but she was not of that class. High-spi-
rited she certainly was, but most affec-
tomato, and with the greatest sense of
honor and delicacy for the feelings of
others, and it was often a marvel to her
self how she had been betrayed into that
reply e. 3 IS
Situated as she now was, Alice grew
daily more unhappy. Week after week.
month after month went by, and she hun
gered after the word of love that never
came. Sometimes, goaded almost to ag-
ony by his slow torture, she grew capri
cious but the cool eyes, the lofty manner,
and that steady negative course of her
husband-neither repellant nor inviting
only added to her sorrow. "Her spirit
is not broken yet" Mr. Maillard said to
himself; and so he kept up his system of
wifely training.
1t was at this time that a summons
came from Alice's girlhood- home. Her
widowed mother, long an invalid, was
fast failing, and the elder sister good,
kind, motherly Hester-and her student
twin brother Horace, whom she loved
with stronger affection than sisters usu-
Ill Lee L. I.