Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-12-06

left her husband in the little room
where they usually sat together
through the evening, while she put
the children 10 bed.
Mrs. Howland did not feel In
elined to return to the family sit.
ting room, where she bad left her
husband, bat remained within the
chamber with her sleeping little
ones in . musing, brooding, unhap-
py state Of mind Something oi
eoldneas and alienation had been
growing up between her and her
husband for . long time past The
old tenderness Of manner which
had been 90 sweet was al gone
He was kind, thoughtful IN regard
10 her comfort, honorable and true,
bat getting more formal and less
afectionate in manner every day.
His wife, who had loved him very,
very tenderly. and still loved him,
had failed to give her life adequate
responses to his-bsd, in the fret
and fever OF "a disciplinary existence,
suffered herself TO work amid dis
turbing and discordant elements in
stead Of taking her place serenely
by bis side. And 80, harmonious
things had been permitted to jar,
where al might have been peace.
1t WAS pressing upon the mind
OF Mrs. Rowland that her husband
had cea.e1 70 love her, and iis con
,iction was taking oil the sweet
ness out Of be- life. II did not
once occur to her that she was her
self growing unlovely, that she
had laid aside nearly all the exter-
nsl things by which, when 3 maiden,
she bad sought 10 win L:n-the
sunny countenaace, the allurin2
voice and manner, the scrupulous
attire the Difference TO Lis taste and
opinions, the guard upon her tenn
per, the vomanly elevation OF char
acter that made her seem as one
who ruled the kingdom Of her own
soul. This was the being he had
loved, this was the women he had
taken TO walk with him through
life. Alas, for the fading idea |!
He had found, instead, one who
made scarcely an effort at self-gov-
ernmeut, whose feelings and i'm
pulses were her springs OF actions.
Deeply, passionstely she loved him,
but not wisely; self-sbnegsting
love plesses both itself and the OBJ
iect of its devotion. Without some
change on the part Of Mrs. How
land, it was impossible for them to
grow together again.
For nearly half an hour after her
children were asleep the mother
sat in her wretcbed mood, apart
rom her husband, and feeling no
inclination to join him.
"AIl love has died." said she, 81
I'M nothing now" And as she said
his her heart shivered with an in
tinctive realization Of what her
words involved. The fear for the
oss Of thing so precious as hus-
lands love seized upon her soul
md inspired new purpose. A
owe worth winning was surely
rorth an effort to retain. And was
1ot the way to win the way to keepi
4 new light broke into Mrs. How
apd's mind. She began to see
things in herself that were very far
from being in harmony with her
life when . undertakings that
would certainly have repealed a
lover, and were they bonds for a
These thoughts startled the
wife. Then old memo
ries we're revived, bringing back
old states, pictures warm with the
bues Of love came out OF the dim
past.
ais the cup broken and the wine
spilled r. she asked Of herself
"God forbiHp came from her
Iips 10 due uttersnce. Then she
LEFT the chamber where b., children
slept, and with -iient feet vert
slowly towards the apartment IL
which she Lad left her husband
alone.
On the way she paused, stood
till for a moment, then returned
The PAS was Burning low. She
brew uy 'hc light and light
election ~ herself III he toilet
lass. Ouc glance sufiired. That
yns not the style in wbioh she APP
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