River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1880-09-09


! light He never thinks of it now"
Were Aunt Jocasta and Mrs Nudge
right, after all? Was man a delusion,
,tnd life dreary series of disappoint-
ments
As these dispiriting reflections pass
ed through her mind she was started
by the unexpected sound of footstep
on the floor-a footstep too hight and
elastic to be that Of her husband.
She turned and was amazed to see,
in the indistinct light, the tall figure OF
u beautiful young lady richly dress
ed, and wearing such Parislan bon
net rs poor Datfodil had never seen
before.
Pardon me for intruding," said the
lady. with royal air, but are these
Nr. Grey's rooms?
They are" said Daiiodil, summon
ing all the dignity at her control and
secretly wondering if this might not be
tie bete noir Of her thoughts and fancies
Miss DodwOrth. But did not hear
YOU knock
Il did not knock" said the anony-
nous fair one, with hauteur.
Doitodil colored.
Il am Mrs. Grey" said she, quickly.
Pardon me" said the lady, II am
Mrs Grey. | suspected something of
this ae,c order of things" with con
t"mptuous curl of her lip, and have
come ON from Chicago to counteract
/ it.
Madam" said Dafodil, standing
very erect, although she could feel her
self trembling all over, you must be
insane, | was married to Mr.. Grey on
the first day of last January
The lady laughed hard, mirthless
laugh.
Indeed" said She. And / was mar
ricd to him on the 9th of October, two
years ago Poor child" us the pallor
| ovcrspread Daifodils countenance, Il
don't suppose yoU are to blame, but in
this hard world we have to suffer for
one anothcr's crimes. Where is heg'
/ don't know, family admitted the
bride
"Humph" said the lady, compress
ing her lips. He is ut his old tricks,
see. Well | can wait. You don't
ask me to be seated, but | shall take
that liberty without your permission.
And She sat down, flinSing back the
folds Of her rich India shawl, while
Daflodi watched her with silent dis
may.
Was this true? Had John Grey really
deceived her? He whom she had loved
so entirely, trusted 80 infinitely? If this
wa really 50 there was no truth in all
the world.
The shadows gradually deepened the
clock on the mantel licked as busily as
if it was running a race against time
and still the two sat there silent, speech
less. eaah dreading, yet longing, 10 hear
John Grey's footsteps on the stairs.
a. last he came.
sitting in the dark, pct?" he cried
mereily, as he crossed to the mantel
and lighted the gas-jet 81 must see
your dear little face, for have some
thing to tell you which
He checked himself abruptly, for at
that moment he caught sight of the
pale beautiful stranger in the Partisan
hat and glstening India shawl. He
| turned to Daffodil.
'N-ho is this lady" he asked.
II DO not know her" She answered.
DO not youy"
Never saw her before in all my life.'
said Grey in unfeigned amazement.
Tie lady rose a little neryously,
Is this gentleman your husband?'
She said the color varying on her
chceI,
IL is" Dafiodil mechanically re-
piled
There is some mistake said the
stranger. with visible embarrassment.
This Is not the Mr.. Grey mean. My
Mr. Grey is short and dark, with a
heavy beard Richard Richardson
Grey and"
The Young husband struck his hand
on th, table, as if the idea had sudden
" occurred to him.
with a slight cast in one eye?" said
he An artist, Is he not?'
Exactly" cried the lndia-shawled
beauty.
He occupies the suite of rooms di-
rcctly above US said he. He moved
in last month"
Then, said the lady, Il have mis-
taken the flat. Pray, pray'-to Daft
odiI-" forgive me-"
| Dailodil could only laugh hysterical-
~, and hide her head on her husbands
shoulder
And not until the door had been
closed behind the stranger, did John
Grey cNclalm:
Poor fellow. | have heard some
thing Of this She torments the life out
of him, with petty eXactons and UNI
founded jealousies. She follows him
around the world like Nemesis I'm
glad YOU are not like her, my pretty
DltlodiIn'
And then he went on to tell his wife
how he had been working buisily all
this time 10 earn enough, by extra
labor at his profession, to buy little
one-stolied cottage, in the suburbs OF
the city, with tiny garden attached,
where there was anapple tree, Il thlcket
Of mossroscs all in bud, and Il little
summer house all braided over with
glossy woodhinc,
II signed the papers to-day Daitodl,
said he we can move i'll next week,
Just in time for the roses and strawber-
ric-. Dear one, [ know YOU have been
homesicii for green grass and bird
songs all this time, and have longed a
score Of times To tell YOU of all that was
in my mind: but it would have spoiled
this glad surprise.
And al that Datlodil could say was:
"Oh. John-dear john am 50
happy,
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, one month ago Nj HaIlin is still in
CHARGE Of the work but Is rs far as ever