The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-02-04

walking on this street forf'
mot walking, riding with as hand
.omc a fellow as yourself Her broth.
er, perhaps
The devil Some iackanape. How
long ha. this been going on, Sam
"Botherl III not be a tale-benrer.
Ask her. Besides, you don't debar
her from gcnilcmcn's society, you
know"
But my wife must not create talk
he expos,ulatcd warmly.
Il suppose her husband lais perfect
right to raise a whirlwind Of gossip
I'VE won't quarrel, Sam. Put ur
these books and away to tea with me-
Again I was sitting at the tca'table,
where Mrs. Martin presided with her
accustomed grace.
"Do you 60 out tonight, Phils' she
asked, as he took his tea.
Tuesday night!-club-no, a dance
over at the hall"
IL. i, proper place. PHIL Thought
those dances rather questionable
Hal ha! you were never there,
Bessie; you can't tell"
IL am glad they are NICE" she re
plied, with a sigh Of relief.
Phil 5 foot WIS on mine, his mouth
twitched mysteriously, but he allowed
bessie to feel comfortable with the idea
that these danccs. frequen,ed by coarse
people, were sufficiently proper fo' her
husband to attend. Phil. was in the
habit was in the habit Of attending
them for what he considered rare fun.
Bessie did not object, but kissed her
husband sweetlv, and said:
BE sure aud come home by break
fast time, my dear"
How unconccrned she was. | ex
pectcd sullenness, or at least. repre-
wing look. / don't know why l atten
ded that dance; I suppose Phil. tease'I
me. b.. went and saw Phil. in the
s,me quadrille with girls not fit Ia
touch his wife's hand.
| There was a rustic at the door, a
pink, gauzy fairy, glided in and took
a place directly opposite Phil. A del
| icatc flush was blended with the Ill,
of her checks, her long brown cull'
swept to the skirt of her pink dress,
tina. floatcd about her like sunset
clouds. How marble white were her
bare neck aud arms! Surely, Thought
II, il Eve was like this woman, l do
not censure Adam for eating the ap'
pie. How like sylph she danced!
Have you ever seen feather floating
up and down. circling round and round
in the morning air! She was very
like it
/ turned my gaze to Phil. He was
wretchedly pallid, and was Numbering
through the set, in an objectionable
manner. The fairy wbirled about on
her flying toes. faced me fairly, and
smiled. Heavens! it was Bessie Mar
tin! How beautiful she was. with the
excitement and smiles!
Phil. came to me modify.
isn't this enough to enragc a fel'
low? She dances with everybody and
everything. 1 can not get bv her
tside u moment. That fellow brought
her hcre-Brown.'
That's the gallant in her rides"
replied.
This affair must be looked into
must be looked into! Marvellous pro
ceedings for woman pretending to be
II good wife
We left at an early hour, left the
fairy treading the waltz with Browns
arm cncircling her.
Come in. Sam; | shall shoot my
self if left alone
Don't spoil your beauty. The An
derson's might cut you them mali
ciously responded.
When Bessie entered her home. her
husband expatiated largely upon her
SIM give you the story as Phil. gave
it to me-but she opened her eyes
very wide. and said;
"You said they we're nice, Phil.
Again. if you can attend them. | can.
They will not disgrace me more than
you. and Harry Brown Is such
splendid escort
In vain did Phil. storm and rage.
She briook herscf bel. and went
serenely to sleep, in the midst If his
masterpiece harangue. Nothing could
awaken her; she ireathed evenly, hel
lips wreathed with a careless smile.
1t happened that ] went to hoard
with Phil. the next day. and the same
question was propounded second
time.
care you going cut tonight. Phil?
"Yes, to the club"
She smiled, and passed him some
cake.
When Phil. and returned that
sht. the gas was burning low, and
Bessie was gone. Phil. walked softly
to her room. but the pillows were