The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-10-25
The Last Quarrel.
HTHEN, Helph, you think as / DO,
that we must never, have a first

"Never, Rose, there Is nothing easier
than to live without IT,
"Yet they do say that married people
are always sure to quarrel some time"
"Yes, and they do say, my darling,
that engaged people are sure to quarrel a
great deal. But haven't we proved 1t
false in our case 2"
"Oh, Ralph, 1t is because we have low
ed each other too truly to even think of
such thing"
"Of course IL Is, little one," drawing
the golden head down to his breast, land
that is just why we shall never quarrel.
How could we ever speak harsh word
to each other, dearest 7"
There was no audible answer, but q
subdued sound, as of tender caressing,
filed up the interval.
Ralph Maynard and Rose Clark were
to be united for better or for worse on
the morrow. AS we have seen, they
fondly believed that no cloud could ever
overcast their wedding sky.
Three months after marriage, and The
Sun was setbinB upOh 10 OhoiAhih5 " iiV-
lie scene as could well be imagined. A
pretty white cottage with low windows
and romantic porticos overlooking vel
vety green lawn; the windows of the
dining-room stand open, and the fra
grant breath of June roses from without
was rivaled by the tasteful boquets which
stood in crystal vases upon the table
the snow-white damask, cut.glass and
shining silver caught the last rays of
the sun, as they now fitted over the
dainty tea-table, now sparkling in the
crimson heart of a jelly, now lingering
in the golden meshes of Rose Maynard's
hair, as she poured out a cup of fragrant
tea for her young husband.
Three months, andall was perfect hap
piness. Rose was thinking this as she
poured out the tea, with little smile
upon her lips.
"Rose ~
She looked up quickly; surely there
was slight--just the slightest-shadeo of
constraint or GOODNESS in the Tone
"Rose," repeated her husband, evil
IDENTIFY little embarrassed, "as 1 rode
down to the office this morning, / heard
some comments upon your friend, Mrs.
Elton, which didn't please me very well.
L wish," in a lower tone, "that you
would drop her acquaintance, my love-"
"Why, Ralph, what can you mean 2"
with deep flush rising to Der cheek, 81
would do anything for you, Ralph" she
added, "but how terribly unjust it would
be to drop my best friend because some
people don't choose to like her."
81 am afraid they have good reasons
for it, dear in fact, never liked her
myself, though did not like to tell you
so. She is too much of flirt for me to
wish to see her the intimate friend of
my wife,"
"She is splendid, don't care what
people say, and am ashamed of you,
Ralph, for helping to abuse woman's
character-and that woman my best
friend, tool"
And down dropped Roses knife and
fork, and up went the dainty handker-
chief to the bright blue eyes, which had
suddenly filled with tears. This was
too much for Ralph. He came to her
side and kissed away the first tears he
had ever seen in his wife's pretty eyes.
"Come, come, darling remember, we
are never to quarrel. But 1 do hope,
Rose, that you will think seriously over
what have said."
Rose said nothing, but clung to her
husband as though they had just been
snatched from precipice and she could
hardly realize their safety. TO think
that he, Ralph, had actually disapproved
of her
The evening passed lovingly, as usual,
but poor Rose felt thoughtful almost sad.
That she must either hurt the feelings of
her dearest friend, without any good
cause, as she believed, or displease her
own darling husband, she saw was una
voidable; and to her loyal, loving ma
ture to do either seemed impossible. She
would do all she could, however, to
please her husband without offending
her friend
Ali little wife, what difficult posi-
ton to sustain
But for week she managed it. When
the charming little woman dropped In
to call, which she did unceremoniously
at all times, Rose always contrived to be
so busy that she could not possibly go
out. Whether 1t was handkerchief for