The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-10-02

tell from whom they came; but she
knows only too well. She likens them to
fearful blue eyes, and kisses them ten.
derly, pityingly, and then thruGts them
hurriedly into the open drawer OF the
table, closes it and turns to greet her
husband, whose step had announced his
coming
A moment later she is excessively pro.
voked at herself for thrusling the violets
out Of sight. Why did she do il?
Better not say anything about them.
And should she speak Of Rays visitf
Yes, she would surely tell that-but not
now-after dinner. Charlie was always
just q tri6e mpatient-cross-w he
was hungry. She would wait till 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 EUening 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
a troublesome lump in the white throat
and suspicious moisture in the blue
eyes of the wife, and the custard was
trihed with for a moment, and a spoon
full or two of the mocha swallowed, for
we're not the watchful eyes OF 'Jeemes'
upon herr And then she hastened from
the room, her mind fully made up. She
would go to Charlie, tell him everything
Just how she missed the old caresses
and delicate little attentions, how lone.
some it was to sit there, night after
uight, gazing at the back of his news-
paper or at the top Of his sleek brown
head, as it pseped above the top of the
paper. She would tell him Of Rsy's |
visit, and about the hidden flowers, and |
with this resolve in her heart she opened |
the door Of the sitting-room.
Charlie, dear, she would not give |
herself moment for fear her courage |
might fail-'Charlie, dear, will you put |
your paper aside momentP want to
tell you something.
Now, Lou, don't bother me. Inever
was more interested in ray life. BY jim
go this fellow writes well. Where's Le-
liz. Or BiiouP What is the use of your
having pets if you never notice them.
Now, sit down, that's a good girl, and
dress Leila up in pink ribbons or some
thing. You ought to be fond of that
confounded cat; it cost enough
How quickly the moisture leaves the
blue eyes What sudden, firm tight
ening there is of the pretty red lips,
and what hard, cold heart this others
has suddenly become! And the tempter
whispers in her heart Not so would
Ray Remington have looked or spoken.
And Charles Thornton, Esq, returns
to his paper with a most self.satisfed
air.
An hour later he throws down the
Sp0uter, and asks what it is she has to
say to him.
4 really have forgotten. It was of no
consequence.
Take care, Charles Tnorntonl Your
wife's first stfalsehood. Who is TO blame
for it2 And to what will it leadl
Three months later. Ray Remington
and Mrs. Thornton have met many |
times since that sad day on which he
sent her the violets. They have lunch
cd together, rode together and attended
the matinees together, and tonight it is
all arranged that she will leave her hus.
bands protection for that of Ray.
Is she happy at the thought of leaving
her husbands home? Happy mol
wretchedIy 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.
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 Charlie,
now begins TO plead for him.
How he haunted the corridor outside
her bedroom door that time when she
was SO i'll, and he was forbidden to en-
ter. And when at last she was well
enough to see him, how shocked she was
at the alteration in that dear face. Why,
it was worn as thin and white as her
own, and when she first saw her own
face in the glass, the great hollows in
the pale cheeks he used TO praise for
their plumpness and bloom, and saw in
place Of the luxuriant brown tresses he
was so fond Of, the boys shock of curly
brown hair, and threw herself, weeping,
on her pillow, sobbing; how couli he
could he love her now? How 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, mywife, / am so thank
full that / hold you here on this heart,
where Mt one time I feared Won never