Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-11-10

room, with their little Eddie on her
zap tne traces of tears were fresh on
ner lace. and she was singing to the
baby in a low tone.
Forgive me, my precious, for hav-
ing been so Grabbed just now" pleaded
faiconer in penitent tone, as he bent
over ana kissed her, at the same time
placing the money in her hand. "Will
TINS be sufficient for what YOU want ~
More than sufficient p she exclaim-
ed, ,dellghtedly, separating the roll of
bank notes. "I'll take what's left over.
ana get you perfect duck of a dress
lng-gown and materials to work the
foyeiiest pair of slippers you ever saw. /"
falconer began to protest that he
stood IN need of neither dressing-gown
nor slippers, but a reproachful glance
from LOUIS blue eyes arrested his
words. mot when | am going to
make them with my own little fin
ger" she said, and Edward was sub.
dued lnstanter.
The following week Louis mother,
Mrs. Townsend, arrived, and was aflec-
tlonately welcomed by her daughter
and son-in-law. She was a thoroughly
sensible, reasonable woman, with deal
NJ penetration, that seemed to divine
things at glance, and was an acquisi-
ton to any household
Don't you think, Lou" she said to
her daughter one day, when the latter
had, in her usual coaxing, half pouting
style, been urging Edward to some
fresh extravaganza, that you may
push your opportunities just too far ?
Mr.. Falconer looks very much per-
picked and worried to-day, | think"
ooh, Edward is the dearest, most
amiable of men"
Eyes. Lou, but for the very reason
that your husband is amiable and in
dulgent to a fault, you should be merci-
full and not press him too far. Now /
consider that baby's cloak which you
coaxed him into getting for Eddie quite
an unnecessary piece of extravaganza.
Now, take my advice, and be a little
more reasonable in your demands
Mrs. Falconer knew better than to
pout at her mother, so she resolved not
to ask her husband for anything in her
presence again; but no sooner was
Mrs. Townsend gone than the old prac-
uce was renewed. Too much occupied
with her own selfish little aims, she did
not notice that her husbands manner
was often strangely Hurried; there was
recklessness in his very tenderness;
he refused her nothing that she asked
for, and the little lady awaited herself
to the very utmost of his propitious
disposition.
ooh, Edward" she said to him one
day, as they sat together over their des-
sert, "the charity ball comes of next
Wednesday, and ! have been made
one of the lady patronesses. | must
have a pretty dress for the occasion"
"Order what you will" he said, la
conically, as he rose and left the table.
The evening of the ball Lou was dis
appointed that her husband did not
come home in time to see her dressed,
but she could not keep her party wait
ing, and was obliged to go off without
seeing him.
Half an hour later Falconer came
home. He inquired of the housemajd,
who had been reused from a nap by
the violent jerking of the parlor bell, ii
her mistress was gone out; and sleepy
as the girl was, she was startled las she
afterward averred) "by the look of his
face" as he dismissed her.
He went to his own room where little
Eddie lay asleep, but turned abruptly
from the peaceful picture. The heavy
ice of despair lay on his heart. Fal-
coner d Frost had failed, and he was a
defaulter to the amount of more thou
sands than he could ever hope to re-
pay; his good fortune was gone; moth
ing but beggary and ruin lay before
him, and the disgrace would be reflect
ed on his wife and child. He passed
to his dressing-room, turned the key on
the inside, and ten minutes later the
neighbors were startled by the report
of a pistol. They forced the door, and
found that to the name of bankrupt
and swindler," which had been applied
to him as soon as the failure was made
public, he had added that of suicide.
They were fearful tidings that reach
ed his wife's ear in the midst of the
festivities, and hurried her home: and
vainly might she, in frantic accent, call
on that lifeless form only to speak to
her once more" and she would be con-
tent 70 Give on dry crusts in hovel for
the rest of her days"
Tien she called herself "his murder
ess." and wringing her hands inces-
sanity, cried "Just too far, too far p
Vain, vain lament
Jubal Early Met His Match.