The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-05-02
TWICE MARRIED.
BY A. NJ. ENRIGHT.

No one envied brown-haired, brown-eyed
little Jennie WILDER, as she stood in the
church and plighted her VOWS for life to Joe
DelaHy. Though many a fair one wished
herself in her place; STILL no one envied
her the happiness that came to her in the
love of such good young man as Joe.
She was so good and kind, her winning
unassuming ways disarmed envy and the
cong atulations she received were sincere.
The hustle incidental to a wedding day
died out, and after rather extended we'd
ding tour, they returned to this city and
took up their residence in a cosy suburban
retreat almost buried in honeysuclSles and
rose-yines. The swallows built their nests
and twittered noisily meath Overhanging
caves, apparently as delighted at the beauty
of their surroundings as was the little,
brown-eyed woman who fed them crumbs
everyday and seemed so intent on making
friends with them.
Three happy years sped rapidly here to
Jennie; life seemed to her world OF bliss;
NO shadow darkened the sunshine of her
days; TIE same loving kiss was hers every
morning, as her husband left for his place OF
business in the city; the same fond greeting
on his return. To see these married people
strolling along by the little lake on their
property, or rowing over its CLASSY surface
on a summer evening. would suggest the
thought: How unruffied the ocean of life
was for them and how supremacy happy
they must be. No more. Never a thought
that the ocean of life would ever be rough
10 them. would enter your mind. But the
rough waters came On returning from the
city one evening in early summer, Joe was
surprised that Jennie did not as usual come
running down the walk to meet him.
Toddling towards him, Growing with glee.
came his little baby girl, who spied him from
the open doorway. He caught her in his
arms, tossed her high to her great delight,
and with a vague feeling of unrest entered
the house. Jennie was seated in the pleas
ant supper room, her eyes red with weep
ing. Setting down the baby, he placed his
arms round the fearful little woman and
asked the cause of her trouble.
''Ohl joe" she sobbed, Il feel so miser-
able. had letter from poor Cousin Lou.
See, read it for yourself You know" she
went on, while he read IL was brought up
with Lou; her mother, my dear old aunt,
was a mother to me since | was left without
one, and now both she and uncle are dead.
Their property is heavily encountered, and
Lou is without a home. Everything is go
inc. OH Joe, what can / do for her2" and
the brown eyes looked at him pleadingly.
'Why not offer her a home with you, Jen-
ME, until she can find better one. or at
least until she can lay her plans for the flu
ture?' said he.
So it was settled. Jennie Delany sent
warm invitation 10 her cousin, Louisa Mont
earder, and hustled about in preparation for
her expected guest. "You viii like her
well, joe" she said on the evening preced
ing her arrival "she is so tall and stately,
with magnificent dark eyes and wreath OF
dark hair. And her voice will charm you.
Railways entranced me to hear her sing"
Joe Delaney smiled and wondered whether
he could ever like tall, stately woman, his
wee wife lool ed so lovely, or hear a voice
that was such music to his ear as her low,
sweet soft one so full of melody.
Louisa was stately without a doubt. She
looked ard walked a queen Jennie had
coaxed her soon after her arrival 10 the reso-
luton to maintain herself by employing her
talents in this line, and so the summer even
ings were still more enlivened. Jennie
much OF whose evenings were taken up with
her baby, was delighted that Joe could en-
JOY himself In Louisa's society, and while
lulling the child TO sleep would often open
the nursery door to listen to her cousins
rich voice filling the little home with mel
ody. Joe is such good singer, too, She
would say, as her husbands cultivated voice
accompanied that of the fascinating Lou
lit is so pleasant for him that she is here -
and then her eyes would sparkle tearfully
with an exquisite sense of gladness to think
she was instrumental in tightening the great
trouble that had fallen on her cousin.
The summer days passed rapidly, and Jen-
ME never noticed that she was warming
serpent, whose sting would be death to her.
Lou wove all her spells TO captiyate the
heart Of the wealthy Joe Delany she did
not give thought to Jennie. The dream
ing passionate eyes, the rich southern beau
~, told on the heart of the man who was
subjected to her spells, when his gentle lit
tie wife was engaged with her child. If we
would walk Alright we must fly temptation
on its first approach, never stay to argue,
never pause To admire the beauty that will
be our destruction if we delay. Joe Delany
vas good man in the usual acceptation OF
che word, but the constant companionship
of this beautiful and unprincipled siren was
too much for him. His moral stamina was
not strong enough; his religious principles
were not deeply based; and he was drawn
imperceptibly into the dangerous curreHt
from which there was poor chance of escape.
The fervid days of autumn came, and one
glorious September evening Joe and Lou
went out on the lake to enjoy the rich sun
set Twilight shadows were gathering when
bEight-eyed Jennie tripped down to the
brook 10 gather some flowers that grew by
the summer house. wherewith to decorate
the supper table. Naturally lightfooted,
her step was noiseless on the green sward,
and as she stopped to Gull the flowers, she
was startled by her cousins voice.
And what will you do with Jennie2" she
vas asking.
Lon. beloved Loul why distract me with