Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-11-11

gan to think she at least had none. She be-
gan to be concerned about her state OF mind.
She was growing worse and worse. She
must in some way put an end to this sitna-
tom OF her bureau drawer, was whitening
her away as II it had the malefcent power OF
y witch's candle.
One evening Farrell came home in an un-
usually anectionate frame OF mind-and un,
usual Affection on the part OF six weeks
bridegroom implies good deal. After din
ner, as they were sitting alone In their cosy
little parlor before the glowing CRATE fire, he
fell to talking, really in q very pretty way,
about how much she was to him, how by her
the pride Of all he did was doubled, and
how the thought of her was to him hum
dred times day like draught of generous
wine, filling his veins with fire and impart.
ing q fresh zest for all his duties; and how
himself the most undeservedly, greedily,
graspingly, happy man whom woman ever
tempted to forget in herself the Supreme
Author of good. er.asuy -
To his amazement, she interrupted this
pretty speech with q burst Of tears, and.
thrusting away his comforting arms, cried:
: "Oh. I am bad woman! Idon't deserve
to make you happy" -
Then, while establishment yet held him
mute, she sprang up, crying, wait MIN,
ute," and ran out Of the room. He heard
her flying upstairs to their room and 1t was
not ten seconds before she came running
down again and entered the parlor with a
letter in her hand. Her face was pale, wet
with tears and set with resolve.
81 have been false to you, Farrell" she
exclaimed. ''You remember that letter
you telegraphed me not to open but to burn:
I did not open it but never burned it. l
kept 1t, I doubted you, Farrell. 1 am
faithless bad wife. Can you ever forgive
me?" and. throwing the letter upon the
burning Goals in the CRATE, she cast herself
hurled face
upon his shoulder.
I 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
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 1t open.
Look here, you little GOOSE" he ex-
claimed, turning up the gas with the hand
caught the shrinking figure of his wife about
the waist. =" Look here and see what 1t Is. /"
ooh no, no, !" she said, 81 don't want to
see it: I don't want to. am ashamed
enough of myself now"
ST 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 anu Otner pOUaDleS anu hInuIcu
vanities, with a check in liquidation of the
same inclosed.
stYou 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 I had sent the bill to you I was in a
terrible state of mind. 1t might dish me
entirely. And so 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 /,
all this time! God bless my soul! You dar-
ling little gooseP'
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.-Edeoard Bel
ldnay, in Good Company.