The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-11-01
A WOman's Great Sorrow.

1t was at this season of the year, just
seven years ago, that an extraordinary
scene occurred in Danbury. 1t was in
the evening, and a couple were bring
ing in several pots of plants from the
yard to save them from the frost which
the temperature of outdoors threat
ened. While thus engaged she spoke,
referring to a geranium she had in her
hand:
81 wouldn't lose this one for great
deal, as mother gave it to me.'
He looked at it.
your mother gave to you Guess
not. l bought that plant myself"
"Why, it's no such thing
81 tell you I did," he added, speak
ing with warmth.
"And l tell you you didn't" she
firmly asseverated. ado you suppose
don't know what was given to mel"
"Do you suppose 1 don't know what l
bought with my own money!"
elf you say you bought that gerani-
um," she said, speaking very slowly,
and with white lips, "you say what you
know to be false.''
EDO you mean to say lie?" he
Kissed.
elf you say that, I do"
g You shall be sorry for this,'' he
threatened.
" NEVER" she retorted.
He put on his hat and coat and left
the house.
That was seven years ago this fall.
She never saw him again, nor heard
from him in all that seven years. What
must have been the thoughts, the agony
OF mind endured by that wretched wife
in that time no one on earth knows.
She kept her thoughts to herself, and
patiently, as far as outward appearance
went, bore the burden put upon her.
On Friday evening of last week her
door opened, and a man walked into
her presence. There was look, a cry,
and she was in the arms of her husband
What happy home was that. All the
agony OF the seven long years was for
gotten in that hour of reconciliation
and reunion. A hearty supper was
spread, and with tears and smiles she
lowered about him, ministering to every
want. After supper there was long
talk of the. past. .,e..
A" 1t is so Singular" she said, speak
ing In one of the pauses, "that it should
have happened as it did. can scarce
ly comprehend it all. 1t seems like an
awful dream. We both lost our tenn
pers, and we have both suffered for it.
The miserable geranium! Do you know
L can not bear to see one of those
plantsp / told mother to come and
take it back, for / would not have it in
sight, r
what" he calculated, edo you still
persist in saying that she gave it to
you?''
"Why, John, of course she did.
Haven't you got over that idea yet?"
B" No, | haven't, - he persisted, his face
darkening. 81 bought that geranium
just as sure as I'm living man. z
She thought of his years of cruel de-
sertion, of all he had caused her to suffer
because OF his obstinacy, and her heart
hardened, and her face flushed.
You are mean to say that when You
know it is false y
" 1t ism 'tfalse. It's Heavens truth. y
cts no such thing. It's a mean,
contemplate ie.n
He jumped up from the chair, seized
his hat and coat, and shot out of the
house in flash, and she never uttered
a word OF protest. She sat there with
clenched hands and white face, and
let him go.
And SO he is gone. And to-day she is
alone again with the old burden and the |
old pain. Danbasry News.
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