Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1881-04-15

ing with DIR. Sheffield, and did not hear.
sob, Pm different. Sheffield is big
ger man, but he's just the fellow to bt
swamped by woman-like Lydgate. yor
know"
,s'All women are not Rosamonds, said
Indignantly.
1T would be a bad thing for her, too
| Doctors rarely get rich, and the wife of a
| poor doctor has an unenviable lot. No
my ambition by proxy-dies if Sheffield
marries."
| And then it flashed across me that il
meant to warn me. glanced suddenly up
and saw that was right. 1t was so idiotie
to turn scarlet
s'The wife of poor doctor - he went
on meditatively ssWhat a cramped
wretched life 1t would be! Household
worries, no society. no pleasures, con
slant struggle from hand to mouth"
81 am tired, and think will say good
night said, and took particular care
it was simply to show him I resented his
well-meant but mistaken counsels-to say
good night as sweetly as could to King
Arthur.
".
WHAT DONALD SAYS.
It was the anniversary of our wedding
day, Kitty did not speak of it. Of course
I could not let the day go by unnotlced, so
brought home pearl cross thought she
would fancy. 81 suppose you We forgotten
what day it is?'' I said as I laid it in her
lap.
"Forgotten!' she repeated; IT have been
thinking of it all day.
''Do you like it?' I asked, for she did
not say word about the cross; only sat
looking at it; then she looked at me, and
to my establishment, her eyes were full.
"It's year ago, DOM she began in a
GREATNESS. earnest way. 'Have you ever
regretted it? If it we're this time twelve
month ago, would you still say to me what
you did tben?' us
"Why hltty!' was all 1could say, and
for a moment thought the hot weather
had affected her brain.
eff it is so, oh, Don, dear, believe me, I
would bear it. She is SO much more
worthy of your love than I, and how could
you have helped caring for her? My only
prayer would be for your happiness, for
the happiness of you both. and that I
might die to give it to you, could not
want to live then, you knows
kitty, Kitty!" cried, half frightened
at this solemnity- Kitty, whose dim
pies are never absent even though 1 could
not understand her. '.Dear, my one pray
er in regard to death would be that I
might die first, if it were not that I know
the blank it would make life to you. AS
it is, my dear, let us pray that we may die
together
ss9Ehen you don't love Eleanorp'
''Love Eleanor!'' and then the utter alb
surdity Of the idea burst upon me, and,
though I did my best to keep serious, I
could not speak for laughter. For once
Kitty did not seen to mind being laughed
at, and in minute she joined me. Her
arms were about my neck as she whispered
Don, dear, forgive me; ought to have
known. It was only because loved you
both so dearly. You were both so perfect
to me l thought you must be the same to
each other" and did net feel like laugh
ing as thought of what my little wife
had silently, if foolishIy, suffered and pur-
posed. ''And where is DR.. Shefield?" she
asked half hour later. "Did he come
home with you?"
mo farther than the beeches. Eleanor
was in the Hammock there"
"Oh. Don,'' she began with her eyes
wide open, ''you don't mean"
II think do;' and if my tone was
trifle complacent, it was but natural,
"W hat was Machiavelli compared with
me? and was not Talleyrand himself
bungler? 1t is a law that dates back to
Mother Eve; and if people only understood
1t and practiced it as I have done, there
would be fewer mesalliances and no run
ming away with papa g coachman.
And just then who should appear COM
ing across the lawn but Arthur and Flea
nor, both looking supremely happy-and
guilty ? ''My dear, may as we'll begin
to save up, so you can pay your wager like
an honest man," said 1.
ESTHER WARREN.