Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-08-04
A CONVENIENT MARRIAGE.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

1t was cold morning, a very dulh
cold, dreary morning. y duller and
drearier could not come to earth, thought
Mr.. Mulle., sitting over his uncomiorta
bic breakfast in disordcrly room.
"Days did not use to be SO gray and
cold, ." he said to himself, "a year or two
ago"
Then his wife was alive-his pretty,
good, orderly wife. How pleasant her
face used to look across the table how
nice everything was how they used TO
chat and make their plans about the flu
ture, and what their children We're to be,
and what they would do for them. Now
the poor things wero growing up like
weeds. lie could not send them from
him, and, though he was not poor, all
the wages he paid could not buy trust
worthy services. 1t seemed to hlm that
fate had never used any man cruolly be-
fore. Why should he have teen left n
wilowcr, who was So good II husband,
when men who were not it to have wives
kept them ?
" love home. don't want to live at
n club. mover neglected Kitty while !
had her, and gratited every wish Of hers
TINT knew" sighed the widower-" l
did not deserve 90 ose here"
Then he put hi hand in his breast
pocket and took out little case, anl
from it letter. 1t was one she had writ
ten to him when she was taken I'LL. He
had been away from home on business.
and had only got back in time to see her
die: md having read II over to himself,
he ie-read his sentence:
DEAR CHAHLiE-I am so sure that
! shall leave you that ! must say just II
VOID about what may come after. um
50 sure that you love me, md no ono viii
ever br dcnrer to you, that | can bear 10
think of your marrying again. 1t Will be
we'll TOR the children thatyo should after
Il time: and | have thought that ! Ind
rather Helen Hunt would take my place
than unv other. know her to he So
/ good, and to be able to make n couiorta-
/ ble homo for any one. Oh, it is terrible
/ to think that ! must 60 now when ! mn
so happy, but il die, think over what
] have said here. Sad ns ! know it viii
make you now, il viii comfort you some
| day, perhaps"
"Ah ! Kitty wn- never selfish" sighed
Mr. Mullct Perhaps for the childreu's
sake should take wile-n mother lor
thcm-and Mrs. Hunt would be thal. |
should nuke professions ofnupchmcut.
| think widow would quite understand
my feelings. | should show her what
advantage, there would be ior her, and
whnt hoped to gain. 1t would be II
marriage Of convenience but n widower
OF forty md widow of iiye.and thirty
may do rs they please, h0pe. There
will be no way but to break up house
Keeping and send :he children to board
ing-schoo, unless have n lady for my
house. | will obey Kitly's wish. | will
call on Mrs. Hunt this morning on my
way down town"
Mr.. Mulct tool; his hat, his ovcrcoat,
and his umbrella, as he spoke, and went
out Of the house. His chiIdjcn were not
up yet. They seldom 'werc up now be-
fore he lett home. After nwEiie they
came dnwIing down one at a time, to eat
IL. they chose. Certainly, they needed
looking uiter. With This thought MI
Muilet strengthened himself a~ he rang
the bell ol Mrs. lIunL, front door,
MIS-. Hunt came To the door hcr.elf-
She wn- pretty woman, incIioiug to he
pump, aud with Il beautiful hcud Of black
hair. Her dress wa neat her little par
Ior wus picture Oh tidiuess.
This /. surpr-c, Mr.. Mullct," said
She, as she offered chair. "Notbng
the matter | hope"
Mr.. Mulet heaved Il great sigh.
" Yes, m, there is" ho said. " There
is no doubt that there i, very great deal
the matter"
" Not Group ?" cried Mrs. Hunt.
"No," said Mr.. MuIet.
"Taen it must bo scarlet fever" said
( Mrs Hunt.
"The children are well, MAN." said
Mr.. Mullot. "But they are going to the
dogs.
"Btten by mad dogs ! Oh whlch?"
cried Mrs. llunt.
"No, ro, l sid they were going TO the
dogs" said Mr.. Mullct. Running Wild
ma'un. can't 10 anything but pny out
money to servant. aud teachers, who nev-
er do their duty, itseen,- to me. \ moth
er is II dreadful loss, m'Um."
Poor, dear Kitty !" said Mrs. Hunt
"She's been gone three years. Oh
do reel for those chidren-and for you
too. Mr. Mullet."
Do you ?" said M Mullet Real
Is, do you ? Tha; makes my task easier.
Have you ever thought Of marrying again
Mr.. lIuut?"
"Oh. no., said Mrs. Hunt. "Tho
memory Of poor Augustus is too dear Ion
that" And she put her handkerchief tc
her eyes
" You couldn't love any one, then p
said Mr.. MulIet.
"Of course not )" saia Mrs. Hunt.
Neither could f." said Mr. Mullet,
"and that makes my task easier again.
e" Neither OF Us can love again. But
respect you-and you respect me, think
We'll. then, have wealth. You arc
poorer than you deserve to be. Let III
mako "A marriage OF convenience. have
mother for my children, settle an inde
pendent Fortune upon you, and---"
"To marry again is against your prin'
cipies ? Very well. Thi, Is only an Ar
raugemcut necossary because Of SANDER
Gus tongues. You can't take care Of mS
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