Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1874-06-18
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and then. some oneisaid:lino s. sdt
asnd what Isl he going to do, lpow?"
g1Yhat can he do2 / am sorry; yet he
should have calculated his income and
his expenses better" "Or his wife should.
Dessee take these women--they are at
thegaottom of all a,man's trouhles!' esap
1Aad they laughedl Oh, how could
thas q had yet to learn how, easy. it is in
thiS world to bear other9people's troubles.
lsrgse hurriedly up. with my heart
desN;ng tumultuously beneth the pink
azallsls, and went back to the lighted
corridors. Albany Moor was waiting to
olalm my hand for the next redowa.
Are you i'll, Mrs. Clen?" How pale
yoNiookl"
fl am not very we'll. I wish you
would have my carriage called, Mr.
Moore" For now 1 felt that home was
theeplace for me.
Hurried by some unacceuntable i'm
pulse, 4 sprang out the moment the car
riasse wheels touched the curbstone, and
rusafed up to my husbands room. The
door vas locked, but 1 could see a light
shining under the threshold. 1 Knocked
wiFsly and persistently.
xerald! Gerald! For Heavens sake
letmein!''
Sghething fell on the marble hearth
st9xeSwithin, making metallic clink,
anllmy husband opened the door little
way: 1 had never seen him look so pale
before or Sc rigid, yet so determined. il
| WHO are you?" he demanded wildly.
Why !, can't you leave me in peace?"
Its | Gerald-your Madeline-your
ownlittle wife,"
And caught from his hand the pis-
toShe was striving to conceal in his breast
lis mate lay on the marble hearth
understhe mantle-and flung it out Of
til wind ow. -,z.-
Seiaid, WOULD yot7h...ls 1clp ii.r.
"I would have escapcd!'' lie cried, still
half delirous to all appearance. "Debt,
IcpIOlCuCS--l
would have escaped them all!''
His head fell like that ola weary child
on my sholdcr. l drew him gehtly to a
sofa, and soothcd him with thousand
murmured words, thousand mute cares
scs; for had it not been my fault? And
through all the long weeks of fear that
followed / nurscd him with unwavcring
care and devotion. / had but one,
thought-onc dcsire-to redeem myself
in his estimation; to prove to-. him that
1 was something more and higher than
the mere butterfly Of fashion / had 4ith-
erto shown myself We'll, the March
winds had howcd themselves INTO their
mountain businesses; the bright Apfil
rain-drops were dried on the bough and
and sprayAand now the apple-blossoms
were tossing their fragrant pillows of
pinky bloom in the deep blue air of latter
May. Where were we now2 1t was d
picturesque little cottage just out of the
city, furnished very like n magnifcd baby
house. Gerald sat in cushioned easy
clair on the piazza, just where he could
glance through the open window at me
working batch of biscuits, with my
sleeves rolled up above my elbows, and
thP "gold-thrcal" hair neatly confined in
silkcn net.
i"What an industrious fairy it is" he
said, smiling sadly.
"Wcll, you sec l like it! It's n great
dpl better than those sonotas on the
pilno!"
rWho would cvcrhavc thought you
would make such notable house
keqer?"
Ilaughcd glccfully-I had child's
delight in being praised.
Are you not going to Miss Delancy's
croauct party?' he pursued.
'No-what do care for croquet par
ties I'm going to finish your shirts, and
you'll read aloud to me-"
sMadclinc, want you to answer me
one question"
"What is it?"
haii safely tienositod my nan of his