Connecticut western news., 1881-09-21

Hugh p she breathed-dreamilya at first, then urgently" Hugh!"
 "Yes, dear"
 She turned her face toward his where it lay beside her. She was only partial ly awake as yet, her eyes were still closed; but the hand on the coverlet crept up softly toward him, futtered over his face, rested one moment caressingly on the brown curls, then, with long, contented 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 her room.
 Chilled and cramped with the long sitting after the nights journey I was not sorry to find the sitting room bright with lamp and freight, the ket- tie singing on the hob, breakfast as comfortably laid- out for two as if the hour had been nine instead of six, and Mrs. Merton as neat and fresh and trim as if that midnight tragedy had been all 8 dream. Let cavilists sheer as they may, there is nothing for a man like a wife if she be 8 good one. myself may have my doubts on the subJect- wives are but women after all, and must, therefore, be trying at times, even the best of them. But I certainly had no doubts whatever as I str etched out my feet to the blaze and resigned my self cheerfully to being petted and waited on.
 ''Well?" questioned Mrs. Merton, when my creature comforts had all been fully attended to, and not before. I told her how matters stood; she was delighted.
 'And so they are fond of each other after all and his being unkind to he1 and her poor little baby was only a delusion. How dreadful! How delight full, meanl Poor fellow-so young and handsome and nice! I felt so sorry for him.
 "He must have travelled down in the same train as she did"
 "Oh, 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, as she thought, asleep, to fetch something from the kitchen."
 "Have gossip there, you mean.'
 "John," solemnly, "you don't like nurses, especially monthly nurses; you know you don't!'
 My dear, am married man, and, moreover, an M. D. A we'll balanced mind must hate somebody or some class of bodies; and, as a rule, medical men hate nurses, especially monthly nurses. ,
 Nonsense, John. We'll, Mrs. Ire mayne got away while the nurse wa; down stairs, and, being traced to the station, where she had taken ticket tc London, Captain Tremayne was tele graphed to, and was stopped as he go into the train on his way home. Some one must have seen you leave the station."
 GAS he came to look for her here somebody must have brought him two came to the door,"
 ''It will be all right now that he ha found her and is fond of her she vii get quite we'll, and he will only have t comfort her for the loss of her poo little baby.'
 wipe my pen, blot the MSS. an' rise. My story is done, and, as it is tn first, 50 will it probably be the last o which shall be guilty.
 Mrs. Merton looks up from the g lov she is mending. "The story done Why, all you have written is only thf beginning of the end. You could no surely have the heart to break off il that unsatisfactory manner. Not word about Captain Tremayne's grat! tude, or the hamper they sent us 8 Christmas, or the birth of their littl son last year and the pretty way i which she coaxed you to be godfather though her uncle, the Duke, was onl waiting to be asked, or how she insiste upon our bringing baby and Johnn and Freddy, and how baby l But have seized my hat and gloves l Mary is, as I have said, the best ( wives, if just little trying at t1me l and her baby the most wonderful of s created babies have an appoin l ment at twelve.