Smyrna times., 1882-08-23
Unveiled.

rOOf Thing! L do feel for her
Though she is IA person / never saw
Yet hers seems a case of such oppression
OH the one hand, and such a patient
suffering on the other, that one cannot
but"
"Oh, dare say you'll see her in the
morning, for she often steals out then
when the wretch. 1 suppose is in bed. .
But what could have induced =
Slrl to tie herself to such a MANI"
Well, | don't know-the old story
suppose-false appearance for mo
Sirl IN her senses would have married
4 man with his habits if she had known
them beforehand"
There is sometimes a kind of infat :
''a'ioh about women, l allow, that
seemst to blind them to the real character
OF the man they are in love with. but
III TINS case | don't think she could
have known how he conducted him
self, or she certainly would have paused
in time. Oh, the wretch! 1 have no
patience with him.
The little dialogue took place in one
OF those neat, bright, clean-windowed
gausy-curtained houses that form so
many pretty districts within WALKING
distance of the mighty heart of the
great metropolis, and between two
ladies, the one mistress of the said nice
looking cottage villa, and the other her
guest-a country matron, who had lust
arrived on a visit to her town friend:
and the object of the commiseration of
both was the occupant of handsome
villa exactly opposite, but apparently
the abode of great wretchedness.
On the following morning. Mrs
Barton and her guest Mrs. Kennedy
were at the window of the parlor.
which commanded full view of the
dwelling of the unhappy Mrs. Morton
when the hall door was quietly opened.
and was as quietly shut again by the
lady herself.
There she is, poor thing!'' cried
Mrs. Barton. "Only look how care
fully and noiselessly she draws the
gate after her. She seems always
afraid that the slightest noise she |
makes, even in the street, may wake |
that fellow, who is now, 1 dare saw.
sleeping off the effects of last nights |
Mrs. Kennedy with all the genial
warmth of truly womanly heart.
looked over and followed with her ewes.
as far as the street allowed, this quiet
looking, brOken-spirited wife, investing
the whole figure, from the neatly-trim-
med straw bonnet TO the tips of the
bright little boots. with a most intense
and mysterious sympathy and then,
liking her anxious, interested gaze on
The opposite house, she said:
" And how do they live? How do
people under such circumstances pass
he day? 1t is thing l cannot COM
for were Kennedy to act in
'uch a way, I'm sure wouldn't endure
t for a week"
1t does not seem scarcely intelligi-
Die" answered Mrs. Barton; "but I'll
ell you how they appear to do. She
sets up and has her breakfast by her.
elf; for without any wish to pry, we
AN see straight through their house
rom front to hack. About this time {
he often comes out suppose to pay
! visit or two in the neighborhood, or [
perhaps to call on her tradespeOple {
md yon will see her by-and-by return, ,
ooking up as she approaches at the
window, and, if the Blind is
lrawn up, she rushes in, thinking, / /
lare say, to herself, How angry he i
will be if he comes down and finds | S
m not there to give him his break
astw Sometimes he has his breakfast /
t twelve-Or One-Or two; and has {
een sitting down to it when she was {
aving her dinnerr" 7
And when does he have his dim d
er!" f
"Oh--his dinner! | dare say that L
J a different sort of things from hers, b
oor thing! He dimes, no doubt, .at C
lub, or with bis boon companions, or 9
nywhere, in fact but at home"
" And when does he come generally?"
AT all hours. We hear him oIen
ne little gate with his key at three, u
,ur and five in the morning. Indeed U
ar milkman told Susan that he has $
zen him sneaking Ia, pale, haggard ?
nd worn out with his horrid vigils, at !,
ne hour decent people are seated at u
reakfast.n
F" wonder If she waits up for him e'i y
.0h, no; for we see the light of u
er solitary candle in her room always G.
J we are going to bed, and you may p
. sure my heart bleeis for her--poor -
,litary sogll don't know that was
yer so interested about any stranger
/ am about this young creature.H b
Dear, dear; il is terrible !" sighed X
le sympathizing Mrs. Kennedy. W
But does any one visit the1n9 Have pi
icy any frIeEds, do you thinksn W
ST don't think he can have many III