Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-07-14

wiz he- over with a look" | was right,
she soon returned, and not alone.
He will be very quiet, and she need
not see him. l thought it would be
better" all this apologetically.
He crossed the room as noiselessly
as woman, stopped over the bed in
silence, then sat down beside it, Mary
shaded the lamp so that the room was
in twilight, and We all three sat down to
wait.
For more than an hour we waited,
then Mary stole out Capt. Tremayne
looked up as the door opened and
closed then, with a quick sigh, laid
the brown curly head down upon the
pillow as close as possible to that of
the poor young wife without touching
it, and his hand moved up towards
hers, where it lay on the coverlet, but
without touching that either for fear Of
awakening or disturbing her
1t was not until the first gray streaks
of daylight were struggling in through
the winCow, beside which / sat, that
there was a slight stir she had awak-
ened at last.
Hugh" she breathed dreamily at
ilTst, licH uISeLtls, IluSu
Eyes, dear"
She turned her face toward his where
it lay beside her. She was only par
TALLY awake rs yet, her eyes were still
closed but the hand on the coverlet
crept up softly toward him, fiuttered
over his face, rested one moment caress-
ingly on The brown curls, then with a
long, ccntented sigh, her arm stole
around his neck.
Husband, kiss me ~
His presence has saved her." was
my mental comment "there is nothing
now to fear" and, unnoticed, | left the
room.
Chilled and cramped with the long
sitting after the nights journey, l was
not sorry to find the sitting-roorn bright
with lamp and fire light, the kettle sing
ing on the hob, breakfast MS comfortably
laid out for two as if the hour had been
8 instead of 6, and Mrs. Merton as neat
and fresh and trim as if that midnight
tragedy had been all dream. Let
cavilists sheer as they may, there is
nothing for man like a wife, if she be
good one | myself may have had
my doubts on the subect-wives are
but women after all, and, therefore,
may be trying at times, even the best
of them. But ! certainly had no doubt
whatever, as l stretched out my feet to
the blaze and resigned myself cheer
fully to being petted and waited on.
"Well?" questioned Mrs. Merton,
when my creature comforts had been
duly attended to, and not before. l
told her how matters stood, she was
delighted.
"And so they are fond of each other,
after all; and his being unkind to her
and her poor little baby was only 6 de-
fusion. How dreadful How delight
ful, I mean Poor fellow so young
and handsome and nice l felt sorry
for him.
Gle must have travelled down in the
the same train as she did,"
ooh, no; he told me all about it. He
had been summoned up to town on
business, and left home yesterday
morning. In the evening the nurse
left her, and she thought, asleep, to
fetch something from the kitchen"
"Have gossip there, you mean"
"John," solemnly, you don't like
nurses, you know you don't"
"My dear, am married man, and
moreover an M. d. A well-balanced
mind must hate somebody or some
class of bodies; and as a rule, medical
men hate nurses"
Nonsense, joint Well, Mrs. Ire
mayne got away while the nurse was
down stairs, and being traced to the
station, where she had taken ticket
to London, Capt. Tremayne was tele-
graphed to, and was stopped as he got
into the train on his way home. Some
one must have seen you leave the sta
tion."
"As he came TO look for her here
somebody must have brought him; two
came to the door"
at will be all right now that he has
found her and is fond of her; she will
get quite well, and he will only have to
comfort her for the loss of her poor lit
tie baby"
I wipe my pen, blot the MSS, and
rise. My story is done, and as it is the
first, so will it probably be the last |
shall write.
Mrs. Merton looks up from the glove
she is mending. "The story donel
Why, all you have written is only the
beginning of the end! You could not
surely have the heart to break off in
that unsatisfactory manner. Not a
word about Capt. Tremayne's gratitude,
or the hamper they sent us at Christ
mas, or the birth of their little son last
year, and the pretty way in which she
coaxed you to be godfather, though
her uncle, the Duke. was only waiting
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