Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1880-03-18
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Charles Archer stood At lhe door Of
tbe one room high up n noisy tene-
men1 house in New York, Nhieh he
shome.v II was not The we'd
6sne be bad dreasued oftwelse
years before. when Ie uttered iiae
Y hdlciory'i - Yale, when Helen
Gofdon blushed and siniled 81 fhe ap-
.s sslss. s'' E W e. e sRsisss sRsssss;ss O. q
ure beside The window, in ihr unsids
print drAs, s~itll tiis b. ~ s0Isen fzee.
and The uncembed golden hair, much
IKE tbe .efzcesgiabeiie, &c wlbse con-
pany he bad been 20 happy 10 menopo-
.Iize upon that golden, day. His wife
looked up aud caught The expression OF
pitying regret upon his dark and hand
some face. Her heart was fun Of sn.
CRY rebellion against her fate, against
herself, against him--sinost against
Cod!
by do ron lock At me like that 7. -
she said, speevishlys - know that Me
room hss not been swept, and fbat I
have not made my toilet for the day.
MY toilet r. she laughed bitterly
when shalt make . toilet again, 4
wonder once set the fashion in New
Haven't Who would believe it'Bow |!
And, oh, 70 think--oniy 20 think wbst
my life might have been, IL had been
wise I" y e'Fsl1 y =ssw .s'.F m
Her husbands face darkened allover.
-"I understand ~. he excIaimsd.---
"You mean if you had married Paul
Hayden instead Of me-" r-ns ~ Il
"How can help such thoughtss q
saw hiss wife early yesterday morning
when ] was out. She was driving 10
the railroad station on her way to their
country house Tor the summer. heard
the footman say so TO some one when
he went to buy the tickets Tor her.
And, oh, what a difference there was
between as twol No wonder she has
kept her beauty. No wonder ha se
lost minel Beauty and health, srd
youth and happiness--ihey are all go-
ing away from me, because We are 10
poor ~ -rsss4ss-g .-sss
Better days may be coming. love, "
said the husband after . pause. 81
have heard of good situation this time,
you know. If | get il, il viii be step
ping stone TO other things Of more con-
sequence. And when ] sm rich, you
know well, my darling. that ! will re-
fuse YOU nothing"
9ail have thought 20 MANY times
that better days were close athsnd; and
every time you have been disappointed,
and we have lived the same horrible
life," was the dascouraglng reply.
81 know, my dearest; bnt this Is real
" good news. trust and hope. Ifyou
will only kiss me and wish me good
luck, have faith that u will come"
He bent down his dark eyes, wistfui-
Iy searching hers for one glance oflove.
such as he had so often seen there
10 the happy days OF courtShip. But
love, so far as she was concerned. he
sometimes feared, had flown out of the
window OF this home when poverty en-
tered. The zheat; the dat, The di~r0r-
dant street cres without, the shabby.
disordered room within, the general
sense OF her own 0niidiness, and the
CALLING memory Of the freshly beautiful
summer costumes worn BY the wife ol
Paul Hayden as she iounged in her car
riage on the previous day-all these
combined to Danish the af1ectionate
glance for which the husbands heart
so vainly hungrred, and TO make the
wiie's parting klss 80 cold and formal
that il fingered like ice upon the Young
mans lips as he turned away. He said
nothing. But The deep sigh. thai seemed
to come from the very depths Of tried
and over-laden heart. silently reproach-
ed her. She caught last glimpse OF
his face as he closed the door II wore
look OF repressed sorrow that wouI,I
haunt her to her diving day. What evil
spirit had tempted her 10 try him "a ,
Was II his fault that, by the sudden
failure Of bank ia The great panic, I"
the savings Of years Of steady toll had
been lost IN a moments Had he not
labored faithfully ever since for her un.
grateful sake Had he not stopped
even to menial toll when no other EN-
ployment could be procured !. And
now she had sent him from her, iun-
cheered by a look or word Of fondness.
What il some accident should happen
to the tram by which he was to traSel !:
What is he should never returni For
a moment she sat dumb. almost para
lyzed by the shock Of that idea. Then
she sprang from her chair and rushed
to the door. She would call him back,
aud ask him TO forgive that careless.
cruel parting. She was too late He
was already in the. street. A momen.
later she heard the shrilI whistle Of The
train. He was gone.
The day passed on sadly enough
Thought after thought came crowding
into her mind TO unsettIe and rrproye
her. They bore their fruit. In less
than an hour after Charles Archer
departure his home wore very differ
ent aspect. By nighilall the one room
was trim and clean as willing hands
could make il. Before the clean win
dows pair of snowy muslin curtains
were drawn. The stove shone like a
mirror, and from its open front brigh,
welcome to the absent master flashed
Out, nOcding the very walls with sarmsh
and light. And summer evening though
IL was. both light and warmth were
needed. At sunset angry clouds rose
in the south. and the rain came sharp.