The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-05-17
LOST LILY.

we VIII 0hFe III OUT, now, II you
please, madam p said Mark Arkwright
to his wife, Augusta.
And they did have it out with venge-
ance. Both were high-tenpered; 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 dangerous pastime it is frequent
" fatal to happiness.
They had been married but a year,
and the sweet glamour Of romance had
hardly worn off. This was their first
disagreement, and it began in a secret.
Perhaps Mr.. Arkwright had ample cause
TO be angry with his wife. I am sure
that every man will think 80, though O
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 forehead, and
smoothed her soft blonde hair, and es-
tablished her on the lounge in her room,
with pillow under her head and a
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 black coat Augusta had pur-
ple-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 weakness of
purple-velvet skirts.
The airs and manner of the man were
foreign; he was handsome and had an
uneasy appearance generally-indeed,
he seemed to be constantly looking over
his shoulder.
Arkwrlght paused in the shadow of q
clump of trees and watched the pair. 1
suppose watched is the proper word,
though Arkwright prided himself on be-
ing an extremely honorable man, and
would doubtless have knocked anybody
down who had insinuated anything to
tie contrary.
There was no installing 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 saving.
every moment for you here is fraug6t
with peril. Lose no time in getting out
of London"
"But, darling" returned the man,
nothing save my love for you has
brought me here; and it is hard if can
not have just this little comfort"
They moved away down the walk, and
Arkwright heard 70 more. But he had
heard quite enough. He was in 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 stable, hired "a fast horse, and rode
him till the animal was ready to drop.
Then hewent home and accused 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 resistance to arms.
She heard him through. She at.
tempted no defense; she made no denial;
but, when he paused from sheer want of
had married him. Then she left the
room.
He had all night to subdue himself,
and if she had come to him in the morn
ing with any reasonable explanation he
would have listened to her. But she did
not come.
After a while he sought her in hel
room; but she was gone. She had taker
with her only bare change of raiment
and left no message to tell whittier she
was going.
"Fled with her paramount" Arkwright
said, bitterly; and then and there h,
vowed to give himself no rest until ht
had found and killed them both. II,
tried hard to put his vow into execution
For three years he was a wanderer-
seeking always his wife and her seducer
and finding them never.
At last he Quilted wandering and wen
home. He was very wealthy man now
Lands that he had owned had increased
prodieiously in value, and there was nj
need Of his applying himself to bust