The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-03-21

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he found his pride and feelings severely
scorched, but too late TO retreat, he must sui
fer on TO the bitter end. m unloVed husband,
a miserable. cheated man. There were no
little ones in their household, no prattlinR
voices, no shouts of merry laughter to vel
some papa home. All was pomp aud style
and fashionable gloom.
One morning at breakfast, Mrs. oNey sud
isnly brokethe inevitable silence that usually
srtced their morning meal, by saying; MIR.
O'Ney. how long is it since you heard from
hat adopted sister of your
Not since father died She then went to
Egrope with her friends. the Durandos. Why
10 YOU ask - quericd her husband, coldly,
without raising Lis eyes from the morning
oapor he was reading.
ooh nothing, only I heard her name men,
toned last night at the reception Of Madame
Condorme's, and itbrought the memory of her
anck TO me. l had quite forgotten there was
uch a person, '~sneeringly remarked the wifi .
Indeed! Madame, If you have forgotten
lar. I have not. She was ever a dear, good
g,r,. l never appreciated her worth and
~Somanliness until she left the home she was
-eared in" softly said Mr.. OfNey.
''Dearie me! how sentimental We have
grown, SO suddenly. too! You positively
lstonish me by exhibiting so much feeling.
Is il really genuirer One would think you
acre in love with this dear, igood girl, sister
Dora" and Mrs. O'Ney spitefully shut her
little sharp. teeth together, her black eyes
;winkledvith malicious mischief. Seeing that
ler husband took no notice of her insulting
,.mark. -heweut on say ing-'Do you know,
nv adorable husband, that / believe Dora
Bartlett loved you"
pray. what are you thinking OF, that at
his late day you tell me such a thingI OF
course the girl loved me, but only in a sister
v way. had been as a brother to her"
Yes: / understand all that, said the wife,
1rovokingiy, but she loved you with a
lcep.r iaEo than sisters generally bcstow o
L,ir Why. after We were married
andwent 10 live In the old homestead, I found
among some books belonging to her, a diary,
weIlworn and blotted rs if withfalling tears.
Why, that poor, dear girl must have suffered
extremely from blighted affection and unre-
ciprocated love. l should not nave known
that you were her one bright, particular star
IL ii had not been for this paragraph, wherein,
IL memory fails me not, she commences
OH Willie, can ! stay, and see you lavish
your love and caresses on her, and hear you
call her your darling" a word that, flap
piled to me by you, l would gladly give my
whole life for, then
Hush, madame no more. 1t is wrong
TO repeat
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but that you knew she loved you, and very
likely you loved her in return, ~yenomously
replied the wife.
'Idal do you think me devoid OF all manly
principle7 Do you believe | would have
married you, when / loved another | loved
you alone, md deemed myself beloved in re-
turn, but | must confess my married life has
not been so happy as once fancied 1t might
be-" ~sorrowfully spoke the poor husband.
Love, hal hal hal really Mr.. O'Ney,
you are becoming dramatically romantic, but
/ can tell you sir that love had nothing to
do with my part of our marriage. l saw Dora
Bartlett aud conceived a vio'entdislike to her
all through her extreme goodness. There
was no love lost between us for l was aware
of her kin thoughts of me. l also could see
how she loved you, although she tried 80
~cleverly to hide It. But there 1t was, in every
word look and action. How blind you were
my dear. Well, Isprcad my net, you were
4 very good catch, and | caught you. | en-
Joyed my little triumphant revenge over this
dear, good girl. | hnve no doubt but that l
might have done better, but then it did please
me to see that girls hopes utterlydestroyed."
woman woman what are you saying"
quickly exclaimed her husband, springing
from his chair,
You feline that all your pretended nlec-
tions for me were but glittoring lies! Surely
l never merited such language from you. l
have borne you whims, Caprices and insults
with q generous patience, unbenrable to most
men, and now you udd the last drop to the
all ready overlooking cup. When you tell
ma.so coolly that you never loved me, but
married me through weak spirit of revenge.
l think women a batch Of ~falsitics. Is
there n true heart among you Z"
You forget the dear good girl my love"
muskinply snaersd his wife.
Speak not of her again. If she il as good
now as she was then, her name must not lie
polluted by such lips Ms yours, ard now that
/ understand you Madam, You have so
thoroughly and fully explained yourself, let
me say to you, that we will live on to the
eyes of the world the same as usual, but,
from this moment hence forth you are no
more trte Cfmils.
Good.morning, Madam. and bowling low,
the outraged husband left the room.
Indeed the fine fellow, tolerates me At
his wife to the world, he need not fatter
himself, | shall save him that ordeal l
think if he heard what his dear friend John
Darcy whispered in my ear last night, lie
would have spoken differently. But what do
| care, | am but an unloved and uuloying
wife, and Mr.. Darcy seems devoted to me,
for two years he has been my most ardent
Rdmiror, and last evening he begged me to
ny Win MN - sumo lOItlkl Cllllt, ana 1
will. He shall have my answer to-day. ] can
leave this home aud my husband without one
pGng of regret, without one sigh. The
climax has come a little sooner than l antic.
ipRted, but it is all the sam to me. | could
not have endured this miserable existence
much longer this being bound by marriage
ties whom the golden glitter has vanished and
one finds the links of the matrimonial cham
are forged out of IRON and long since rusted
md are con family sending forth discordant
rtuud5, IL it net for such Us l. The scandal
.sng world may talk. What do l care, his pride
will have a strong pull down, and that will be
nme satisfaction to mt ,-tolerats me, indeed,
IA! ha! hn that docs sound exceedingly
Gue TO me, and the woman laughed low and
,cornfully.
In a wayside inn, afar of in n provincial
town in tho southern part of France, seated
in IA low chair, rocking 10 and fro, as il keep
ng time with the sad meanings of the blus-
eriug wind ,portending n storm as it whis-
lied and sigked through the keyhols and
loosely fitting windows, was the wreck of
Mrs. William O'Ney, her face sharp and thin,
her eyes peculiarly bright. but deeply sunken
in their sockets, and her weak, emaciated
frame, which evinced too plainly the reckless
course OF the dissipated life she had led, was
ever and aEon oonvulsed with a terrible
cough.
1t is only two years since she parted with
her husband, and yet in that short period she
has suffered terribly. She quarrelled with
her paramcur. and he forsook her. Left
alone in a strange land she drifted hither and
thithsr, until We find her stranded in this
little way-side inn, whittier she has come to
die. No one knew her, or from whence she
eusue. With tie sale # some jewels and