The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-02-09
OUR STORY TELLER.
SENT BACK HOME.

stopping hereY And lady getting out
with a traveling-bag and a bandbox
Now, / wonder who can possibly be COM
ing to see me?'
Elderly bachelors, as general thing,
are not partial to unexpected company,
and DR.. Dotterel was, perhaps, less
socially inclined than most of his class.
With old Ruth to cook his meals and
superintend his household, the news
paper to dream over in his few leisure
hours, and a collection of rare and
curious shells to label and classify
within the shelves of an ancient
walnut-wood cabinet DR.. Dotterel
asked no odds of mankind, or of woman,
either.
"Bless mel said old Ruth, hobbling to
the window. "Who can it bep'
Hold on!" said DR.. Dotterel, pushing
his spectacles upon his forehead. cts
Magdalenp
"Not our Miss Maggie" squeaked
Ruth.
cold goose" said DIR. Dotterel, in ac-
cents Of good-humored reproof, evil
you never learn to call your young lady
by her married name? No, it is not Miss
Maggie; it's Mrs. Fieldw
And both the doctor and his female
factotum hurried to the door to greet
the niece and adopted child of the
former who had been married that day
six months ago.
Maggie Dotterel had been a blue
eyed, sunny-haired little damsel with
long, curled eyelashes, cherry-red lips,
and nose slightly turned upward at the
end.
Mrs. Marcus Field was raler and less
vivacious, and she wore a troubled look
in the azure depths of her big eyes.
Uncle said Maggie, dropping down
in the depths of the easy chair as if there
was no elasticity left in her, GIVE come
back"
"Happy to see you, I'm sure" said
DIR. Dotterel. "And when is Marcus
coming?'
"He isn't coming at all w sobbed out
Maggie. Give left him; Pve come
back to you"
LEFT him-eh?'' said DIR. Dotterel
Ruth, brew us another forum Of tea.
Left him! And what for, should like
to known
He-he's getting dreadfully dissi-
pated," whimpered poor Maggie, feeling
the want of sympathy in DR.. Dotterel's
hard, incisive tones. "He's out late at
nights-and he's got lot of gay COM
panions leading him into all sorts of So
ciety. He's cruel to me, and
"Cruel, ehp' said the doctor. "Does
he beat youY'
No, uncle. The ideaw flashed out
Mrs Field.
Does he starve your
"Of course noto-Maggie drew her
self up.
HAS he ever refused to maintain you
decently"
"No, uncle"
ooh" said DR.. Dotterel "he must be
brute"
But, uncle, thereare other things
In my young days." remarked the
old doctor, g there used to be clause in
the marriage service that read--'For bet
er, for worse.'"
"Uncle," walled Maggie, clasping her
little kid-gloved hands together after
piteous fashion, are you, too, going to
turn coldly away from me?''
Nothing of the sort" said DIR. Dot
terel. Pm going to give you a good
supper as soon as Ruth has got it ready,
and let you sleep in your old room to-
night. But in the morning you must go
back again."
Back to Marcus, uncleY'
Back to Marcus niece"
Uncle" cried the bride, with energy.
frst!"
90 out scruDbing, then, if you pre-
fer it" retorted DR.. Dotterel dryly:
but certainly shall not countenance
this separation and divorce business.
Once wife, always wife; that's nv
doctrine. There comes your tea drink
it."
Maggie Field felt as if the steaminp
and fragrant beverage would choke her
as she swallowed it.
She had been 80 sure of sympathy and
harborage from her uncle, and now he
was about to deliver her up once more
into the hands of the enemy.
Uncle she asked, Cant stay with
your '''''
No." answered DIR. Dotterel, firmly.
you can't. Your place is with your
husband now"
So Mrs. Marcus Field returned to Lon
don early the next day, feeling not
half SO much like a heroine as She had
done the day before, and mentally CON
demning Uncle Dotterel as a hard |
hearted old OGRE
There was one comfort, however. Mar
Gus would never know of her discom-
future.
Marcus had gone on business Jour
ney two or three days before, and would
not return until that evening.
30 Mrs. Field went languidly about
her household duties-they lived in a |
coy little house, overlooking a pretty
psTk where the horse-chestnut trees
ware just studding their boughs with /
chandeliers of snowy bloom-thinking.
tne while, of how she could best compass
aer own freedom, now that Dotterelf re