Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-09-05

and declared That if she was afflicted
with husband too fond of society she
would show little spirit. But, oh
dear! what should she do? Barry
would see that she had been crying,
and in truth she could hardly compose
herself. How easy it had been to talk
Of spirit-how difficult now to stop
crying! But she would-she husband
so she bathed her eyes and dressed her
self. Her resolution was taken; she
would "not live an hour with such a
husband" Fortunately, she reflected,
she had a good purse full of money,
and that would maintain her some
time.
At one of the fashionable hotels,
Tom Hunter--an old lover in truth
had rooms. It would be comfort to
have some one to talk with, even if she
did not pour out the whole story of her
wrongs. She went to the hotel; called
for room, and sent her card to Mr..
Hunter. But it happened that that
gentleman was out of town, and poor
Belle, after vain attempt to beguile the
time with newspaper, was forced by
her increasing headache to 60 to bed.
How utter miserable it oil was! how
she longed for little home comfort.
the sound of Barry's voice, and the
touch of his hand, as it all used to be;
but oh, that hateful photograph!
Thinking it over, and over, through
the restless night, she persuaded her.
self that it would be more satisfactory
to go home for brief interview, before
they parted forever. So when the
morning was somewhat advanced Mrs.
Belle paid her bill, and ordering car
riage proceeded to her house. Mr.. Nc
Birnie had not been home all night,
the girl said; but there on the table
this injured wife espied telegraphic
dispatch. It read: "Must stay at Of
fee all night, don't he uneasy"
In half an hour Barry himself ap-
peared, You got the dispatch" he
said, land, of course, you didn't feel
anxious"
Belle hcsitated; 81 don't know as !
was anxious, but you have been at home
so little lately, and are in such an aw-
full hurry when you are here, that I
thought perhaps you had run away al
together"
Barry laughed, failing utterly to see
his wife's stony face. "Well, dear, ="
he said, L" there's been quite snarl in
our office affairs for two or three weeks.
We thought we would say nothing about
it, but it has kept me very busy, and
confoundedly nervous. 1 have hardly
been able to think of anything else.
Yesterday Phil Harlan came in, and I
was so pressed with business that was
barely civil; more bare than civil, a
good deal. He hadn't time to come up
here, but he gave me photograph,
let's see where it is? I put it in that
India box, with some old letters, re-
member now." And Barry started to
find it. :" Well, in my hurry must
have dropped it, for here are the letters,
but no photograph; that's too bad!'
Bell had begun to breathe freely;
Phil, then, had given that thing to her
husband. Whose picture was it?"
she asked, "any one know"
"Why yes; Imeant you should guess;
it was favorite of yours"
ga favorite!
eyes, believe you used to like him
very much"
Him.
Barry might have set himself to think
ing, SO earnest was the tone in which
Belle said this &c Him." but he, good,
amiable fellow, thought nothing.
"Why, yes, it was picture of his
little brother Charley. Why Charley
must be seventeen now-dressed as
girl for tableau. You know what
pale, slim boy he always was, and since
his sickness he looks more like girl
than ever"
Barry got remarkably warm kiss
few minutes after, little dreaming, how
ever, of all that was going on in his
wife's heart; and never did he know
how near he had come to being a de-
serted husband.
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