Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1870-07-15

made low courtesy. Fanny grew CHASTITY
pale, and clung to her friends arm with a
low shrek. Was it something returned
from the relentless imprisonment of the
tomb or was it
The saint-like Sarah, and none else,
pursued the remorseless Miss Benham -
Mr.. Conway, have you no welcoming words
for the angelic creature who shared your
joys and sorrows for the period of two calen-
dar years 2
But Grove Conway had backed resolutely
into the angle of the door, with his hands
locked firmly behind him.
'Ar'nt you goin' to give me kiss, Grovy?'
demanded the. woman, still standing with
her umbrella under her arm, and the band
box tightly grasped in her other hand
Come you don't bear malice. do you p.
II don't know what you mean = STAN
mered the paralyzed Grove, growing alter
nately white and red. Somebody come
and take this woman away! She-she's no
relation of mine p
No. ant now, calmly responded the
female; but used to be your wife Don't
look SO skeered, little one = she added, Civ
ing Fanny cordial slap on the shoulder.
! sI ha'n't no right nor claim to him now
We didn't suit no how-quarrelled like cat
and dog and SO got bill =
"A bill :? faltered Fanny, looking from
Grove to Sarah in white dismay
'Yes-don't you understand "a bill O
divorce up in Connecticut, where folks ant
SO plaguy particular as they be down here
in York State That was when I thrashed
him with mop, and he locked me down
stairs in the cellar all night Wall, you
better b'lieve I didn't pine long arter scch a
poor stick as Grovy Conway. He went off
to York-it's six years ago come Thanks
givin' and up and married Pete Schoon-
maker, a 'nough sight likelier Teller than my
first venter.'
The color was beginning to return to
Fanny's check. Grove Conway gave a
deep sigh of relief.
So calculated the clear voice Of Miss
Benham, your first wife-the sainted
Sarah-was taken from you by law instead
of by death 2
II never said otherwise, did l p
stammered the confused knight of the green
spectaoles.
'No-you never said otherwise but you
left us to infer quite a different state of
things. My DEAR she added IN mercilcss
stage whisper, here is the bright pattern of
perfection-observe her WE'LL
And Fanny, released from the terrible
doubt which had at first overshadowed her
mind, took the cue with true womanly quick
ness.
I am glad to have seen Mrs.
Shoemaker, Grove. I will endeavor to
model myself after the pattern, as you told
me you would have nothing left to wish
for. did I but more closely resemble the
dear vanished one.'
Mr.. CONWAY moved uneasily in the angle
of the door, but his first wife came uncon-
sciously to the rescue.
Wall, I mustn't lose no more time -
the Park Corners train gees back at FIVE,
and Miss Benham bought my tickets both
ways she said my fust old man wanted to
see me powerful bad. Guess he's had enough
of me by this time. Goodbye, Grovy =
glad you jog along with your second choice
better'n you did with me-
Mrs Peter Shoemaker departed, and
with her vanished for ever the haunting
shade of Mr. Grove Conway's first wife
Well, Fanny asked Miss Benham, a
year or two aftcrward, how does the matri-
monial machinery work now ?
oh, am quite, quite happy, thanks to
you, Rachie,' was the smiling rejoinder.-
Grove is the kindest husband in the world;
and even if he were not
Well {?
The remedy is in my own hands. I have
only to telegraph to Mrs. Peter Schoon-
maker