The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-18


him, and she heard him saying good-by to
her husband in the yard. Was she never
to see that handsome, loving face again in
all time p-never to hear again that voice
which had spoken to her words OF such
strong tendernessP Was it her destiny to
90 on in the old, cold life, till she was an
old old woman? Why, she might live to
be eighty--people did sometimes, and she
was only eighteen now. The late July was
warm and bright out Of doors, but she felt
strangely cold She got shawl and wrap
ped herself in it, and then some idle tears,
of which size was hardly conscious, fell, till
they had somehow eased by a little her
woe.
Mr.. Hannaford was wise enough to stay
away from her all the afternoon. Before
tea she tried to make herself fresh and
bright for him. She would not half do her
duty.
When the meal was over, she saw with
surprise that her husbands favorite fast
horse and light wagon stood in front of the
gate.
"Will you go over to Danbury with
me 2n he asked, following the direction of
her eyes, Hur '' s'a
"Can you get away9 / thought at this
time of the day you were always so busy"
eyes, but the busiest days are over
The hay crop is almost all in. The rest can
get along with the work without me, and
should like to see little more of my
wife, now that have her all to myself
again."
She tripped upstairs for her shawl and
her turban hat, feeling more light of heart
than she would have believed, two hours
ago, could be possible.
Have made you understand Alright, / won
der, this little woman's not an uncommon
type of character? If she had had strong
er and deeper individuality, she would have
been less easy to content. Now she asked
only for enough love. She had nature
which needed summer days and sunshine
lips ripe for kisses fond, smiling eyes
clinging fingers. Love, per Sc, was more to
her than any particular lover and, as she
said, she had loved her husband first. But
love she must have, or life to her was ut.
terly without hope or SAVIOR. She had in.
tellect enough to understand Warnings
tastes but intellect was not her speciality
She had little originality, and could never
make of her mind kingdom. But she
was pure and sweet, with native-bo
conscientiousness which would be likely Il
carry her safely through places which
might have been full of peril for far strong
er women and a capacity for self-devo
tion, If she could only be loved tenderly
enough to call it forth, which in itself wa.
infinite. rfrH'-.cf
She remembered how sad Waring might
be at this hour, and felt herself an unfeel
ing monster because her heart was growing
so glad, as she bowled along by her hus
bands side over the pleasant country
roads, with the sunset light upon the fair
new-mown fields, and the clouds opening
gates of flame into the celestial kingdom
When they reached home at last afte
moon and stars had risen, her HUSBAND
lifted her out, and held her moment il
his arms while he kissed her. She felt her
self blushing like a giil. AS for him, il
this strife to win her heart anew there wa
more of excitement and endeavor than b,
had ever known in the easy days when h,
was her lover. Having felt himself nea
losing her, he began to understand how
much keeping her was worth his while.
She went indoors quite at fault abou
herself. Whom, then, did she love9 Coul,
it be that she was SO weak as to be con
slant only to what was PRESENT. Had Hugl
Warnings strong tenderness taken sucl
slight hold on her light nature that sh'
could be happy with another on the yer,
day he had gone away sorrowful? The
she reflected that this other was her hus
band, in whom only her happiness ought t
lie. What then? She would not thin
ont her puzzle. Instead, with hope youn
again in her heart, she made her hal
smooth, her dress tasteful, and went down
stairs to sit in the moonlight beside th
man from whose coldness, only last night
she had been tempted to flee away.
Do not ask me for a running commer
tary on my story. Ishow you woman a
she was, If You cannot comprehend hel
or account for her moods, be sure that yo
are no worse off than she was, for she di
not at all comprehend herself.
For few days, her husbands newly
born devotion made her happy. Then
reaction came over her, and she was wretcl
ed. The better satisfied she became wit
him, the more dissatisfied she was with hel