The Indiana State sentinel., 1878-01-16

that her husband would not allow her 10
visit the old home.
Maggie, when will you go with me into
society? am tired of going alone. and 1
want you with me. viii you go to Mrs.
Fosters next week." Oh, Will, think of
baby" "Well, Maggie, dear, am sorry he
died; wanted him to live, and did all l
could TO save him, but he is gone. Now, it
is sinful and wicked to grieve so. You do
not love me or you would think of me more
aud him less" 'Love You, my darling?
better than my life, but can not help griev-
ing for the little one; but will try to please
you. If you will order my dress will CO."
That's good girl. Have no thought of
the dress; Will attend to that, and you
hall be dressed just as your pretty face de-
serves"
Sch went with him; she put on gay ap-
parel, but her heart was not in the merry
scene, and though she tried to smile, the
shadow of great sorrow darkened her face.
She was more beautiful than ever, but it was
refined, quiet beauty that made her to all
but her husband the fairest of the fair. He
was tired of the yoke he had lifted upon bis
own neck, and AS he saw the patient COM
panion of his home, he became weary of her
gentlensss and patience. She tried hard to
please him. She spared neither time nor
pains to be with him whenever he desired
her presence, butat last he seemed to desire
it no more.
He was still gay, wild, laughing Will
Phelps and he never lacked for company,
and lately this had been Kate Mason, a
dashing woman, nearer his own age by 10
years than his wife. She was never weary,
never sad, never in tears; but her greetings
were ever as merry as her smiles. She had
known him for years; they had fiyted, quar-
relied, coquetted, then been as strangers.
She was not the woman he would have
chosen for a wife. She had had too many
lovers; her name had been on too many
lips too freely and carelessly; but she was a
woman for an hours chat when mans bet
ter nature was obscured, and his vows and
resolutions forgotten. She was not extraor-
dinarily beautiful but she was fascinating
and graceful, and she turned heads and won
hearts as lightly as she toyed with her per-
fumed fan. She had tried to win Will
Phelps, but he had been too wary, and es-
capped the net that she had arranged for him.
But she watched her opportunity, and
boasted to herself that he would not remain
long true in his allegiance to the pretty
country girl he had chosen for his wife, but
would come back to her, if only to show the
flowers that covered his chains. She tried to
be patronizing and condescending to the
young wife, but it was useless; the dove and
the hawk can not remain together, and
Maggie, true to her better nature, avoided
the proud naughty woman.
"You need not 60 with me tonight,
Maggie; have an engagement to meet be-
fore 1 go the ball." "But, Will, 1 expected
to; in fact l promised to. be there. Please
take me-" mo, no, you can stay at home
and read, and you will be much happier
You do not like such scenes, and | do not
want to drag YOU" 81 shall be happier with
you, darling; 1 shall not be in your way.
May go?'' "Nol' "Is Miss Mason to be
thereT' "What If she is? Your are not
jealous are your "Sir!" The hot blood
dyed the wifes face, and she looked up as
founded into her husbands eyes, Jealous?
Why, Will, 1 am your wife," He did not
answer her, but left her with a hasty kiss.
AS he moved through the dance with Kate
Mason's face pressed to bis shoulder, her
warm breath floating to his half parted lips,
her yielding form clasped close to him, for
an instant he remembered those words, II
am your wife," but he remembered only to
forget.
ITO be Continued