Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1877-03-27

| His head fell, like that of weary child
Oh my shoulder Grew him gently to
SOFA, and soothed him with thousand
murmured words-a thousand mute ca
resses. For had it not all been nv fault?
And through all the long weeks that
followed Inursed him with unwavering
care and devotion. l had but one
thought-one desire-to redeem myself
in his estimation to. prove to him that
was something more and higher than
the mere butterfly of fashion had hith-
erto showed myself
Well, the March winds had howled
themselves away into their mountain
businesses; the brilliant April rain drops
were dried on bough and spray; and now
the apple blossoms weee tossing their
fragrant pillows, of pinky bloom i'm the
deep blue air of latter May.
| Where were we now? f.l..,,.feS ..
1t is picturesque little villa, not. far.
out of London, furnished very Ike a
magnitled baby house. Gerald sat in
cushioned easy chair in the garden, just
where he could glance through the open
window at me, working busily with my
needle.
"What an industrious fairy it istp be
said, smiling sadly.
| "Well you see like it! It's a great deal
better than those sonatas on the piano."
| who would ever have thought YOU
would make so notable housekeeper?"
laughed gleefully; had all a child's
delight i'm being praised. - n
Are you not going to Miss Delancey's
croquet partys" he pursued. o'"
mo; what do / care for croquet par.
ties! am going to finish your shirts.
and you'll read aloud to me-"
"Madaline, want You to answer me
one question"
| "What is it?"
What have you done with your dia-
monds %
u sold them long ago; they paid sever
al heavy bills, besides settling half a years
rent here p
but, Madaline, you were so proud Of
your diamonds p -
u was once; now they would be the
bitterest reproach my eyes could meet.
Oh. Gerald, had I been less vain. and
thoughtlless, and extravagant--"
checked myself, and q robin. singing
in the perfumed depths of apple blossoms,
took the dropped current of the sound
|. That's right, little red breast" said
my husband, half jokinsly, "talk her
down. She has forgotten that our past
is dead and gone, and that we have turn
ed over a new page in the Rook Of Exist.
ence Madeline. do you know how I
feel, sometimes, when look at you.".
Nor ru9. el hef
We'll, 1 feel like a widower who has
married again."
My heat gave little superstitious
jump.
| "fes; can remember my first wife
brilliant, thoughtless child, without any
idea beyond the present whims-a spoiled
plaything. Well, that little Madeline has
vanished away into the past somewhere;
she has gone away 10 return to me no
more; and in her stead, I behold nv
second wife-a thoughtful, tender waman,
whose watchful love surrounds me like
an atmosphere, whose character grows
more noble, and developes itself into new
depth and beauty every day." - -
was kneeling at his side now, with
my Cheek upon his 4rrn, and my eyes
looking into his.
"And which do you love better, Gerald
the first first or second wifs?"
81 think the trials and vicissitudes
through which we have passed are vel
come, indeed, since they have brought me,
as their harvest fruits, the priceless treas.
ure Of my recond wife I"
| This was what Gerald answered me-
the sweetest words that ever fell upon nv
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