Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1876-07-04
"When shall send for the l.oes =" Mn.

"When shall l send for the laces I" Mrs.
Ellison finally AsEed, when she rose to depart.
I'm take them home myself about dusk,"
said Lefty, inwIrdly resolving to get herDslfG
n glimpse into the paradise which had so
nearly been her own.
Aud so, at twilight, with the daintily ironed
and fluted laces in her basket, she walked to
HadfeId Hall.
How stately i: looked with its broad cSIon>
naded facade, all Glitteriug with lights; IL
grand conservatory a. the back, whore PAlR
leaves aud bananas brushed the glass top, aAd
the terrIced grounds Oh, if she had only SAid
yes" to Howard Lindsey eleven yeaES Agsl
Within, everything was in keeping. Az
minister carpets, like banks of moss, covered
the floor marble statues ttood in velvet lined
inches; lights glOwed softly, and tables,
loaded with ornaments, stood around.
Hush !" said Lefty, - Mrs. ElliHOn, With
some pride, pointed ont the various beauties
of the place. "What is that noise like q
woman crying ?-in the next room, 1 think"
Mrs. Ellison's face cloudcd over.
Its Mrs. LindSley, poor dear" said she.
Tho masters brute. Hos been drinking
too mueh-M'Ilc. StCphauie says he Gl~ay0
drinks too much-and he struck her StruOh
her aud called her whimperipg fool, before
all of Us servants. never saw . man strike
a woman before. and I declare il made me
sick oil over. But StcphInie says it'S Gems
mon thing enough. Oh, my dear, sshe's
wretchcd in spite of all her money"
elias she no children ?" Lettie softly asked.
"She had two, Int sho lost 'en both
Mile Stephanie says she ofton cries and
wishes she was dead, too. And don't uoA.
der much, with such husband as shes get.
lush there he comes now.
AID A.A- L.ks r
Italian marble stAtuAry, the two Wonsa
watched Howard IIndslCy stalk gloOmly by,
with red, infImcd eyes, sullcn, overlooking
face, and shufliug, unsteady footstcp.
Silently, Lcttie Wyngard went home,
thanking g God in hcr heart that she was poor
mans wifs.
Have you heard of the sccideptF asked
old Peter Styles, who was standing ont at the
gate, as she hurried by in tho deepening dusk.
"No, wha: accidentY What has hap
pened {"
THAT thOro house as your husband was
wOrkin' in has all tumbled in ! All hSapO'
ruins Something wrong about tho foundG-
lion, they say, and"
"Oh my God :" wildly interrupted I.ottie,
clAping her hands. Was no hurt! Ny
husband !"
"Well," hositAtcd old Styles, "thorO wOro
two men killed, aud one had his arm broke.
But"
Lcttic waited to horr no more. Swift as an
arrow out Of bow sho sped homcwSTd, .
horrible drend winging her footsteps with al
most incredible speed. Oh, if John should
30 killcd-JOhn, her faithful, loyal husband.
whom she had rocked so lightly of-Whom
that very day she had allowed to leave her
without the goodbye kiss. II her children
Z ahnuld ba fat
john John !" she walled, rs sho pushed
open tho door, and went bronthIcssIy into tho
kitchen.
"well, lit,lO woman, what is itW
And-Oh thanks to an alI.merciful
Hcaveu-John Wyngard turned his bright.
loving face toward her from tho hearth.side,
where he was sitting with a child on either
knee.
81 know wha. is in your dumb, questions
ing eyes. Lefty. / am not hurt, thank God.
/ had gone TO the hardware storo for another
barrel of nails when the building fell. No,
no, Lefty, you'll! not get rid Of mo quite SO
easy"
LcttiO throw herself so5bing into his arms.
"Ah John, John, lovo mo. Hold me
close to your heart, John. Two been repiu-
ing and selfish. I've never been half gsod
enough to you; but, please God, I'll be bet
ter woman and a moro faithful wifo from this
night henceiorward"
And then shO told him the history of the
days adventures.
"It'S natural enough, littlo wife," said
John, kindly strokiDg her hair. "But, for
all that, I'm glad you've realized that money
is not always happiness"
And a moro contcntCd couple than JShR
Wyngard and his wife Lefty never sal BY .
cherry freside. Lefty has proftcd by her
lesson.