The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-08-22

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done before in parting, and to say
softly:
"May I call again very soon? I
hate to think OF your being lonely"
For she had told him-yes, she had
indeed-that "Mr. Winner was forever
shut up in his study, and that she
fancied she should die of ennui some
day" Which was true enough, but an
unwlse statement for a pretty young
wife to make to a Waldo.
Then, flushed, and with certain
sense of guilt upon her, she ghded
past the study door, and was really
sound asleep, when weary looking
man opened it, and went, without bis
slippers, up the stairs, and bending
over her, said to himself, "Little
darling, little darling, may heave.l
bless you," and would not kiss her lest
he should disturb her slumber
If he only had kissed her, it would
have been much better, after all. For,
as it was, she said nothing of Waldo's
call next morning.
Demonstrative people have credit for
all their emotions undemonstrative
people may feel as much, and no one
guesses it.
Mr. Winner seldom said much about
his affection for his wife, and now that
he had taken this odd way Of shutting
himself up every evening, she doubted
its existence, and grew cold III her own
manner.
There was never any quarrel. She
never reproached hin-pride forbade
that-but there seemed to be frost in
her smile and ice in her words. She
maant that there should be. When he
said, so very soon after dinner, "And
now for my French, Rosy" she would
say nothing, but, somehow, find an ex-
cuse for eynding the kiss with which at
first be always left her "What are
formal kisses worth ?" she said to her
self, ''if he dislikes my society ?" And
it very soon came to pass that, after
this, she would put roses i'll her black
| hair and III her bosom, and watch, with
! flushed cheeks, at her window for Mr..
| Waldo's coming.
She was not in love with him-she
was III love with her husband but her
! husband had awakened her jealous
wrath, and this young man tickled her
vanity.
lie came to her side so often, leaving
/ for hor sake darling girls who courted
| him. He made her delicate compli-
ments. lie looked at her so. IN word,
he seemed To be in love with her, and
it was a triumph.
All, II women quite understood the
vanities of men, and knew also that
when they have succeeded, or think
| they have, in touching a Wifes heart,
| they feel far more contempt than
! love for 50 weak creature, who fOrgets
honor so far that it no longer becomes
/ dishonorable for them to kiss and tell
/ The coolest salutation that honest hus-
band ever gave his wife is really worth
more than the finest fattery 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
j let him know.
Maggie, the maid, had quite 4 mvs-
/ terious air now when she brought Wal
dos card, and once she had whispered :
But / heard hemaster 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
L haven't lived with fashionable
ladies so long not to know when a hint
Will get me 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; for
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 passedat business,
and though the man strove to be genial
when the pair were together, the woman
refused to meet him half way. A wom-
an who considers herself insulted has
no power over herself 1t was not pos
! sible 20 Rose to chat and laugh. She
was too much Of lady to quarrel, she
/ simply froze.
1t was a bright day III spring. The
| fruit trees were all blossOming. 1t was
beautiful out 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-husband and
wife she made of them. But her hus-
! band never took her to drive, much rs
he knew she loved the exercise, and
| greatly as he knew she missed the long
walks her girlhood had rejOiced in.
That she would have forgiven, for car
riage 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 III
| town, and ne had. Yes, this was deser-
| ton indeed, and now she knew all. Her
woman instinct had come to her aid.
He had fallen in love with some one
! else. Oh, could she but follow him
watch him-convict him OF this, and
| then die
Just then gay little turnout whirl-
ed up 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 amusing herself watch
/ ing the drive.
"Madame " shrugged her shoulders
Amusing MYSELF" she said. ooh,
dear, no. Supplying myself, / think.
Mr. Waldo, if you know any girls WHO
/ think of ncarrvinO tell them how dul1