The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1881-08-19
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hopes and dreams, aud gone to the
great, crowded city 10 live. And the
fat, had been Arcadia 10 her that Is,
just at first, when the honeymoon was
In It's FIRST glow, and all the world was
trans.Ggured with the light that shines
through tho halo Of wedding.ring.
But Of late Mrs. Dafodil had not
been quite 20 happy. She had been
crying ono night, when John came
home unexpectedly, and there was
no tine to dash away the tears.
"My darling" he cried, aghast,
"what is the troubleP
"Nothing, John, nothing" She had
answered. "0nly only il Is 10 long
since / placed my foot on sod OF
green grass. And was thinking that
the old orchard would be in blossom
just at this time, and the meadow nm
- the sassafras tree would be all blue
with early violeta.
"Dafrodil, are you homesicki"
mo, John-indeed mol" ahe cried.
"Get on your things," said Grey.
1--WE will 90 and walk in the park,
and listen to the robin ct the bird fan.
ciers, and try to imagine ourselves
back in the rural districts again"
But DafIodil, trying TO smile M she
tied her pink bonnet strings, did not
tell him Of the long visit she had had
from old Mrs. Nudge, who declared
that she bad always loved John Grey
as if he had been her own son, and bad
proceeded to edify bis bride with cir.
cumstantial account Of the mischief be
had gotten into, all the love tangles in
which he had been involved, all the
half engagements into which he had
been drawn. until poor Dahodil felt M
il her John Grey and this gay Lothario
must be quite two different persons.
"And We all supposed, my dear"
said Mrs. Nudge, comfortably taking
snuff, .tbat he Was 10 marry Olive
bod worth, the actress, when lac up and
brought you home. Dear, dear what
nlrts men are Amt they, now,
dearf"
"I--suppose so" said DaAodil, in
tent upon the stitches Of her strip Of
embroidery.
81 hope You will come aud see me
often" said Mrs. Nudge, setting down
her tea cup and taking al. her big red
shawl.
81 shall be very hir.'y." st'i Dafio-
dill.
"And VIC will have ev.r 80 many
nice, confidential chats" Ssi'l M's.
Nudge
"Yen.' sAiI D.iIsal.i. fai,t'y.
And after Mr.. MYlge bad goss
away, poor DAliodil sat aud wulssisre'i
what made her 70 wfetched. she
could hear some one moving niou. "scr-
bead. Some one hsd .oId her that n
young artist had just rented the. toy
lioor of the Fontaine Flats. She wen
dered vaguely what he Was like, and
whether be. too, was human butter.
fly, lighting on every flower, and con-
slant To none. She asked herself
whether fat Mr.. Smith, who went out
from the suite Of apartments below
every day, with silk umbrella under
hi4 arm, dyed moustache and smoothly
shaven, had his amiable weakness
likewise.
81 almost xisb," said DafIodil To
herself, "that / had remained nnmar
ried. No, I don't either II don'I
know what | do wish r
So, womanlike, Daffodil had begur
to cry. But the pleasant twilight wall
in the park and the melodious whistle
of the robin at the bird fanciers has
cheered her mp again for the time being
But she could not be blind to the fac
that John was not with her so mnca as
during tho first FIVE weeks of thei
marriage. Now and again he woul'
be absent Of AN evening without snili
cient excuse, and, with n smotheres
lpang mt her heart, Daffodil had though
Of Olive Dodworth, the brilliant younl
actress, even then playing at one of th
minor theatres.
"Does he care for her yetf Daffodi
asked herself, and there came no salts
factory answer TO the query.
And 30 il came that tonight, as sh
stood among her geraniums, lookin
out at the sunset, she was not quit
happy.
an old times" said his bride OF Isl
months TO herself, "John was alway
home to take me to walk in the tw
light. He never thinks OF it now"
Were Aunt Jocosta and Mrs. Muds
right after all Was man delusioI
and life dreary series Of disappoin
mentsi
As these dispiriting reflections pass'
through her mind, she was startled
the unexpected sound of footstep {
the floor-a step too light and elast
to be that Of her husband. She turn'
= and was amazed to see, in the indiatin
light, the tall figure of beautif
young lady richly dressed, and wea
ing such Partisan bonnet as po
Dafodil had never seen before. !.
"Pardon me for intrnding," said u
Ill lady, with royal air, "but are the
ID Mr.. Grey's roomsl"
'g "They are said Daffodil, snmmo
e ing all the dignity at her control Al
ID secretly wondering if this might not
", the bete moir of her thoughts and fa
m cies-Miss Dodworth. "Bst ] did N
Mt hear you knock"
n, 1 did not knock, said the anon
nous fair one with hanteur.
y, Daffodil coloTed.
rs 81 am Mrs. Grey" said she, qaic
IS ly.
ty "Pardon me-" said the lady, 81 a
Mrs. Grey, suspected something
y this new order Of things" Will CO