Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-08-04

ktty'S own suggestion read her last
letter to mo, and don't answer mo until
you are sure"
Then he handed her the letter and
turned away. Five minutes AFTER Mrs
Hunt handed it back to him.
"WjlI you give mea little time ~ she
said. "Call back this evening, and l
will answer you; | can't yet"
Mr. Mulet called back that evening.
The widow met him with swollen eye
lids and u pulo face; sho had evidently
been crying all day, but she had decided
to marry him. On receiving her answer
he shook hands with her, and set tho we'd
ding evening week from that day.
1t was quiet wedding, and the next
day Mrs. Mullet took possession OF her
new home.
la little while it was the ncatestpiocc
in town. The windows shone tho lire
was bright nur,o taught her duty /; the
cook instructed rs to hers and at night
peace rclgncd, for Mrs. Mulet had n
room opening from. the nursery, whore
She could supervise the children.
In this ~he pmcod her own treasures,
brought from her oil home, And over
tn. mnnto. piece hung her first husbands
portrait. Mr.. Mullet occupied his old
room on the second nuor. All was con.
sistcntIy mlansed The two met at
breakinst aud shook hands. The chill,
dron, clean Ms pins, .at on each sido o.
the table. ohopouicd the coffee, ho cary
ed the steak.
looking n; .hem through tln window
pleasauter domestic picture could not
have been seen.
But, us times went ON, though the
house was even brighter than ever, some
thing seemed to be wrong. Mrs. Mulqt
often sghcd. Air Mulot was rather sad.
lie was very much delighted with the
improvement ot the children, bat he said
to himselt that he could not loigct Kitty.
She had no anxietics now, but, nh the
old days Of her tirst marriage. twas the
past, OF course, that troubled .hcm both;
but how prctty she was, he thought ; aud
"what a fine looking man he was" She
| suid to herself aud what II pity it was,
/ both declared, secretly, Tint all thoughts
Of love were over for them both. lie Ind
II delightful hou-etccper; she the Kind
est friend; but
The " but " tpoubed Mr.. Muliet SO one
day, that ho wandered rQstlo-.y UP aud
down the streets fora long time in-teud
Of going home. When he did, he pcepod
4 through his own window before he went
/ in.
What n home it looked like, but-The
but arose again. There she sat, in her
neat black silk, giving little Fanny les
son in crochet. Now she looked at her
watch.
Your papa is latc," she said. 600
down, Fanny, will You, and tell cook to
be careful not to ovcrdp the roa,t?"
lie heard her through the paucs. And
nov she was alone She stood on. the
rug before the bright CRATE fire in the din
ing-room. Upon the mnnlel stood it,
tie photograph of himself. She took 1t
in her hand and looked at it. She smil-
ed and softly touched tho piotured whis-
l,crs with her torerng finger. Sho had
never touched bis.
Outside the panes he brouthcd sigh
md looked again,
" You dear old SOUL" She said to the
picture. 81 believe you are rs good rs
gold"
And then she pat the picture to her
lips and kissed it, Yes, kissed it. She
hpd never kissed him. why should she?
lie had never kissed her.
But suddenly Mr.. Mulct's heart rclt
lsht life grew brighter. The but that
had troubled HIM vanished from his
memory. He opened the door and went
/ in.
"Oh !" cried clear voice, that is
your papa"
And the children came Gathering down
stairs to meet him, aud he kissed them
one and all. Attorward he shook hand.
with Mrs. Mullet.
But that night when all the young
things were in bed, and he having locked
the house, went up the stairs, Il light foot
went before him, and in the dark he hur-
ried after it.
" Wife, is that you ~ he asked.
" Yes, ~ lac ans wered, n tremor Of SUR
prise in her voice he had never called
her anything but Mrs. Mullet before.
Then she felt an arm steal about her
waist.
"Kis. me-" sail he.
81 shnn't," said she. " You don't
care about it,"
Z" But do very much, !" snid he. "And
think--yes, my dear, I'm sure that my
poor Kitty would rather TINT | should
Aud here, in the dark, their lips met
nnd that " but" troubled them 10 more
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THE BLIGHT or PEANUTS. 49," VIII
you love me this way when I'm old p
she asked. as he omptied handful o
peanuts into her lap. :" i will, darling
| swear IT," he passionaley protested, a.
he carefully laid aside his cigar and com
menced on what was left OF the nickle'
worth. That was when the flowers wc''
budding and the birds were mating, one
JIie year ago. Last night they agair
sat in the glonming, nnd who knows bu
ihnt their memories reverted 10 the hap
py past; and yet when she asked for
llty-cent paasol, he remarked that