The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1877-04-19

impulse, / sprang ou Aent,
the carriage wheelstol casbs
stone, and rpshedup iaspals
room. The dor VA 6t i
could soc a lighssRiiis alfs
der the tlfpestioId -sililas
siE5Jf - pefslst9iisis
"Geraldl dear Ger9tH sfor hrays
ems sake, let me inl's
Something fell on the marble
hcarth-stone within making amctal-
lie clink, and my husband opened
the door n little way. Y had never
seen him look SO pale, q so rigid, yet
SO determined.
"Who are you?' he demanded Wild
ly. "Why can not yPu leave me
alone in pcaco?"
at is 1, Gcrald-youi Madeline
your own little wife"
And caught from His hand the
pistol he was striving 70 conceal in
his breast-its mate lay on the mar
bic hearth, under the mantle-and
flung it out of the wind low
"Gcrald, would you have left me?"
81 would have cscapetl!" he cried,
still half delirious, to allappcarancc.
"pebt-disgrace-misery- fc-
proachcs! All l should have cscap-
cd"
His head fell like a weary childuR.
on my shoulder. drew him gently
to sofa, and soothcd him with q
thousand murmurod words, thous-
and mute carcsscs! For had it not
been my fault altogether?
And through all the long weeks
that followed, l nurscd him withun-
waycring care and devotion. | had
but one thought-one desiso--to re-
deem myself in his estimation; to
prove to him that was something
more and higher than the mere but
teray of fashion | had hitherto show
ed myself
s wei sIie March -StniIs stslso@led
themselves away into their noun
tain businesses; the brilliant April
rain-drops were dried on bough and
spray; and now the apple-blossoms
were tossing their fragrant billows of
pinky bloom in the deep blue air Of
latter May.
Where were VIC now?
1t was u picturesque little villa,
not far out of London, furnished very
like magnifcd playhouse. Ger
aid 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 is!'
he said, smiling sadly.
"Wcll, you see l like it! It's Il
great deal better than those sonatas
on the piano.
"Nyho would ever have thought
that you would make so notable a
little hougc-koepor?"
l laughed gleefully 1 had all Il
child's delight in being praised.
care you not going to Miss Dclan-
coys croquet party?" he asked
mo; what do l care for croQuet
parties? ! am going to finish your
shirts, and you'll read aloud to me-"
Madeline, want you to answer
me one question:"
"What is it?'
What have you done with your
diamonds?'
II sold them long ago; they paid
several heavy bills, besides settling
half a years rent here"
But Madeline you were so proud
of your diamonds"
~ was once, but now they would
be the bittcrcst reproach my eyes
could meet. Oh, Gerald, had | been
less vain, and thoughtloss, and cx-
'travagant-"
l checked myself; and robin,
singing in the porfumod depths of
applc.blossoms, took the dropped cur
rent of sound,
"Thats right little rcd-brcast," /"
said my husband, half jokingly,
stalk her down. she has forgotten
that our past is dead and gone, and
that we have turned overa new page
in the Book of Existcncel Madeline
do you know how | feel sometimes,
when look at you?"
"Nom