Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-07-13

hardly approve of her receiving even so
trit1ing gift as wee bunch of violets
from his old rival, Ray Remington.
Well, the thing was done and there
was no help for it. Were she now to
take them from the drawer, Charley
would certainly require an explanation
as to how they got there, and surely it
was queer place in which to put pretty,
fresh flowers? Better not say anything
about them. And shonld she speak Of
Rays visit? Yes; she would surely tell
that-but not now-after dinner. Char
ley was always just a trife inpatient
cross-when he was hungry. She would
wait until after dinner. But before the
dessert was brought on, while she was
eating her salad, her husband asked to
be excused:
"There was most interesting article
in the Evening Spouter on the Chinese
question, which he had commenced in
the omnibus on his way home, and be-
came deeply interested in"
And off he went, and when the dainty
cup-custards, fragrant mocha, and lus-
cious fruit were brought in there was
troublesome lump in the white throat and
suspicious moisture in the blue eyes of
the wife, and the custard was trifled with
for moment, and a spoonful or two of
the mocha swallowed, for were not the
watchful eyes of "Jeemes'' upon her?
And then she fastened from the room,
her mind fully made up. She would 90
to Charley, tell him every thing-just
how she missed the old caresses aod deli
cate little attentions; how lonesome it
was to sit there night after night gazing
at the back of his newspaper, or at the
top of his sleek brown head as it peeped
above the top of the paper. She would
tell him of Rays visit, and about the
hidden flowers, and with this resolve in
her heart: she opened the door of the sit
sing-room.
"Charley, DEAR" she would give her
self, a moment, for fear her courage
might fail "Charley, dear, will YOU put
your paper aside for moment? want
to tell you something"
''Now, Lou, don't bother me; never
was more interested in my life. By lingo!
this fellow writes WELL Where's Leila,
or Bijou? What is the use of your hav
ing pets, if you never notice them? Now
sit down, that's good girl, and dress
Leila up in pink ribbon or something.
You ought to be fond Of that COMPOUNDED
cat; it cost enough"
How quickly the moisture leaves the
blue eyes! What sudden, firm tighten
ing there is of the pretty red fps, and
what hard, cold heart this of hers had
suddenly become! And the Tempter
whispered in her heart, "Not SO would
Ray Remington have looked or spoken
And, remembering the tender voice and
the love in Rays eyes, she feels tender
ness springging up in her heart for the
owner Of the bold, black eyes, and glad
though guilty pleasure in the thoughts
OF the hidden violets. And Charles
Thornton, Esq, returns to his paper with
a most self-satis6ed air; which, by the
way, is the expression generally to be
found on the masculine countenance
when the owner thereof has been making
a most egregious ass of himself.
An hour later he throws down the
Spouter, and asks what it is she has to
say to him.
II really have forgotten. 1t was of no
consequence"
Take care, Charles Thornton Your
wite's first falsehood. Who is to blame
for it? and to what will it lead?
Three months later. Ray Remming-
ton and Mrs. Thornton have met many
times since that sad day on which he sent
her the violets. They have lunched to-
gether, rode together, and attended mat
inees together, and tonight it is all ar
ranged that she will leave her husbands
protection for that Of Ray.
Is she happy at the thought of leaving
her husbands home? Happy9 No!
wretchedly unhappy. But that which
seemed only slight grievance at first
has become now an unhappiness too
great to be borne.
Of course she confded her sorrows to
Ray, and his indignation was intense. h.
"That any one could SO neglect her !
she, whom he would have cherished so
tenderly," and so forth, in the usual
| strain. %E sa
Of course all this only made her lot
seem the harder. And now she is going
to escape from it all. But the treacher-
Gus little heart in her bosom, that she had
thought SO cold and dead to Charley, now
begins to plead for him. 5.
How he haunted the corridor outside
her bedroom door that time when she
was so ill, and he was forbidden to enter.
And when at last she was well enough to
see him, how shokced she was at the al
teration IN the dear face. Why, it was
worn as thin as her own; and when she
first saw her own face in the glass, the
great hollow in the pale cheeks he used
to praise for their plumpness and bloom,
and saw in the place Of the luxuriant
brown tresses he was was SO proud Of.
the boys shock Of curly brown hair, and
threw herself weeping on her pillow, Sob
bling, how could hecould he love her
now9 low tenderly he took her in his
arms, laid her head on his breast, and
kissed the shorn locks and sunken cheeks.
And though she lived to be old and gray,
could she ever forget his words?
"My dear one, my wife, am SO thauk-
ful that hold you here on this heart,
where at one time feared you never
would rest again. I love you, my darling,
for yourself, your warm heart, your pure