Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1878-06-29

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She lifted up . face rosy even in
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would have pierced . less gentle
heart than mine with remorse.
"No, sir, she said firmly, as my
penite nee essayed q kinder argument
than words: "No, sir, I shall never
let you do that again as long a. you
live"
Mignon," I replied, imprisoning
one little rebel hand in mine: "You
know nothing but o deed Of charity
could have kept me from you one
moment"
"I don't believe it; men are SO
deceitful," and she cast down her eyes
with the softening dir of one not un-
willing to be persuaded.
The task, indeed, was not an un-
inviting one. "Snow6re," the pet
name Of my wife, was the sweetest
and most tantalizing woman in the
world. Cold, furious, sensitive,
naughty, loving, hating. everything
in minute and always charming.
At length ! succeeded in coaxing
my wife's curly head to rest upon
my shoulder. Bending over her, +
was pnuyohg Z thousand caresaino
words illsU her ear, when hsr fsgers
pressed themselves into the furry
cloth of my overcoat and picked
something from it.
=" What is it, dear ?" I asked.
My wife made no answer, but held
up a long hair to the light, looked at
it moment, and gave a loud scream.
I looked at the hair it was black,
and my wife's hair, by a fatal non-
coincidence, was Of q rare golden
color.
"Don't touch me-" she cried,
tearing herself from my arms and
looking at me q moment with wither-
ing scorn. "Don't touch me. II
despise you."
Then her pride gave way, and her |
sighs and tears redoubled.
Now, my worst enemy would con-
Tess that it was hard, just as I had
gained IN anchorage, to be swept
from the river into the stormy sea.
All my wits, q scanty remnant, at
once sprang forward in the desperate
hope of equslling the occasion.
Have you nothing to say?" cried
my wife without checking her tears.
II shall pack my trunks to-nights !
oh, you wretch!'
can literature" I replied, with . !
grave face, anxious to gain time
'' all literature, darling, may be brief
ly described as the product OF domes-
tic unhappicess."
~ don't want any of your truisms,
she sobbed. "What have they to |
do with this hair? Oh, I wish I was
deadl I wish WAS deadr
my remark has . great deal to
do with that hair. darling-ewry-
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