The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1879-06-05

iiit'tc HcI SdV ny yVut hioouliicoo .No'i
wounded her with your caprices; and
shame upon you, man ! you dared sus-
pect the loyalty of your wife upon the
widest fantasies and she, poor soul
confessed what she called her tempta-
tions, her struggles, her failings. Ay,
she was tempted often to return railing
for railing THAT she struggled against.
And her faiings, what were they
Why, for sooth, that she failed in the
submissive duty of a spaniel. And now
what did she dol She loved you with
u singleness of hear5 that had no other
object to occupy it. You were her all.
But YOU were indignant that hand
some fellow should travel the same road
as yourself you delivered yourself to
the demon of jealousy that entered your
breast. And what was the consequence
You famed her one night with walking,
and when. the next day, she would not
accompany you limping, you left her in
bitterness. Well, smartiug under the
pain, she took advantage of your absence
to admit young man into her pres
ence. Yes, she had confessed ia
quiet, respectable shoemaker, that he
might enlarge her shoe, and enable her
to walk with you next day without alb
solute pain. Ha ha You ought to
be ashamed of yourself y
| paused. l saw / had cut down
deep and wide upon the morbid part of
his nature. would not have a particle
of it remaining. SO | continued
"In your blind fury you fired at the
poor fellow. Some good angel knocked
up the gun, and you missed him; but
the higIl-spiritcd gallant who came to
invade your honor fell sprawling on the
ground. You fed after achieving that
gallant duel. But your absence was
soon noticed-the man began to suspect
that you were the person who fired
and l arrived just in time to prevent the
matter from being placed in the hands
of the mayor The object of your jeal-
ousy signed himself to hold his tongue
on receiving two hundred and fifty
francs, and fifty more when you are safe
in England Now, Harry Clayton,
what have you to say for yourself
Guilty or not guiltyl'
Guilty, Dick. But where is my
poor wife? Let me go to her p
Harry, you would seek her in vain.
She has left TIE cottage"
"Man! ard-hearted mani You
know where she Isl Let me see her"
mo, Harry" and the bedroom door
opened as | was speaking. "She seeks
you-the true wife, the long suffering.
Take her to your arms"
| then left them, and in about five
minutes | returned.
ooh, Dici| said Harry, shaking my
hand, warmly. ''Iruest of friends"
"Oh, Mr.. Morton, best of friends"
cried Lucy, smiling through her tears,
"pease forgive him!'
"And now, thought l, lone touch of
the cautery to make the wound heal, and
| renounce surgery forever"
I said aloud
"Harry Clayton, listen to Inc again.
Pardon me if | shank from not striking
heavily-it was through love. You
know the value of your wife. Pray to
God every day of your life that you
may be true to her. Truth and virtue
like Lucy's are not the hues of the pho
tograph; they will stand the glare of the
sun, the breath of heaven, the touch of
the worlds hand and not be whiteless
pure But mark me, if you should
again give way to your temper, then |
will take this fair one under my protec-
ton" saying which | drew Lucy to-
ward me and kissed her-"and as sure
as my name is Dick Morton | will di-
vorce her from you and | will marry her
myself And now God bless you"
My surgery worked perfect cure on
Harry About year after | visited
them, and found there perfect bliss. He
was not the least jealous of anything
We had lively chat on old times over
our wine after dinner, and as Lucy held
up her little Harry for me to kiss,
she smily archly onhcrhusbandas shesaid:
"Hasn't he fine, broad shoulders,
DickF