The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1875-09-06
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4" Poor thing l do feel Tor her.
Though she is Il person I never saw, yet
hers seems II case Of such oppression on
the one hand, and such patient suffering
on tho other, that one cannot but
"Oh, dare sag you'll SEQ her in the
morning, for she often steals out then,
when the wretch, | suppose, is in bed.
But what could induce Il girl to
tie herself to such man :"
Well, I don't krow-the old story, l
sIppose-false appearances; for no
girl in her senses would have married n
man with his habits if sho had known Of
them beforehand"
"Thcre is sometimes kindof infatua-
ton about women, allow, which seems
to blind them to the real character of the
mai. they are in love with; but i'll this
case don't think she could have known
how he conducted himself, or she GER
tainly would have paused in time. Oh,
tho wretch l have 10 patience with
him."
This little dialogue took place in one
OF those neat, bright, clean widowed,
gauzy curtaincd houses that formed SO
many pretty districts within n walking
distance OF the mighty heart Of the great
metropolis: and between two ladies', the
ono mistress Of the said nice looking
cottage villa, and the other her guest-a
country matron, who Ind Just arrived
on visit to her town friend; and the
object Of the cummiscration OF both was
the occupant Of II hMlsomo villa exactly
opposite, but apparently the abode Of
great wrctchcdacss.
On the following morning Mrs. Bar
ton and her guest, Mrs. Kennedy, were
ut the window Of the parIor, which COM
mandcd full view Of the dwelling Of
tho unhappy Mrs. Morton, when the
hall door was quietly opened and was Ns
quietly shut again Ivy the lady herself.
"Thero shu is, poor thing!" cried
Mrs. Barton. "Only look how crefully
and noiselcssly she draws the gNte after
her. She seems always afrnid that the
slightest noise she makes, even i'll the
street, mny wake that fellow, who is
now, dare say, sleeping OH the effects
Of last nights dissipation. "
Mrs. Kennedy, with all the genial
warmth Of truly womanly heart, looked
over, and followed with her eyes, MS far
g 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-
Gus sympathy; and then, fixing her
anxious, interested gaze Oh the opposite
house. she said:
"And how 10 they live! How do
people under such circumstances pass
the day: It Is Il thing | cannot cOm-
prehend, for, were Kennedy to act i'll
such way, I'm sure | wouldn't endure
itfor week"
at does seem scarcely intelligible,"
answered Mrs. Barton; "but I'll tell
you how they appear to do. She gets
up and hs her breakfast hy 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 cneIghborhood, or perhaps to
call on her trldespeople; and you will
see her by.aud.hyo return, looking
up as Snt approaches NJ tnc DcurooIn
window, and, if the blind is drawn up,
she rushcs in, thinking, dare say, to
herself "lIow angry he will he if ho
comes down and finds | am not there to
give him his breakfast Sometimes he
has his breakfast Mt twclvC-or one-or
two and have seen him sitting down
to it when she was having her dinner
"Aud when does he have his dinner" I"
Oh-his dinner! | dare say that
1t is different sort Of thing from hers,
poor thing. He dimes, no doubt, Mt II
club, or with his boon companions, or
anywhere, in fact, but ut home"
And when does ho come home
generally"
"Atn nll hours. We hear him open
the little gate with his key at three, four
and five i'll the morning. Indeed, our
milkman told Susan that he had seen
him sncakinG in, pale, haggard. md
worn ont with his horrid vigi!s, Mt the
hour decent people are seated Mt break
fast"
al wonder if she wnits up for him T.
"Oh, no; for We sec the light OF her
solitary candle in her room always MS We
are going to bed, and you may be sure
my heart blceds for her-poOr solitary
koul q. | don't know that Twas ever 10
intercstrt tue cVn,4 stranger rs am
,abont Ii lyne-ou the kture."
~ Dear ptcmOGr 93b terrible !" sighed