Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1873-02-15

she clasped her children TO her motherly I.
bOso;r. and. while she allowed her tears
of agony to fall upon their dear little In
nocent heads, she waited and watched for
their father. who had deceived her so cru
ely.
But Mr.. Timothy ThistledOwn did not
come punctually at the dinner hour; the
clock which stood upon the mantel Ill the
library was sepulchral in its tones, and
sounded like the knell of her affections as
il tolled The hours away, and dinner was
cold upon the table, when the sound OF
wheels at the door aroused her, and the
slamming Ofa carriage door caused her to
start. -,
! True enough, it was her husband with
the light gloves, the shiny hat, and the
pet cane. and he came directly iAkp the
! library where tie light was burning, and
where there was no drop-light, for it had
/ been demonstrated by the sofa pillow at
their morning encounter.
| Mr.. rhistledown kissed the children,
| threw down his newspaper and small
brown paper bundle and said nothing to
| his wife.
Then he looked at her in a cold, unfeel-
! ing manner, she thought, and rang the
call-hell.
..Dinner, Jane '" was all he said as the
waitress answered the summons, and then
his face lghtened up with expectation as
the sound of the dOOr-bell ringing was
family heard. And then the cruel, heart
less, deceiving husband went to the door
"A drop too much, this action, i'm the cup
of matrimonial unhappiness already pla-
ced at Mrs. ThistledOwns' lips, and which
was Overflowing with bitterness.
s.Stop there. Timothy! Stop, say
know alli' shouted his wife, catching
him by the arm.
But he smiled at her-a sardUnlc, decep-
tive smile. she thought-and opened the
door despite her remOnstrance.
The pretty widow stood upon the door
step. her pretty cheeks red from the cold
and she came forward pleasantly to greet
Mrs. Thistedown and the children. call
ing her 'Maria," as she always did, anC
stopped down to kiss the children.
She did not, however, although little
Timothy, Jr.'s lips were ready for the
, greeting; a strong hand pressed her back
/ and Mrs. L. placed her arms around Tn
children in a sheltering manner--just a
she had seen the prima donna in IN or
ma do at the Academy. =.
.sStand off from my children, madam =
said the agonized lady, almost overcom
, by the confident assurance of her visitor
, 800 with their father, if you choose. bu
, not with my children. They are not fl
e for YOU"
She did not pause long enough to thin
g: that it was not her proper play to expos
2 her knowledge; but before the .pre.t
q widow could render an explanation,
/ even ask the question which should hav
!. preceded it, she told her story, the qual
rel at table. the note in the coat poke
D the Delmonico breakfast, the appOintmer
at the gallery, and the visit to Made
). lane, where she had given up the chas
> and awaited the issue at home, ana the
n handed to Mr.. Timothy Thistledown
: whole page of closely written letter wMc W
She had indicted to him by way of a far
v we'll rpistle. and which she had concealt
y in her motherly bosom till the proper IN
ment for its presentation.
Mr.. Timothy Thistledown read the le
ter: tore it up, and laughed. and then Il
widow laughed, while Mrs. Thistledov
DC cried.
ii But the door-bell rang again, and a bo
- lust alighted from furrier's WACO
stood upon the steps, extending DoX
V his little, cold hands. =.
n "For Mrs. ThistledOwn,--paid,-s
the receipt, please" said the lad, exc.
a. to fbe blank line, where Mrs. Thistledo'
To was tO SIGN for 1.-Two packages--mt
in tippet, and cloak
ID, But the lady did not sign.-she left
oil noctooe i'm the hall and again went II
90 the library and sank down upon the SC
,he Willie the pretty widow took the boz
ith and. without removing her light GLOW
lad signed the receipt, sitting at the es'
ad- tOire.
"Too Jealous by half, my DEAR" $
ore Timothy Thistledown, Esq, as he h
to up the boxes:
al But Mrs. Timothy could make no
,ect | swer