The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-02-04
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Philip Martin married! l could
hardly believeThe words. Phil mar
ried. indeedl Phil, who eschewed al !
female thraldom; Phil. who was al.
ways so light.hearted and gay! In the
midst Of my pondcrings a, hand fell
heavily upon my shoulder, and gay
voice cried:
"How are your"
Here was the ssoject Of my thoughts
the same careless Phil, with his in
different air, the same careless smile
upon his face.
"Hallo! just arrived, and the first
rtono hurled at me is your marriage
How came you to forget yourself,
Phil?'
''Ha! ha! A mouse.like little being
captured, me. She loves me desper-
ately, SAM"
"And you have given up flirting
and have ben. to the will of woman
"Why, no! | cant sec the use Of a
fellow bury.ng himself because he Is
married. ] like the girls and they
like me. don't debar my wife from
gcntlemens society. Come up to tea,
Sam," and he vanished lnsD his Office.
Poor thing! thought. She does
not know Phil. Martin as l do, else
she would have considered the future
Gre trusting herself in his care. To
be sure, his heart was warm too
warm, and sufficiently large to take in
the entire female population. She
must have cold nature to endure
Pills performances with perfect sweet
ness Of disposition.
met Mrs. Martin at tea. My
heart sank, as l looked upon delicate
white-faced. blue-eyed woman. She
could never do anything with Phil. !
was confident. She was very un'
demonstrative in her disposition. and
presided over the board with very
simple dignity. She was 50 natural
and calm in all her movements, that
my admiration arose TO an alarming
height. So high. indeed. that ! re.
GREETED I had not married Mrs. Mar
Tin myself. She would not have died
Of u broken heart then. as she was
sure to do. being Pills wife.
IL shall not be home until bite. Pes
sic. have an engagement at Arder'
sons. Two charming cousins. just
arrived from New York. They have
como to Vermont TO rusticate. Good.
bye. Bessie"
"Good-byc. Phil. Don't hurry" she
replied.
I saw her blue eyes grew bluer and
her lips quivcr little, bat she spoke
resolutely, and Phil. sauntered away.
"You are benr! Forsake your
wife for two chits." | growlod.
Phil. gave vent to n low whistle.
"It's ~, Phil. You don't take good
care of your wife,"
That's good, now! She has all she
wants TO eat, drink and wear. She
has my full consent to go where she
plcases. never object 20 her bon
net, or poodle dogs. Sam, the truth
is. I'm model husband.
The last saw OF Phil. that evening,
he entered the Anderson establish
ment. Through the gau,y window
curtains, caught glimpses Of lustrou'
silks. moving curls, glorious faces, and
flashing jewels. A burst Of stormy,
passionate music. fell upon my ear,
and knew that Philip Martin had
gone where his soul would be fettere,l.
We had been fast friends for long
year,. but the mind picture of that pa.
tient little wife. watching for him, her
anxious face pressed against the win
dow, again and again, viewing naught
but the glimmering starlight. made
me almost hate the man who gave her
pain.
Business jostled me about some
weeks. ! was more bent upon the
pursuit of filthy lucre than the foot
steps of my fellows. l hsd almost
frgotlen that Phil. had u wife, until
ne walked iuto my sancium.
"whsre have you kept yourself, old
Loyi Why don't you call aud see a
fellow
"Business. Phil. How is your
w.fsy'
"wsll | believe - truth i, SAN. !