The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-11-20

70 " LINK she at least mad none. She be-
SSha " NC concerned about her state of mind.
,,,s was growing worse and worse She
tto us' IN some way put an end to this situa-
tom vn' mat letter, now hid away in the bot
b SU,n VI ner bureau drawer, was whitening
Witch's candle.
Int, cue evening Farrell came home in an UNI
Usual, Usually anectionate frame of mind-and I'M
h, rssi aiiectlon on the part of six weeks
paiuegroom implies a good deal. After din
i;ttii as tney were sitting alone in their cosy
fa Iiie parior before the glowing CRATE fire, he
ahan 70 talking, really in a very pretty way,
a. sSout now much she was to him, how by her
h lne PRIDE of all he did was doubled, and
, drad we thought of her was to him hum
, uteu Tines day like draught Of generous
;"iue' ming his veins with fire and impart-
; 4, fresh zest for all his duties; and how
h ~ SNORT he did every way contritely own
,.nnl the most undeservedly, greedily,
slasplngfy, happy man whom woman ever
tempted to forget in herself the Supreme
Autnor OF good.
- MS amazement, she interrupted this
pretty speech with a burst of tears, and,
'nuuussing away his comforting arms, cried
.. On, am bad woman! don't deserve
W M make you happy
lhen,, while establishment yet held him
mule, she sprang up, crying, wait a min
L
ner Ilying upstairs to their room and il was
i,oC ten seconds before she came running
uoWn again and entered the parlor with u
ietter in her hand. Her face was pale, wet
WIN tears and set with resolve.
II have been false to you, Farrell" she
cAcialmed You remember that letter
you telegraphed me not to open but to burn.
did not open it but never burned it. l
Kept it, | doubted you, Farrell. ] am a
ta2thless bad wife. Can you ever forgive
ymeW and. throwing the letter upon the
burning Goals in the crate, she cast herself
INTO her husbands arms and buried her face
upon his shoulder.
am not quite sure what it was that Far
rell exclaimed. Pm not positive that it was
not some ejaculation Of veXation which it is
quite as well not to put on paper. But be-
fore the flames had more than Drowned the
letter, he had sprung up, setting his wife
rather unceremoniously on her feet, and
snatched it from the Goals. He tore it open.
Look here, you little goose" he eX-
claimed, turning up the gas with the hand
that held the letter while with the other he
caught the shrinking figure of his wife about
the waist. Look here and see what it is"
sob no, no, " she said, 81 don't want to
see it. | don't want to. am ashamed
enough Of myself now"
81 insist that you shall see it, he said.
She looked on as he spread out the con-
tents OF the charred envelope that had been
wet with so many tears. 1t was bill from
Robert Freeman, the steward of the-Club,
to Farrell cambridge, Esq. for sundry bot
ties of wine and other potables and kindred
vanities, with check in liquidation of the
same inclosed.
"You see," exclaimed Farrell, "when 1
was going to marry you dropped the club,
and so had no end Of bill to pay. You are
such fearful little teetotaler that when l
found had sent the bill to you l was in a
terrible state of mind. 1t might dish me
entirely. And so 1 telegraphed. And when
you didn't seem to mind it and didn't
speak of it, of course wasn't going to speak
of it. And that's been the matter with you J.,
all this time! God bless my soul! You dar-
ling little gooseH'
Grace had never cried so much in her life
as she did with her face hid in her huband's
coat collar during the next hour or so, and
was never so utterly happy.-EdWord Bel
ldTlu, in Good COnlDGnU