The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-08-17
HOW He WAS CURED.

1t was not any medical prescription
that did the work; his difficulty was be.
yond that. 1t had shown itself in trou.
blesome acute attacks from his boyhood
mp, and since his marriage had settled
down into slow chronic anuoyance; but
as said, he was cured at last. The
beginning of the end happened in this
wise.
Della Gray and Mrs Russell were hay-
ing Just the contest time possible on one
summer afternoon, one on the sofa read =.
ing aloud from Picwick Papers. the
other in an easy chair with hos foet vu :.
divan, knitting and chatting between the
lines; for they were old schoolmates and
perfectly at home with each other. Mr..
Benjamin Russell insisted that he should
put cushion under each head to make
them the very picture of comfort, then
seated himself between them and treated
them to basket of cherries and an
amusing account of his day s adventures.
He did his very prettiest and that was no
small thing. He might have written
three volumes "On the Art of Pleasing, :"
added an appendix equal to the origi-
nal, and still had few facts too choice
to Waste on the public left over for his
own Fivate use.
AM Just now there was particular
reas1A. Miss Della had said mo" to
him bnce. Mrs. Benjamin more than
he suspected the fact, Mr.. BENJAMIN
p = still very much aware of it; and now
nat she and Jennie proved to be old
friends, and she was at his home for the
first time, prettier and saucier than ever.
1t was policy in him to show the scnrn-
full young damsel how much she had
missed.
After the cherries were gone, and he
had duly apologized for interrupting
them (although he knew they would
rather fifty times have his chat than their
reading) he betook himself to the back
porch with cigar and newspaper. But
just as he was going he caught sight of
the blue yarn.
'Great Jupiterl why will you tire your
fingers over that coarse stuff? I'd rather
wear ragged stockings to the day of NV
death than to have you! / protest had.
dear, and with that he had gone.
The smile that had tried to come into
he vife's'face.died sway.in the corners of
Her lip to a scornful curve. Sc did
not intend it should, but she had heard
kIcot oc1A VI bucu tkASu-W0eu OLQer
people were listening. But he never
wasted tenderness on her at any other
time.
He's an anRelr Della said, when he
was almost ont of hearing.
"On tin Wheels" her friend added
jestingly; and they went on with the
reading. But one at least was not think.
ing Of Pickwick.
Mrs. Russell had great deal of gen.
nine, wholesome. common sense, not q
particle of story book nonsense. She
would not have wanted him to be an an
gel, but no more did she want him to be
sham one, and that was the very heart
Of her trouble. He was devotion itself
70 her in public People said, pityingIy
that she didn't seem to appreciate his 1t.
tontion, land be was 30 affectionate!'
They vore afraid his marriage was not
- happy as-ending with sigh and q
"poor fsllowT In private, be wss NOT
oxnsfly tyrnnt; be vas amply forget
&ng q everybody's comfort except his
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