Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1876-09-16
less, pride, annoyance and harassing

ness, pride, annoyance and harassing
worry.
"One of the prettiest women at the
seaside, and certainly the best dressed.
She must be a bankers wife, at the
least. Who did you say you understood
she was9"
Old Mr.. Wingfeld put up his eyeglass
as Mrs. Tremayne went by, fair to see
as a lily, in her carriage dress of tender
cream tint, with her lace covered, pink
lined parasol making faint rosy shades
on her clear blonde face and brilliant
golden hair.
"She is Mrs. Ellis Tremayre, from
London, with the Coddington's, L be-
lieve, and putting up at the Parade. A
regular beauty, isn't she 2"
Mr.. Wingfeld put his eyeglass slowly
back, staring after the Coddington car
riage.
"Mrs. Ellis Tremayne. I suppose
her husband is here9"
"Not that 1 know of. Indeed, l think
1 heard young Bellburn say he was un-
able to leave his business bookkeeper
or something, I believe, for firm in the
CITY,"
Mr.. Wingfield arose from his chair
with an old smile on his face.
"Mrs. Tremayne must either be mis-
tress of the wonderful economy of
making pound travel both ways, or
else
A boy with a ayellow envelope tapped
him on the arm.
"Oh, telegram; from my son, 1 pre-
sumo. Wait minute2"
He deliberately adjusted his glasses,
and then opened the dispatch.
"Come at once. Everything traced
to L. JAS. WNGFIELD.
And as he returned the paper to the
envelope he looked up to see Mrs. Ire
mayne dashing by again, her face radi-
ant with pleasure and excitement as
Bellburn talked and laughed with her.
r. r
The pretty little house seemed SO
lonely and deserted after Effie had gone,
and Ellis Tremayne threw himself
YEARLY on the lounge in her boudoir,
his face wearing marks of strangely
contorted discouragement and excite
ment.
For an hour or two he lay there, his
eyes closed, his figure motionless, and
then he earose with half groan of men
tai 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 Effie had entirely
forgotten to hide, and a pallor, even
more marked than his late deathly pale
ness, overspread his face as he saw the
two formidable bills.
Then something very like an oath
came from his set teeth.
"My temptation be on her head
N.Y.
He sprung suddenly to his feet as the
doorbell pealed imperiously, and listened
with no ordinary curiosity as mans
voice demanded to SEQ Mr.. Ellis IRE
mayne, and heard the servant usher his
company into the drawing room.
Then he went slowly, slowly down
stairs, into the presence of MIR. Wing
field and an officer.
"Mr. Tremayne, you are discovered
in your neat system of embezzlement.
Officer - a
Ellis stepped haugktily back.
"One moment, gentlemen, if you
please. Mr.. Wingfeld, am discover
ed. Twenty-four hours later would
have been beyond pursuit; as it is, what
- h. l,To-o-oa hntxroo,, 11,Y,foI re-
abroad, or-this2"
Quick as flash, the pistol cleaned in
the gaslight.
A report, a heavy fall that thundered
through the house like doom, and the
husband of woman that was too un-
womanly to bear her share in the bur-
den of life the woman enjoying her
brief hour of pleasure on the sunlit
ocean shore-the woman who had it in
her power, as all women who are wives
have, to goad to destruction in some
form or another, or guide to happiness
and sue 'ess, in some means or another,
this husband, who was less wicked than
weak, went to his reward.
And who shall say whose was the
guilt2
Hers or not, who knelt and sobbed
over his dead face, and tried to reason
into silence an inner voice that refused
to be still.
Sister wives, be you careful, lest, al
though your hands and hearts are not
stained with crime like this-and many
wife's hands and heart are thus red
doned to -day-be careful that it lays not
at your door that your husbands lose all
their faith and trust in woman's sacred
VOW as we'll as blessed privilege to
share eagerly in their economies and
many petty grievances thatno household
is without-that small though they now
are, if not accepted in the spirit of pa,
tience, love and forbearance, are the
little vexes that destroy the vine beyond
the hope of recovery.