Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1875-11-03
One Woman's Wasted Life.


Few women have ever loved more tenderly
than Mrs. Farley did when she was mar.
ried. She thought her youpp husband the
very flower of his race his baautv DELIGHTED
her. and the manly nobility she fancied and
the genius to which all testified. made it
seem that, if man was a little lower than the
angels. then he was a little mora than man
She wondered. (Which was naturally and
told him of il. (Which was unwiseO what he
saw in her-snall. moor. nlain. and he would
laugh, aud declare proximity did half the
mischief that was done. and sometimes add
that she had beauty which satisfied him.
In the first flush of her marriage. in what
sunshine. in what ROSY happiness. little Mrs.
Farley walked Oh. but il was n brief finish
Brief as it was, the memory of il was all that
she had to warm herself with for many n
drearv day that followed The honeymoon
was not past before she knew that hers was
the too common fate of those who marry an
idol-she was to do all the worshippinr. Not
that he recognized Il in such sci styIe. She
only felt dimly that she had little worshin
herself vet somehow was content-vith n
vague shade in the baelpronnd--a beinc
allowed to worship. The worst was when
Mrs. Farley found herself unable to worsbip.
Yet that was not Immediately. What
was Immediately. though. wa, the circum-
stance that Mr.. Farley so disliked being
considered uxorious. that he neglected his
wife cruelty. and the NIGHTS she iav CRYING
alone taught her the dominant KEY of his
character, though She dared moi call il by
name-in this man she had so adored Mr.
Farley was much absent about his work.
moreover, his steps being led here and there
for sketches. frequently where she could not
accompany him. That she never minded.
so long as she could sit in the studio after.
ward and watch his pictures. They grew
very slowly. Mr.. Farley was a dawdler; he
liked to paint little and then LIGHT his nine
and lie down. lie said he was meIowing
his ideas; he was really taking his ease
Then he would paint little more. and sud.
denly throw down his palette, brush, maui
stick. declare he must change The poles. and
take his French novel. or else 90 for n friend
and stroll When Mrs. Farley had limited.
in the sweetest manner that little more
effort would keep the tide of inspiration
clear, Mr.. Farley had replied that of all
thin,rs a loolter-on was the most hinderino
and had locked the studio door where, OF
course. Mrs. Farley sat no more
Nevertheless IL was not long before many
things were badly needed in the household.
When they were supplied. Mr.. Farley novar
injured into their source he never rave
enough thought 10 them to imagine they
had source; aud when he saw Mrs. Farley
busy with the fancy work she had procured
from a dealer, he thought she might be
better employed. 1t never occurred to him.
when article by article of his underwear was
replaced. that it was not something which
had slipped out of sight and escaped use
and when. now and then. he found an un.
expected bank-note in his pocket. small
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pocket the widows cruise. and said that il
was way his money always had. OF course
Mrs. Farley never received any thanks for
deeds of which he was unconscious and not
the least of her pain was that he was SO un..
| consoious He should have been conscious
he should have Thought, if he had loved her
he would have thought Yet. after his wov
he did love her-as we'll ne he couId love
apybodv but himself the beino in whom be
was ooinpletely warmed
When they we're married Mr. Farley Bv.
ing after Bohemian fashion in a con;ie of
rooms. tool, his wife there. nnd tbev dined
al n prrtty restaurant. a pleasant walI, away
But when Mr.. Farley learned a trick of not
coming home from his stroll tin midnicbt-
having found pleasant friends and FORGOTTEN
the rest. and his wife did not dine AT all. nm
less there was n chance cracker In the closet
then the restaurant was eradnallv yiven
hp for an lnpronlptu kitchen. where charm.
lug dinners were prepared from little or
nothing and MIR. Harley thonght he liked
that best. It certainly cost him less. for half
the little et-ceteras OF the dinner, the fruit.
the confeetions, some peculiarly choice made
dish, were supplied from her own earnings
without word. These occasional dinners
were not quite so charming, by and by, when
there were more 10 eat the daily ones; and
when Mr. Farley missed the colored ices, or
the wonderful Charlotte. for which his wife
had no longer the spare fve-dollar bill, he
thought 1t very singular omission, and
spoke sharply of her neglect, and mentioned
The unfailing beauty of Mrs. So-and-so's Ia
Bile bitterly. Poor Mrs Farley, hurt to the