The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1880-09-22

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caco to countCract it.
MADAM. said Dahodil standing
very erect. although she could feel
herself trembling all over, you
must be insaneW ] was married to
Mr.. GREY on the first day OF last
January.
The lady laughed-a hard, mirth-
k laugh
Indeed aid she aud Wa
married TO him GA the 9th Of
October, two years ago. Poor child
as the palor overspread Dafiodils
countenance. Il don't suppose you
are to blame, but in this hard world
we have to suffer for one another s
crimes. Where is hc ,"
don't know ffintly admit
ted the bride.
..Humph." said the lady COM
pressing her lips. He is at has OLD
tricks. / see. Mcll, / can wait. You
don't ask me to be seated, but !
shall take the liberty without your
permission.
And She sat down, fiinging back
the folds OF her rich India shawl,
while Daffodil watched her with
silent dismay
Mas this true? Had John Grey
really deceived her? He whom she
had loved so entirely, trusted so IN
fnitely? If this was really so then
there was no truth in ali the world! f!
The shadows are gradually deeP-
ened the clock on the mantle tick
cd rs busilv as if it were running q
race with time-and still the two
sat there silent, speechless, each
drcading, vet longing, to hear John
Crews footstcp on the stairs.
At last he came.
Sitting in the dark, pet? be
cried mcrrily. rs he crossed to the
mantle and lighted the gas jet. =
must see vour dear little face, for
i have something 10 tel you
which"
He checked himself abruptly, for
at that moment he caught sight Of
the pale. beautiful stranger in the
Partisan hat and glistening India
shawl lie turned To Daflodilan and
said:
WHO is that lady
Il do not know her, she answer
cd. DO not you =?
Never saw her before in all my
liic!" said Grey, in Unteigncd amaze
ment.
The lady rose a little neryously.
SIS this gentleman yourhusband?
she said. the color varying on her
check.
-He is.8 Daffodil mechanically
replid.
There is some mistaken said tho
stranger with visable embaTass-
ment. This Is not the Mr. Grey |
mean. My Mr.. Grey is short and
dark: with u heavy beard-Rieard
Richardson Grcy-and-"
The young husband struck his
hand on the table, as il an idea had
suddenly occurred TO him.
with a slight east in one eye?
said he. An artist, is he not?
"Exactlv!p cried the India-shawl-
ed beauty.
He occupics the suite of rooms
directly above Us, said he. 'HiC
moved in last month. "
Then" said the lady, Il have
mistaken the flat. Pray, pray-to
I DafIodil--'forgivc me"
But Daffodil could only laugh
Historically, and hide her head on
her husbands shoulder
And not until the door had been
closed behind the stranger did John
Grey cXclaim:
Poor fellow have heard some
thing of this. She torments the life
ont Of him, with petty eXactions and
unfounded iealousies. She follows
him around the world like a Meme.
sis. I'm glad YOU are not like her
my pretty Daffodil. "
And then he went ON to tell his
wife how he had been working busi-
/ " all this time to earn enough, by
extra labor at his pofession to buy I
little one-Storicd cottage in the su-
berbs of the city, with a tiny garden
attached, where there was an applC
tree. a thicket of moss roses all ii
bud. and q little summer house al
J braided over with fine glossy wood
bine.
Il signed the papers to-day, Datio
dill" said he. I'VE can move il
next week, just in time for the rose.
and strawberries. Dear one, / know
YOU have been homesick for greer
grass and bird songs all this time
and | have longed a score of time:
to tell YOU of all that was in m!
mind; but il would have spoiled tn,
glad surprise"
And all that Dahodil could say
was:
"Oh. John-dear john am s.
happy.-Sdhrday Night