The Hickman courier., 1874-09-04


hair and in her bosom, and watch, with
flushed checks, at the window for Mr..
Waldo's coming.
She waa not in love with him-she
was IN love with her husband but her
husband had awakened her jealous
wrath, and this young man tickled her
vanity.
He came to her so often, leaving for
her sake darling girls who courted him.
He made her delicate compliments, he
looked at her so. In a word, he seemed
to be in love with her, and it was a
triumph.
All, if women quite understood the
vanities of men, and knew also that
when they have succeeded, or think
they have, IN touching a wife's heart,
| they feel far more contempt than love
for so weak creature, who forgeSs
honor 50 far that it no longer beeesEEe-esS::
The coldest salutation that honest hus
band ever gave his wife is really worth
more than the finest hattery another
man can whisper to her.
And Winner did not guess at what
was going on. She wanted him TO
know, that she might rack his heart
with jealous pangs but she dared not
| let him know.
Maggie, the maid, had quite a mystic
rious air now when she brought Waldo's
card, and once she had whispered
" But / heard the master stir, ma'am,
as if he was coming down"
| And Rose had flushed and asked her
why she said that, but Maggie made no
answer.
81 haven't lived with fashionable
ladies so long not to know when hint
will get me a present, she said to her
self as her mistress left the room. And
there were thoughts in her heart that
would have made Rose Winner faint
with shame had she guessed them fer
all her hope was that her husband
might know others then coveted the
prize he did not value.
Still, night after night, that door was
locked. Still, in the small hours of the
morning, the husband crept to his brief
rest. The days were passed at business,
and though the man strove TO be genial
when the pair were together, the woman
refused to meet him halfway. A wo-
man who considers herself insulted has
no power over herself. It was not pos
sible to Rose to chat and laugh. She
was too much of lady to quarrel, she
simply froze.
1t was bright day in spring. The
fruit trees were all blossOming. 1t was
beautiful ont of doors but in her
suburban home, Rose Winner sat sadly
at the window admiring nothing. Every
now and then vehicles passed down the
road SO many of them holding two
people-man and woman-husbaud and
wife she made of them. But her hus-
band never took her to drive, much as
he knew she loved the exercise, and
greatly as he knew she missed the long
walks her girlhOod had rejoiced iu.
IL i g.
Tiage hire is expensive, and they We're
not rich but to be abandoned as she
had been-it was terrible And now
she had not even seen him for two days
He had told her that he should stay in
town, and he had. Yes, this was deser- /
tiOn indeed, and now she knew all. Her
woman instinct had come to her aid I
rs rs @ llsn I,, IA sIe ley9 ,,y Nth Is,,e s9@s one
watch him-convict hiEa of this, and
then die !
Just then a gay little turnout whirled
the road and stopped at the gate.
Out of it tripped Mr.. Waldo. He bow
ed with an air There were times when
Mr.. Waldo, who had been abroad, be-
came intensely French. He had
lingering idea that the manner suited
the present occasion, and he touched
the brim of his hat to his breast, and
said
Madame is am@sing herself watch
ing the drive"
Madame shrugged her shoulders.
Amusing myself ?" she said. "Oh,
dear, no. Stupefying myself, I think.
Mr.. Waldo, if You know any girls who
think of marrying, tell them how dull
married life is, and warn them from il. "
"Oh, II never see any girls now,
don't you think? I do, lately, like
you like a drive to-day? The good
papa" - Mr.. Waldo became French
again-''the good papa is immersed in
business, and naturally madame does
not remain at home always"
Rose looked longingly at the pretty
carriage. But this was step beyond
those that she had taken. Dared she
go?
Yes, she would, and then tell her
husband. She would show him that
she did not NOPE for him. She would
prove-oh, all sorts of things.
''And papa Will probably not be
home until six?" said Mr.. Waldo,
little anxious on this point.
''Oh, he has been away two nights
probably he won't come at all, she
said, coldly, and went up to put her
bonnet on.
When she returned, Waldo, with
flushed cheeks and dancing eyes, ad-
vanced toward her.
"How well you look he said. cit
is too tempting you be very
angry, 1 wonoer, if should steal
kiss ?"
Would she have let him done it
Would she, if at that moment a step
had not crossed the hall, and voice
her husband's-called
Rose, where are you 2"
Rose Winner never knew, though she
often asked herself.
But the step came, the voice came.
There was the master of the house, and
Mr.. Waldo-not French IN his manner
low, very business like and American,
indeed-had said
"My dear Winner, how are you?
I've been keeping Mrs. Winner from
her pleasant walk, I'm afraid but my
sister wanted her receipt for canning
fruit, and I called for it. I'm sure
Amelia viii be very much obliged, Mrs.
Winner. Thanks but I must go now.
The horses, you know. And I hope
you'll have pleasant walk. Good
bye"
"What a Auttered manner Waldo
ing after him. Rose, look out of the
window"
cat Mr.. Waldo ?' asked Rose, coldIy.
"No," said her husband. ''Come
here"
She came. She stood beside him. At
the gate she saw a basket-phaeton and
pretty pony.
''Nice, aims they ?" said her husband.
eyes," she answered, more coldly
still.
"Don't you guess whose they are?"
"No."
s' Yours"
He stood back to mark her astonish-
ment. Then he drew her down upon
his knee.
''Even since baby's coming made you
less strong than you were, I've meant
you should have them," he said and
so I've managed to get them. I've been
working four months at the translation
of scientific work and they are the re-
suit. know left you alone a great
deal, but I wanted you to be able to
drive out in this sweet spring weather.
You can drive, you know, and these are
very safe and in the avAUiuOS wa will