The daily gazette., 1877-01-18

loon. Mr.. Albany Moor was waiting to
claim my hand for the next dance.
care you ill, Mrs. Glen? How pale you
look.''
w-I am not very well. l wish yon
would have my carriage called. Mr..
Moore.
| For / felt how that home was the pro-
per place for me.
Hurried by some unaccountable i'm
pulse, sprung out the moment the car
riage wheels touched the curbstone, and
rushed up to my husbands room. The
door was locked, but l could see light
shining family. / knocked wildly and
persistently. el.-
"Gerald, dear Gerald. for heavens sake
let me inn
Somethingfell on the marble hearth stone
within, making a metallic click, and my
husband opened the door a little way. l
had never seen him so pale before, or so
rigid, yet so determined.
"Mho are you? he demanded wildly.
"Why cannot you leave me in peace?'
''lt is |, Gerald-your Madeline
own little wife"
And caught from his hands the pistol
he,was trying to conceal in his breast
/
the mantle-and flung it out of the win
dow.
| "Gerald. would you have left me?"
81 would have escaped" he cried, still
half delirious to all appearance.
"Debt-disgrace, misery-her reproa-
ches! would have escaped them all,"
His head fell, like that of weary child,
on my shoulder. 1 drew him gently to
sofa and soothed him with thouan d
murmured words--a thousand mute ca
resses. For had it not been my fault?n
| And through all the long weeks that
followed nursed him with unwavering
care and devotion. had but one thought
ono desire-to redeem myself in his
estimation ; to prove to him that was
something more and higher than the
mere butterfly of fashion had hitherto
shown myself.
Well, the March winds had howled
themselves away into their mountains.
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 are we now?
1t was picturesque little Villa, not
far out of London, furnished very like
magnified baby house. Gerald sat in
a 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,
swell. you see, like it. It's great
deal better than those sonatas on the
piano."
''Who would ever have though you
would make SO notable hollsekeeper?"
! laughed gleefully, had all a child's
delight in being praised.
"Are you not going to Miss Delaucy's
croquet party?" he pursued.
"No, what do care for croquet parties?
Pm 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 yor~ dia-
monds ?"
81 sold them long ago-they paid sew
eral heavy bills besides settling half a
years rent here"
''But, Madaline you were so proud of
your diamonds"
II was once now they would be the
bitterest repfoach my eyes could meet.
On, Gerald, had l been less vain, and
thoughtless, and eXtrayagant-"
checked myself, and a robin singing
in the perfumed depth of apple blossoms,
took up the dropped current of sound.
"That's right, little red breast,o said
my husband half jokingly, "talk her
down. She has forgotten that our past
is dead and gone, and thatwe have turned
over a new page in the Book of Exist
ence. Madeline, do you know how
feel sometimes, when l look at you?"
"No."
"Well, feel like widower who has
married again..
Ny heart gave little superstitious
jump.
"Like a widower who has married
again, Geraldm
eyes; l can remember my first wife
a brilliant, thoughtless child, without an
idea beyond the qualification of present
whims-a spoiled plaything. Well that
little Madeline has vanished away into
the past somewhere; she has gone away
to return to me no more, and in her stead
l behold my second wife-a thoughtful,
tender woman, whose watchful love sur
rounds me like an atmosphere; whose
character grows more noble, and develops
itself into new depth and beauty every
day."
l was kneeling at his side now, with nv
cheek upon bis arm, and my eyes look |
ing into his.
Sand which do you love best, Gerald, !
the first or second wife ?n
II think the trials and vicissitudes
through which we have passed are wei
come, indeed, since they have brought me
as their harvest fruits, the priceless trea-
sure of my second wife,"
This was what Gerald answered me,
the sweetest words that ever fell upon
my ears.
Bennetts Friend Phelps Still in
Trouble.
New YORK, Jan. 17.-Dr. Phelps, the
witness to the May-Bennett duel was be-
fora tho ora nd iurv tn.6ov apd rof,,,o1 e. |