The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1876-09-27

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So she quieted her conscience with
the hopeful speeious promises, and
the next day, finding it impossible to
get ready herself in time to go with
Mrs. Coddington's party, was obliged
to employ the services of high
priced dress maker. whoes bill for
her work she tucked away 10 her
pocketbook also, and thus swelled
the Indebtedness Of her husband to
be paid when she returned.
Alb, when she returned.
If she had only known, as she kiss
ed her daintily hidden haud to her
husband as be stood watching her
of, with look in his eyes that was
mingled love, sternness, pride, annoy
anee and harrassing worry.
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Zone of the prettiest women at the
seaside, aud certainly The best dress
ed. She must be bankers wife, at
the least. Who did you say you un-
derstood she was 2"
Old Mr.. Wingfeld put up his
eyeglass as Mrs. Tremayne went by,
fair TO see as liIv, in her carriage
dress of tender cream tint, with her
lace covered, pink lined parasol max
ing faint rosy shades on her clear
blonde face and brilliant golden hair.
'She is Mrs. Ellis Tremavne, from
London, with the Coddington's ! be-
lieye, and putting up at the Parade.
A regular beauty, isn't she ?n
Mr. Wingfeld put bis eyeglass
slowly back staring after the Cod
dington carriage
Mrs. Ellis Tremayne | suppose
her husband is here ?''
"Not that | know of. Indeed,
think / heard young Bellburn say be
was unable to leave his business-a
bookkeeper on sometime believe,
for firm in the CITY"
Mr.. Wingfeld arose from his chair
with an old smile on his face
Mrs. Tremayne must either be
mistress of the wonderful economy
of making a pound travel both ways,
or else"
A boy with yellow envelope tapp-
ed him on the arm.
ooh, telegram; from my son |
presume. Wait a minute %
He deliberately adjusted his glass.
es, and then opened the dispatch.
"Come at once. Everything trac-
ed to T."
Jas. Wingfeld.
And as be returned the paper to
the envelope he looked up to see Mrs.
Tremayne dashing by again, her face
radiant with pleasore and excitement
as Bullburn talked and laughed with
her.
The pretty little house seemed so
lonely and deserted after Effie had
gone, and Ellis Tremayne threw
himself YEARLY on the lounge in ber
boudoir, bis face wearing marks OF
strangely contorted discouragement
and excitement.
For an hour or TIVE he lay there,
his eyes closed, bis figure motiouless,
and then be arose with nslf groan
of mental distress
This will never do | shall go
mad if | stay here with only my
thoughts for"
He had gone over to the little
dressing bureau, carelessly taking up
two little pieces of paper that Efie
had entirely forgotten to hide, and a
pallor, even more marked than his
late deatbly paleness. Overspread his
face as he saw the two formida ble
bills.
Then something very like an oath
came from his set teeth
MY temptation be or her head
my
He sprung suddenly to his feet as
the doorbell pealed imperiously, and
listened with no ordinary curiosity
as a mans voice demanded to see
Mr.. Ellis Tremayue, and heard the
servant usher his company into the
drawiDg-room.
Then be went slowly, slowly down
stairs, into the presence of Mr. Wing
field and an officer.
"Mr. Tremayne you are discover
ed in your peat system of embezzle-
ment. Officer"
Ellis stepped baughtily back.
Zone moment, gentlemen, if you
please. Twenty-four hours later |
would have been beyond pursuit; as
it is, what is the difference between
q haunted life abroad, or-this :"
Quick as fash, the pistol gleani-
ed in the gaslight.
A report, a heavy fall that thun-
iered through the house like doom,
and the husband of a woman that
was too unwomanly to bear her share
n the burden of life-the woman en-
Dying her briei hour of pleasure on
be sunlit ocean shore-the woman
who had it in her power. as all wo-
men who are wives have, to goad to
destruction in some form or another,
'r guide to happiness and success, in
'ome means or another, this husband;
Who was less wicked than weak, went
o his reward.
And who shall say whose was the
,uilt?
Hers or not, who knelt and sobb-
ID over his dead face, and tried TO
'eason into silence an inner voice that
efused to be still
Sister wives, be You careful. least,
'lthough your hands and hearts are
lot stained with a crime like this
md many q wife's hands and heart
re thus reddened to-day-be careful
hat it lays not at your door that
Tour husbands lose ali their faith and
rust in women's sacred VOW as well
IS blessed privilege to share eagerly
u their economies and many petty
that no household is with
small ibougb tuey now are,
{ not accepted in the spirit of pa
fence, love and forbearance, are the
title yexes that destroy the vine be-
lond the hope of recovery.
blue Jenesr Williams, Democrat
C candidate for Govonor of Indiana,
IOes not appear to have been nomina-