The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1878-03-26

a irOWn came over the serene cOunte
nance of Aunt Mary, as She hurricdly
said: Marian, do not trust tnat man
He is too worldly. No one around here
knows anything about him who he is,
or whence he came
But here she was interrupted by n loud
knock at the door" Marian rose to an
swer it,
1t is needless to say it was I'd. coming
to make peace, which was soon declared
as arm in arm they walked up and down
between the sweet briar hedges, and
talked Of that inexhaustible subject, the
future.
Let us now pass over two months, du
ring which time Marian became bride
The leaves, scarlet and gold, are drop
ping now, and the wind is chilly as II
sweeps through the forest, over the taf.
nisbea brakes Marian has returned
flom her bridal journeya little less hap
ny than when she left, Her husband,
fondlv jealous ere they were married, Is
madly jealous now, lie does not like
the looks of admiration cast upon his
wife by the male sex. He tells her she
encourages them and, being high TEN.
pered. she does not take IL well. SO the
qaarrels are bitter and frequent
AS fate would have it, when they ART
we'd home, one Of the first to pay hon
age to the young bride was Harold Wat
son, He was very tender with her. told
her she was not looking well, And Ma
rian. having Just had another scene with
her husband, was very excited and burst
into tears Oh, silly Merian' Ere she
knew it, she was repeating to that worldly
man her domestic troubles. And he, sit,
tho beside her, with his arm on the back
Of her chair, her hand in his. How well
he PLAYED the comforter He praised
her husband founl ready excuses for
him, aud ingratiated himself into the
Young brides favor, and when, at last he
| tore himself away, she had told him to
come often. Her husband, coming up
the path had heard her, aud his blood
boiled with jealousy as he SAW the bright
smiling faces of the twain.
All, it is often true a " little span k
kipdleth a great fire" No sooner had
the maid withdrawn from the room at
dinner, than he commenced: Madame,
wish you to understand that | forbid
Won to receive Harold Watson III my
house. He is scoundrel, and if / ever
meet him here again You will regret II
How dare you insult me by threats
shall receive whom please; II can
not, | shall 90 back to Aunt Mary s.
Ed knew he had said too much, bu
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20 heaven you had never left Aunt Ma
rvs"
Marian re Sc, livid with anger, and re
torted " You will never have to wish i
twice
She then left the room, and taking ;
small shawl from the rack, run hurriedlN
across the garden towards her Aun
Marys.
Ed saw her from the window, and his
heart sank little; but he thought tt
himself that she would be back before
supper. But, when supper time came
the maid said her mistress had not ye
returned and he was obliged to sit dowr
to a lonely meal Before he had finish
ed, a servant brought n note, which be
hurriedly tore open; it was from Aun
Mary. who stated that, as Marian coulc
not live in peace with him, she though
It would be best to separate. That was
all: but long, long into the night FL
sat there in the sane position like ont
crushed
"She loved him. he said bitterly 81
ever | meet him, | will kill him! HI
shall yet pay for this y
Early the next morning, valise in hant
Ed. took his way down through the vii
LACE to the station He was obliged tc
pas, by the house of the elderly Mis-
CIR V, and as he neared it he saw witt
beating heart his wife picking flowers il
the little garden.
Marian p he cried, loudly; " my
wife. come to me- She turned sudden
", without looking tow ard him; and raj
into the house, dropping her flowers al
she went Oh, heaven forgive me-
he said, in tone of anguish, leaped thu
wall. and picked up one Of the roses sh'
had let fall, then started on his way, Th'
train soon bore him away from the LITTLE
village towards the great city of New
York
, Three years came and went; the ores
cent moon rose pure and pale over th'
hot city of New York; the crowd o
people went by in continuous train
Hardly breath of air stirred Away
down in one of those horrible gambling
dens, elegantly fitted up, there entered
on this particular August night mar
upon whom all the loungers turned &c
look, so handsome was his appearance
and so carelessly he came sauntcring in
seating himself at a small table Then
much TO the surprise Of everybody. he
called for " lemonade.n As he slipped
1t slowly, one could perceive by the lines
on his forehead that he had seen trouble
and not little.
Suddenly commouon around the
door fuYelold some new conner and all
looked up, as another man scarcely less
handsome than the first, entered. Not a
few Of the men crowded forward to
. shake hands with him, for he was the
well known gambler, Harold Watson.
After the new conner had greeted his
friends, he glanced around thcroom. His
eye falling upon the stranger he started
forward with the exclamation: Mari.
ans husband -
The stranger rose. and drawing re-
vover from his coat, took aim at Wat
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