The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-08-03
LOST LILY.

1--WE will have it out now, if you
please, MADAME said Mark Arkwright
to his wife, Augusta.
And they did have it out with ven
geance. Both were high-tempered;
neither had learned self-control; and,
before the scene between them was
ended, both had spoken words such as
no two people who love each other
should ever speak. If two Indifferent
persons quarrel, it does not amount to
much generally; but when two who
love each other indulge in the danger
GUS pastime, it is frequently fatal to
happiness.
They had been married but year,
and the sweet glamour of romance had
hardly worn off This was their first
disagreement, and it began in secret.
Perhaps Mr.. Arkwright had ample
cause to be angry with his wife. l am
sure that every man will think so,
though woman's Judgment might be
different.
On the afternoon of the quarrel he
had asked his wife to drive with him,
and she had declined on that old plea
the headache. He had pitied and
petted her, and kissed her hot fore
head, and smoothed her soft blonde
hair, and established her on the lounge
in her room, with a pillow under her
head and shawl over her feet before
he went out for his afternoon drive.
Two hours later he had occasion to
cross Hyde Park, and there, walking
slowly down one of the most secluded
paths, he saw purple velvet skirt, be-
side a black coat. Augusta had pur-
pie velvet skirt, and looked like an
angel, her husband had frequently told
her, all unmindful of the historical
fact that angels universally wear white,
and are supposed TO be above the weak
ness of purple velvet skirts.
The airs and manner of the man
were foreign; he was handsome and an
uneasy appearance generally-indeed,
he seemed to be constantly looking
over his shoulder.
Arkwright paused in the shadow of a
clump of trees and watched the pair.
l suppose watched" is the proper
word, though Arkwright prided him
self on being an extremely honorable
man, and would have knocked anybody
down who had insinuated anything to
the contrary.
There was no mistaking the grace of
the lady, the wave of her golden hair,
the turn of her snowy neck-yes, the
very wreath of purple pansies on her
hat-all were Augustus; and in mo-
ment more her husband heard her
voice.
"Dear Arthur" she was saying,
every moment for you here is fraught
with peril. Lose no time in getting out
of London"
But, my darling" returned the
man, nothing save my love for you
has brought me here; and it is hard
if cannot have just this little COM
fort"
They moved away down the walk,
and Arkwright heard no more. But he
had heard quite enough. He was in a
white heat of passion. He dared not
follow them and trust himself to speak.
There was murder in his heart. He
must wait little till his temper cooled.
He went to a stable, hired fast horse.
and rode him till the animal was ready
to drop. Then he went home and ac-
cused his wife. No matter in what
words-they were harsh and bitter
enough, Heaven knows, and the vile
epithets he applied to her at the outset
reused all her naughty pride and re-
sistance to arms.
She heard him through. She at
tempted no defense; she made no de-
NAL; but, when he paused from sheer
want of breath, she cursed the hour in
which she had married him. Then she
left the room.
He had all night to subdue himself,
and if she had come in the morning
with a reasonable explanation he would
have listened to her. But she did not
come.
After while he sought her in her
room; but she was gone. She had taken
with her only bare change of raiment,
and left no message to tell whittier she
was going.
Fled with her paramount Ark
wright said. bitterly; and then and
there he vowed to give himself no rest
until he had found and killed them
both. He tried hard to put his vow in
to execution. For three years he was
wanderer seeking always his wife
and her seducer, and finding them
never.
At last he quilted wandering and
went home. He was very wealthy
man now. Lands that he had owned
had increased prodigiously in value,
and there was no need of his applying
himself to business. He built man
sion, and lived alone in it, with his
books and thoughts for company. He
had retinue of servants to anticipate
his every wish; he drove horses worth
a fortune; he had everything that
wealth could purchase, and yet he was