The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1875-09-02
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"Poor thing L do feel for her
Though she is person [ never saw, yet
hers seems case of such oppression on
the one band, and such patient suffering
on the other, that one cannot but y
Oh, dare say you'll see her in the
morning, for she often steals out then,
when the wretch, l suppose, is in bed"
But what could induce a girl to
tie herself to such q man 2"
Well, [ don't know-the old story, I
suppose-false appearances for no
girl in her senses would have married
man with his habits if she had known of
them beforehand"
"There is sometimes a kind of infatua-
tion about women, I allow, which seems
to blind them to the real character of the
mar they are in love with but in this
case don't think she could have known
how he conducted himself, or she cer:
tainly would have paused in time. Oh,
the wretch L have no patience with
him."
This little dialogne took place in one
of those neat, bright, clean widowed,
gauzy curtained houses that formed so
many pretty districts within walking
distance of the mighty heart of the great
metropolis and between two ladies, the
one mistress of the said nice looking
cottage villa, and the other her guest-a
country matron, who had just arrived
on q visit to her town friend and the
object of the commiseration of both was
the occupant of handsome villa exactly
opposite, but apparently the abode of
great wretchedness.
On the following morning Mrs. Bar
ton and her guest, Mrs. Kennedy, were
at the window of the parlor, which COM
manded a full view of the dwelling of
the unhappy Mrs. Morton, when the
hall door was quietly opened and was as
quietly shut again by the lady herself.
"There she is, poor thing! I" cried
Mrs. Barton. "Only look how lrefully
and noiselessly she draws the gate after
her. She seems always afraid that the
slightest noise she makes, even in the
street, may wake that fellow, who is
now, dare say, sleeping off the effects
of last nights dissipation"
Mrs. Kennedy, with all the genial
warmth of truly womanly heart, looked
over, and followed with her eyes, as far
the street allowed, this quiet looking,
broken spirited wife, investing the whole
figure, from the neatly trimmed straw
bonnet to the tips of the bright little
boots, with most intense and mysteri-
ous sympathy and then, fixing her
anxious, Interested gaze ON the opposite
house, she said
"And how do they live? How do
people under such circumstances pass
the day? 1t is thing 1 cannot COM
prehend, for, We're Kennedy to act in
such way, I'm sure L wouldn't endure
it for week."
''It does seem scarcely intelligible,"
answered Mrs. Barton !; " Lut III toll
you how they appear to do. She gets
up and has her breakfast by herself
for, without any wish to pry, we can see
straight through their house from front
to back. About this time she often
comes out suppose to pay visit or
two in the heanelghborhood, or perhaps to
call on her tradespeople; and you will
see her by-and-bye return, looking
up as she approaches at the bedroom
window, and, if the blind is drawn up,
she rushes in, thinking, dare say, to
herself: "How angry he will be if he
comes down and finds am not there to
give him his breakfast Sometimes he
has his breakfast at twelve-or one-or
two and l have seen him sitting down
to it when she was having her dinner %
"And when does he have his dinner2"
"Oh-his dinner !. / dare say that
it is different sort of thing from hers,
poor thing He dimes, no doubt, at a
club, or with his boon companions, or
anywhere, in fact, but at home"
And when does he come home
generally"
sat all hours. We hear him open
the little gate with his key at three, four
and five in the morning. Indeed, our
milkman told Susan that he had seen
him sneaking in, pale, haggard, and
worn out with his horrid vigis, at the
hour decent people are seated at break
fast"
ST wonder if she waits up for him ?"
"Oh, no; for we see the light of her
solitary candle in her room always as we
are going to bed, and you may be sure
my heart bleeds for her-poor solitary
soul y / don't know that Twas ever so
interested about any stranger as L am
about this young creature.
"Dear, aoar; it is terrible !" sighed