Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1880-10-29
3 gleasamt Story.
A SECOND WIFE.

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darksome room, lay the source of darkness
the sobs, the black wells. "She looks peace
full, doesn't she?" murmured an aunt to
sister who was dropping bitter tears "At
last At lastw The words sounded as if
they were ground beneath closed teeth.
Mr.. Magouge stepped beside the coffin !;
he was taking a last look at the face that
had smiled at him through the bridal veil fif-
teen years before.
"See how moved he looks p whispered
Mrs. Brown to her daughter. "Ah she was
high-strung creature-not just the one to
make man happy-yet how ever attentive
and polite he was to her There is no better
man in Roseville"
at seemed as if he could not get away
from that coffin" remarked Mrs. Prism to
Miss Prune. HOh she was a high-tempered
girl. But they seemed to get on well, of
late years. He always got her everything
she wanted. What fine looking man he
is"
Just then occurred a sudden movement
at is the sister of Mrs. Magouge, Julia
Moore. She came near fainting, her aunt
took her out; the mourning crowd explain
ed to each other
Outside. Julia Julia don't take on so,
dear. Here, here-come in here minute"
Mrs. Moore drew her niece into a conserva-
tory, and dipping her handkerchief into the
tinkling fountain, soothed Julia's temples.
She ceased the spasmodic hand-clenchings,
but still glared at her aunt out Of hot dry
eyes. "There, there, cry now, dear; it will
do you good" said her aunt, still LAYING her
face
can't cry, aunt, but YOU did well to bring
me OUT in another moment | should have
sprung at the hypocrite; | should have turn
ed him round TO those maudlin women.
should have said: "There is her murderer!
There is the man who swndled her out Of
her property, who broke her heart and wore
about her high temperr My poor daringV
Not fit to make him happy All | wish /
had the making Of him happy for little
while ?"
Several maids and widows had thought
of the handsome widower which fitted into
the identical words, but not into the gritty
accents used by his sister-in-law.
Don't, Julia, DEAR" pleaded Aunt Moore;
81 didn't hear anybody say any such thing,
and hope Margaret was as happy as most
wives. AT least she is resting now, and per
haps the peace of heaven has already washed
away the scars of earth. Do try to com
pose yourself, and let us go back"
They went back, but we need not follow
them into the dusky atmosphere heavy with
tuberose and heliotrope, the flowers Of love
and death.
a little over a year afterwards Mr.. Burt
Magonge might have been seen bidding
reverent goodnight TO cherub face at the
door Of a charming country house Step
ping back into his carriage he noticed
friend waiting for the horse-car."
"Come with me, RossY
"Thanks you're good fellow, Magouge."
As the coachman drove back 10 the city,
Mr.. Ross remarked; "This opera going is
costly business TO a poor devil, If the lady
lives in the country, especially if 1t rains;
but you are not poor devil"
Magouge laughed al don't care what |
spend in this campaign so come out victor"
"Tnen you have begun a campaign in
earnest have your
"You're right"
"Dear met Which one is the besieged ?
Miss Erminia She has fine dark eyes-lke
your wife"
81 know II is not Miss Erminia."
"Miss Heleng she is an accomplished,
handsome girl"
"Too accomplished, she has too many opin-
ions Of her own. I've had enough Of that"
"You want an echoy"
swell, II you like 10 put II 30, | don't
want an echo, want little, artless, afIec-
Tomato, docilc, clinging sort of woman.
am going in for Miss Fife"
miss Enlcy Why, she's hardly out Of
school"
Hardly. know what want"
"She would scarcely be much Of a com.
panion"
IL don't want a companion"
"But she is a dear little thing % pct
sweet, timid eyes, quiyering lips-you can't
speak 10 her, but the color rises 10 her face.
What lossy, naxen curls, she has Or, ON
the whole, why don't you geta sky terriorS"
81 know what ! want" repeated Magouge,
dark smile on his fine features.
Presently new engagement enliycned
the Roseyille tea table.
$50 soonI" sighed Miss Pnine
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