Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1881-06-08
OUT OF THE STORM.

No, there were not many women in
the world who, unless they loved al
ready would have looked with disfavor
upon Guy Ravensden moi many who,
heart-free, but would have gladly given
their lives into mis- keeping; and al
though Grace Thornton, looking back
from this hour, Just after the wedding
ceremony, knew she never lad loved
him, she also knew tina. SIZE would do
her best, her greatest best. 20 never
let him regret what he Lao done.
1t was almost hes-t-brealing that
she did not love him, could aot love
him for he was 60 entirely en,-gallc~ by
her, so perfectly devoted, an was one
Of those handsome, gallant men who
are irresistible in their way with
women.
Besides, he had done so much in
taking her from her obscure position,
and placing her where all MS world Of
social exclusiveness, and wealth, and
high birth might know, an admire,
and envy her a. the vie c. such
man as Guy Ravensden woulc lave to
command admiration and envy.
But, after all, the half-pititu, strange
ness of her marriage, poor chic --at-
ter the half-shamed, half-woundl- way
in which she had apparently ana So in
differently received Inc congratAa,ion
of her husbands guests-at,er j. all,
and she and Guy were alone--lhen
hurt and panied her SO kcenly that the
knowledge that he deserved SO much
and could receive 50 little at her hands
because she did not and could not
love him.
And there was such possibility Of
absorbing passion in even her face, in
her exquisitely curved and colored lips,
her lovely, white-lided eyes-passion
and devotion that the master-hand had
not yet aroused from its sleep--and she
was his wife, and he loved her so dear
", and accounted all things lost in the
balance with her love.
Something of such feeling express
ed itself in his handsome face a he took
her caressingly in his arms.
my precious little darling. my bless
ed little wife
And If ever woman meant IT
Grace meant it when she looked up in
his face with her perfect blue eyes,
clear, pure, and shining as a summer
sky, and answered him:
"You are so good, Guy-you are so
good to me! 1t seems as if it must all
be some wonderful dream from which l
will have to awake"
"And are you glad it is not dream
but beautiful reality, Gracie?"
Gould l be sorry? Would any
woman be Sorry"
Just shadow Of dissatisfied yearn-
ing showed itself briefly in his face.
"Grace, look in my eyes moment
yes, there, like that, while you say some
thing to me you have never said yet,
through all our courtship. But surely,
my wife will tell me she loves me
Dear, did you know you have never, in
so many words, told me you loved me y
The faintest little smile curved her
lips. How her heart sank at his tender
words.
Odd ! never-really? You know ]
am never very demonstrative, Guy
but-but-why, how absurd! Am
not your wife? Of course II low,
your
And the sweet, hesitant words, tha'
stirred all his blood, carried with then
none of the heart-breaking truth.
The days and weeks went by, every
one Of them teaching Guy Ravensder
to love his beautiful wife more and bet
ter; and so gentle, so good was she
that he never dreamed that the some
time restraint in her manner, the des
perate, hopelessly patient look in hel
eyes, meant that her heart was starved
because he could not furnish it III
nourishment.
That autumn, after the close of thu
London season, he took her to his spa
cious, magnificent home in Sussex,
home replete with every luxury tina
devotion and money could devise ant
procure. Guests were invited, ant
ansng than ives Cyr1 ketsstSs.