The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-02-10

five years, and I shall keep on being
angry with him until he drops the pub
lie house and sticks like man to his
work. y
SO we were wed, and-I almost shame
to own it-that day for the first time
saw my husband SC helplessly drunk
that, in my agony of mind, Ibelieye that
if 7 could have been unmarried then
should have left him for good.
But l was his wife, and he was my
husband, my master, whose willine
slave L became, working for him when
he would not work, striving ever to win
him to our home, but striving in vain.
Before We had been married year ]
was very i'll with an ailment brought on
| by grief and anxiety, and when our lit
tie one was born and I looked upon its
little face as that of tiny angel sent.
perhaps, to win my husbands love more
to me and home, that little face was
still, the eyes were closed, for my child
had never breathed and never saw the
light of day.
1t was a great grief of mind to me.
but time passed on, and a couple of
years later I held our little girl to his
lips that he might kiss our child. and
then shrank away in misery and despair.
finding out, as I did, that there was
something which he loved better than
his child and me--the base indulgence
of self.
1t may seem hard to speak of him as
| do, but long career of misery makes
me outspoken. Was J not left alone
that he might drink, when our little one
lay sick unto death, and I hard pressed
for money to obtain the necessarles that
might save its life? The few pounds
my mother had left me had gone long
enough before-every penny spent in
drink-and had not complained, only
stroye on, day after day, to win him to
my side, where poor old Mrs. Smith
would often be watching all night long,
sometimes by the baby's cot. after in
sisting that [ should take some rest.
It all seems now, in the dim distance
like some terrible dream of misery.
wher1ln J see myself, with Harry's
father and mother, following the lit
tie girl to the grave, and they coming
weeping back to try and comfort me.
Tor Harry had gone away.
Where? l never knew, only that he
would go away for days.
[ see the change at times, but not often.
for blindly cling to the old memory Of
our love, and, come what may, I nightly
wise, SO | went, and at the end of the
month returned to find that had no
home, for Harry had sold all our little
belongings for miserable sum. and the
money was all gone in drink.
sat down in the empty room bv the
pare hearth, upon the little box that had
been my companion at the seaside. and
lsked myself what I should do. For
few moments hot feeling of indignation
came over me, and recalled too much.
tfeVer TO return; but the next minute
the memory of his old love came back,
aud my vow to be his faithful wife; and
the cruel thoughts were cast away and I
stayed.
Ten Ay, fifteen years are gone, and
lot. A few kind words and smile are
the rewards pray for, but they seldom
come now, since he's so much changed.
l see, too, as in q dream, myself
growing thin and weary, and so ill that
Harry, who was back now, and very
kind, persuaded me to go away aud stay
u the seaside with my old mistress, who
had gone there for her health, and pro-
posed that l should go and wait upon
her for month.
Harry.s mother joined in persuading
me, and Harry's father said it would be
pray for the strength that shall make
me his patient, forbearing wife unto the
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