The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1877-01-19

suit, and donned lovely black tissue. mot
the slightest use to tell him before I 20
away. He'll only make fuss, and do
hate fuss. Besides, after I'm home again.
perhaps can save it out of the house mon
ey."
So she quieted her conscience with these
hopefully specious promises, and the next
day, finding it impossible to get ready by
herself in time to go with Mrs. Coddington,
was obliged to employ the services of high
priced dressmaker, whose bill for her work
she tucked away in her pocket. book also,
and thus swelled the Indebtedness of her
husband to be paid when she..returned
All, when she returned.
If she had only known. as she kissed her
hand to her husband, as he
stood watching her off, with a look in mis-
eyes that was mingled love, sternness, pride
annoyance and harrassing worry.
One of the prettiest women at the sea-
side, and certainly the best dressed. She
must be bankers wife at the least. Who
did you say you understood she was? ?"
Old Mr.. Wingfeld put up his eye-glass as
Mrs. Tremayne went by fair to see as a lily,
in ser carriage dress of tender cream tint
with her lace-covered, pink-lined parasol,
making faint rosy shades on her clear blonde
face and brilliant golden hair.
''She is Mrs Ellis Tremayne, from Lon
don, with the Coddngton's I believe, and
putting up at the Parade. A regular beauty.
isn't she ?"
Mr.. Wingfeld put his eye.gla,s slowly
back, staring after the Coddington car
riage. "
"Mrs Ellis Tremayne? suppose her hus-
band is here ?"
"Not that know OF. Indeed, I think I
heard yonng Belburn say he was unable to
leave his business-a book keeper or some.
thing believe, for firm in the city,"
Mr.. Wingfield arose from his chair with
an odd smile on his face.
"NIrs. Tremayne must either be mistress
of the wonderful economy of making
pound travel both ways, or else -"
A boy with a yellow envelope tapped him
on the arm.
ooh, telegram from my son, presume.
Wait a minute"
He deliberately adjusted his glasses, and
then opened the dispatch.
Come at once. Everything traced to T.
GAS. WINGFIELD."
And as he returned the paper to the en-
velope, he looked up to see Mrs Tremayne
dashing by again, her face radiant with
pleasure and excitement as Bellburn talked
and laughed with her.
The pretty little house seemed so lonely
and deserted after Eftie had gone, and Ellis
Tremayne threw himself wearily on the
lounge in her boudoir, his face wearing
marks of strangely contorted discourage
ment and excitement.
For an hour or two he lay there. his ewes
closed, his figure motonless, and then he
arose with half groan of mental distress.
"This will never do. shall go mad if
stay here with only my thoughts for"
He had gone over to the little dressing
bureau, carelessly taking up two little pieces
of paper, that Etlie had entirely forgotten to
hide, and pallor, even more marked than
his late deathly paleness, overspread his
face as he saw the two formidable bills
Then something very like an oath came
from his set teeth.
"My temptation be on her head-my
He sprang suddenly to his feet as the door
bell pealed imperiously, and listened with
no ordinary curiosity as mans voice de.
manded to see Mr.. Ellis Tremayne and
heard the servant usher his company irto
the drawing-room.
Then he went Slowly, slowly down stairs
into the presence of Mr. Wingfed and an
Officer.
Mr. Tremayne you are discovered in
your neat system Of embezzlement. Officer
Ellis stepped haughtily back
zone moment, gentlemen, II YOU please.
Mr.. Wingfeld, am discovered. Twenty.
four hours later would have been beyond
pursuit as it il, whist is the difference be-
tween hunted life abroad or-this'" >"
Quick as flash, the pistol CLEANED in the
gas light.
A report, a heavy fall that Numbered
through the house like doom. and the hus.
band Of woman that was too unwomaniy
to bear her share in the burden of life--the
woman enjaying her hriri hour OF pleasure
on the .unlit ocean shure--the woman aho
had it in her power, as all women who are
wives have. to goad to destruction iu some
form or other,o guide to happiness and sue
cess, in some means or another; thi, husband
who was less wicked than weak, went To hi.
reward.
Aud who shall say whose was the guilt.
Hers or not, who knelt aud sobbed oveI
his dead face and tried to reason inso silenc,
an inner voice that refused to be still.
Sister-wives. be you careful, lest, although
your hands aud hearts are not stained with
crime like this-and many wife's hand
aud heart are thus reddened to-day-be care
ful that it lays not at your door that you
husbands lose all their faith and trust il
woman's sacred vow as well as blessed priv
ilege to share eagerly in their economic
and many petty grievances that no house
hold is without-that small though now are
if not accepted in the spirit of patience
love and torbearance. are the little vexe
that destroy the vine beyond the hope of re
coyery.
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You have seen man in the crowded a.
sembly, says Burdette, of the Burlingto
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