The St. Cloud journal., 1871-02-09

mother wishes you should go; and, by
appearing to refuse to send you away,
shall lay my actions open to, miecon.
struction. There is no altcrnative--
you must leave at once y
"Aust!-n'ustw be repeated, scorn
fully; ''that word seems to come very
glib to your tongue, my lady! -frou,
whom have you learned to say it? ]
fancy, though, I can cap 1t with an.
other that shall prove just as strong"
''Oh Henry, don't speak to me like
that " replied the unhappy woman
"you know that I advise it for your
good. You act contrary to all the
stories which you ordered me to tell
my mother; how can you hope tc
avoid raising her suspicious Was i
not your wish to be supposed to under.
stand no Engl1sh?-and yet you have
50 tar forgotten yourself as to speak ii
in the kitchen. What can they think
OF me, who sh"uld know so little of my
servants capabilities, or have any mo
tive for concealing them? You woulG
make me more bitterly ashamed than
have need to be-if that we're posi-
ble," she added in lower tone.
"Come, now, don't want any Of
your sarcas,n," he answered, anyrily
"The extent of the matter is that
tried to kiss that little fool of house
maid, and she's been whining to he1
mistress about it. Well, let hel
whine! She won't make such a fus!
over it next time. I could see sht
liked 1t, although she thought fit tt
squall."
"Aow can you so lower-so degrad'
yourself?" exclaimed his wife, with ;
contemptuous scorn.
She cared little for her husband
he had killel all the affection she ono,
entertained for him long beforehand
yet she would have borne almost an,
thing at his hands better than such
an insult. Women will take grea
many ugly words-sometimes even :
great many hard blows-with wonder
tul patience from the men who owr
them but one Of their lawful kisses
given away to another woman, ever
though they may not desire it them
selves, is very different affair. Un
selfish as most other phases of existence
prove them, they are "dogs in the man
ger" over the love which is, or ha!
been, theirs and Mrs. Archer was nj
exception to the rule.
"You ought to be ashamed Of your
self, Heury!' she continued, weepin!
with anger and disappointment. "Yo1
not only heap upon me as much troubl
as woman was ever called on to en-
dure, but you add insult to the injury
But l ..am quite determined that fo
my sake, if not for your own, ther
must be stop put to it by your quit
ting Ash Grove-and that a, once y
II shell do no such thingv he ans
"ered, doggcdly. "You may max
what excuses you choose to your moth
er about it, but, unless something un
toward occurs to alter my resolution
shall stay here until the first risk
over. l will not leave Ash Grove fo
you or any one"
"ls it so 2" she said, her eyes light
ing up with sudden determination
':Ihen I.ssoy that you shaN!-aud thai
ifyou will not go quietly, I will adcp
means to make YOU"
"The devil you will p he exclaimed
angrily, as he seized her wrist. IS
be it, then but remember, the da
that you make the attempt will be tn
worst your children have yet lived t
see."
But at this crisis, and ju:t as hi
words and action had caled forth
low cry from Mrs. Archer lips, shou
Of triumph announced the advent Q
Miss Tiny, and the little figure arpea
ed at the end Of the shrubbery path
only appeared fo1, frightened at VIII:
she saw, in another moment she ha
darted back to tho side of her aun
brlmfull Of the intelligence.
"Oh, Aunt Marion, come quick
come quick !! Mamma is crying, an
DO Mum is hurting herr" which c.
traordiuary piece of news, shoute
through the still autumn air, had tt
effect of making the husband and vii
start from each others side like broke
bows, while both Mrs. Elliot and Mr.
Archer quickened their footsteps vi
til they met at the commencement
!; the path.
"What on earth Is this silly bah
talking about 2" said Eugenia, with &
attempt at smile; which A1ario
; looking at her red eyes, and marklu
the agitation Of her manner, felt 81
could not return.
"Oh mamma, he was twisting yo,
hand ! Why was DO Mum twistin
your poor hand? Has he hurt i
mamma ?-and is that the reason th
you have been crying ?" demande
Tiny, whose little eyes had filled
sympathy.
"No-no, dear Tiny" said her mot
er, as she stopped to kiss the chill
and hide her own confusion ''it mu
: have been Mopsy's hand you sa,
When mamma carries Mopsy, he ofte
laaues one littlo h,nd IN 4ha4 &c IL