The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1877-05-25

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1afEet 500 darker around her Ia
who z NT' This question na,ls,
change ~ The current 6f Ma IT,
hhds thoughts Hapidlg she eas.ed 1,
wYiew one lady friend sitter anofbe, bu
b. Htthaut aH Incident tn r. agfstg w.
10 Ne limos and seasons Nv which ~, En,
band hal been atsont from boms @e,,
uWelt upon. Once n week regularly \,
Ntht cut ~ the evening, 0eeaaiepattv
4 twice The regular abaenee gas los nv
purpose Of attending = literary aoeief0M
least NJ be- had informed bEs esiG
N0w, Tor the first time. doubt ~ ~
tfuth efert IN, and this doubt was the
weeping away of al the sufo founda.
; ton on which her soul had rested.
For q time Mr. Rowland remained sit
ting at his secretary with his face buried
IN his hands. ~ length rising with slow
weary motion, ~ n Of ono exhausted nv
bodily or mental eSertion, he drew out
bis watch.
"Halfpast ninef" WIS calculated in
surprise. And then he looked through
the door over towards the cbambe,
whittier his wife had gone with the
children, and stood listening for some
sound. All was silent. For a short time
ne moved in an uneasy, irresOlute way
about the room, and sitting down, tried
to hnd interest in the pages of a book.
But IN a little while the volume closed
in his hand. Thought was too busy in
another direction to dwell even with a
fayorite author.
"Ten O'Clock! The bell was ringing
its clear notes from a %neighborinp steenIe
Mr.. Rowland started up,and turning ont
the hight, went over to the sleeping-roomf
His wife was in bel. He spoke to her,
but she did not answer.
Are you asleepY" No motion nor re.
Spouse of any kind. She lay with her face
nearly hidden under the bed clothes. He
looked at her in astrange earnest manner
Tor some moments, and then, moving
about noiselessly prepared for rest. The {
day had been one of much activity, and |
Mr. Rowland was weary enough for !
sleep. Soon after his head touched the 7
pillow he was in the land of dreams h
Ills deep breathing had scarcely given II
evidence OF the fact ere a light movement
IN the part of Mrs. Rowland showed her =
o be awake. Presently she drew the Z
'lothes from her face, and raised herself n
'~autlously. The heavy breathing of her o.
husband was not disturbed. She sat IN "
n bed he still slept on; she glided from m
eneath the covering, and cropping in the ii
arkness, found her husbands vest, from sy
'hich she took key. n,
"Mother!' The slight noise made dC
the chamber door had disturbed m
ne of the children. Mrs. Rowland 81
GOD still holding her breath. The call r,
as not repeated, and she went out, bu
her way along the passage with pl
hand on the wall. Entering the room no
'e sought, she closed the door behind tn
and drew the belt, fastening herself WA
3. After lighting the gas she went to fall
II husbands secretary, and with the a c
y In her possession unlocked one of the In
ivate drawers. Her hand shook as the mi
y ratified on the scutcheon before a RI,
ay was found into the wards. The th,
object that met her view as the are
awer came open was a morocco minia- ho,
re case, which she seized upon with a tw,
itch as eager as that of a bird of prev for
d bearing it to the gas-iight, Embossed the
r clasp and exposed the face of her a
tin
1t was a young and lovely face, and in
9 eyes looked up into hers with a ten So
r and sweet expression. Away from ma
? pure forehead the hair of golden au- emf
rn fell smooth back, and Law in curls in I
'uI ner NECK, that was winter and plis
rer than alabaster. The lips were lab,
|, soft, and arched as if for a fight of taxi
Loves witchery was in the of 7
ture countenance. and
'Viil' very SUN, dld the vile sit and unit
e down upon her rivals face-that hipf
2 on which, scarcely an hour before, feet
had seen her husbands kisses laid,
u, very still, she sat, the tears creep.
u of her eyes, falling slowly over that
cheeks and dropping upon the mini stea'
re. Was she jealous of that rival -? ploy
! Her heart was too glad for zeal wag,
y, too full of joy, too wild with a new poin
n Happiness. The bride of ten wears toriI
was the rival of to-day, and the A. '
of her husband was true to his intro
VOWS! 1t was no fault of his of IL
he could not love what had become made
)vely. Not unlovely in the poorer Mr..
ification of that word, as indicating the
1ges wrought by the wearing hand Of whic
but u%nlovely through indulgence bred
impatience, and f~rettulness, and in upon
neglect of Observation-Disclosures not /
from carefessness of attire and per. than
neatness. be E,
18th the image of herself as she was prove
years before, and with the IMAGE of south
husband fondly, ~passionately kissing sand
image, dwelling in her imagination, mills,
Rowland wen back to her bed, bred
had suddenly awakened from a thous
and the language of her heart amazi
- Thank God, | am awakep' it by
they sat at breakfast on the next and b
ing, Mrs. Rowland noticed a change still.
expression of her husbands face when
looked at her across the table, let. Island
his eyes dwell upon her with un- of fro
interest. 1t was an almost admirinp million
sslon. She was in no doubt as to goods
ause, for she had attired herself starvir
scrupulous care in a clean, bright the va
ng wrapper, and wore a cap fas- rur d.,
at one side with a rubber bairpin ihh !
.namented with two or three small
ana a s!prlg of flowers. A down s
llnen collar pinned WITT a cameo as cricl
her neck; And, better than muslin
! naI oahlsneu every sign of dis reaping
I and tiuin from her face. ranged
wv sweet mother looks this morn At this
'alu WI. hoWland, glancing at one ments
chlluren VINO sat near her, and Lauren
! one OF ms OLD, bright smiles. nameles
. 7 sne ! answered the little one south,