Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1875-03-18
The HERALD
A Woman's Resolution.

the mirror.
Come, Gerald, make haste why,
you haven't begun to dress yetl'
Where were my wifely instincts
that did not see the haggard, drawn
look in bis features-the feverlsh
light in his eyes?
4 cant go tonight, Madeline-I
am not well enough
you are never vel enough to
oblige M, Gerald / an tired Of be
ing put off with such excuses
He made no answer but dropped
his head in bis hand on the table be-
fore him.
on c, me, Gerald, urged petuent-
Is 1T is go awkward for me to 20
atone, always
He shook his head Istlessly.
i thought perhaps you would be
willing 10 remain at home with me
Madeline
Men are SC selfish, said plaintive-
ly, .'aud | am all dressed. Claudia
took half an hour on my hair. l
dare say you'll be q great deal more
quiet without me-that is, If you are
determined not TO GO
No answer again.
well, if you choose to DO snllen, l
can't help it, said lightly, as | turn
ed end went out of the room, adjust
ing my silver boquet holder, the tube
roses and heliotrope seeming to distil
incense at every motion.
Was | heartless and cruel? Had |
ceased 10 love my husband ? From
the bottom Of my heart l believe |
loved him as truly and tenderIy as
ever wife did, but / had been 80 spoil
ed and potted all my brief, selfish life
that the better instincts were, so 30
speak, entombed alive.
| wen. to the party and had my
fill of aduIation and homage, "a usual
The hours seemed to glide away,
sh5d with roses, and winged with
music and rich perfume; and it was
not untl, wearied with dancing, |
sought . momentary refuge in the
half lighted tea room, that | heard
world .,sv4.i1or.'nS ~~e. f.'y.,4 ..
dream. Gerald Glenn 2 | could not
be mistaken in the name-it was
scarcely common enoagh for that.
T3oY yer. talking-two or three
stout, misunderstanding gentlemen-in
the hall without, and | could catch,
now and then, fugitive word or
phrase.
Fine, entefprising young fell vi
great pity totally ruined, 50 Bees
aud McM0rkon say l--reckless extrag-
agance of his wife 2
All these vague fragments heard,
aud then some one said
And what is he gong to do now 2
'What can ho 90? | am sorry; yet
hs should have calculated his income
and expenses better
COR his wife should. Deue6 take
these women-they are at the bot
tom of all mans troubles 2
sAnd they laughed o, how could
they2 | had yet to learn how easy
it is in this world to bear ether peo-
pies troubles
| rose hurredly up, with my heart
boating unanimously beneath the
pink ezaleas, and went back to the
lighted corridors. Albany Moore was
waiting to clam my hand for the
next redowa
Are you i'll, Mrs Glenn? How pale
you look 7
Ill am not very well, l wish you
would have my carriage called, Mr.
Moore. For now | felt that home
was the place foc me
Hurried By some unaccountAbe
impulse, l spraag out the ,noment the
carriage wheels touched the curb
stone, and rushed up to my husbands
room. The door was locked, but
could see light shining under the
threshold. Knocked wildly and per-
sistently.
Gerald Gerald Fot Heavens
sake lot me in ~
Something FOIL on tho marble
nearthstone within, ma ing metal
lie click, and my husband opened the
door little way. had never seen
him look so pale before, or so rigid,
yet so determined.
who are you 2 be demanded
wildly. why can't you leave me 10
peace r
Tits |, Gerald-your Madeline
your own little wife
| caught from his hand the pistol
he was striving to conceal in hi-
breast-its mate lay on the marble
hearth under the the mantle-auJ
flung it cut OF the window.
Gerald, would you have left me
l would have escaped 7 be cried,
still half delirious to all appearances
Debt - Observation-Disclosures re-
proaches-I would have escaped
them all p
His head fell like that of weary
child on my shoulder / drew him
gently to sofa, and aoothed him
with thousand murmured words,
thousand mute caresses ; for had i
not been all my fault And through
oil the long week that followed,
nursed him with unwavering care
and devotion. had but one thought
one desire-to redeem myself ID
his estimation, to prove to him that
was something more and higher than
the mere butterfly of fashion l had
hitherto shown myself Well, the
March winds had howIed themselves
into their mountain Businesses the |
bright April rain drops were dried on |
the bough and spray-and now the |
apple blossoms were tossing their |
fragrant pillows of pinky bloom in
the deep blue OF latter May Where |
were we now? 1t is picturesque |
cottage just out OF the city, furnished |
very much like magnltied baby
house
What an industrious fairy it is
he said, smiling sadly.
wei, you see l like it! It is a
great deal better than those sonatas
on the piano