Smyrna times., 1882-08-23

friends, the heartless fellow: but ther,
are great many people who call
stylish people, tOo-in carriages, and
there is he-the wretch often with
his self-sleepy look, smiling. and hand.
ing ladies out as if he were the most
exemplary husband in the world"
Has she children? ! hope she has
as they would console her in his long
| absence"
No-even that comfort is denied
her. She has no one to cheer her. her
own thoughts must be her companions
at such times. But perhaps it is a
blessing; for what kind of a father
could such a man make? Oh, should
ike to know her! And yet dread
any acquaintance with her husband.
Barton, you know wouldn't know such
a man."
Ny dear Mary you have made me
quite melancholy. Let us 90 out
You know l have much to see. and
many people to call upon: and here
we are, losing the best part of the day
in something not much removed from
scandal.
The ladies hereupOn set out, saw all
the 3" loves of bonnets" in Regent street
bought a great many things for half the
original cost, made calls and laughed
nd chatted away pleasant, excitinga
day for the country lady, who happily
for herself forgot in the hustle the
dropping crestfallen bird who was
fretting itself away in its pretty cage in
Mentor Road.
The next day lady friend called ON
Mrs. Barton.
" find she said, in the course ofcon-
versation with the lady and her guest.
you are Il near neighbor ofa dear friend
of mine-Mrs. Morton"
" Mrs. MortOn!'' exclaimed both her
hearers, pale with excitement and
curiosity" Mrs Morton!'' Oh. how
singular that you should know her
poor, miserable creature! Oh. do tell
us about
POor-miserable! What can YOU
mean? You mistake. My Mrs. Morton
Is the happiest little woman in town."
oh, it cannot be the same said
Mrs. b. " mean our opposite neigh
Dor, in Hawthorn Villa. thought if
couldn't be"
hawthorn Villa. The very house!
You surely cannot have seen her or .
her husband, who
"Oh, the dreadful wretched gamb- /
ling fellow" interrupted Mrs. Barton. /
. wouldn't know such a man."
She" in her turn interrupted her
friend, = he gambler! He is the most
exemplary young man in London-a
pattern of every domestic virtue-kind.
gentle, amible, and passionately fond
Of his young wife.
My dear Mrs. Law, how can Won
'ay all of this of man whose canduct
$ the common talk of the neighbor-
lood-a man lost to every sense of
hame, should suppose-who comes
o his desolate wife at all hours, whose
'nly ostensible means of living is
or something equally disrep-
ltable-who-''
Aou have been most grieviouslv
nisled, again interposed Mrs. Law.
Who can have so grossly slandered
ne best of men? That may be safely
allied his misfortune, but not his .
lultr
AND the lady warmed as she spoke
Ill she had to unite her bonnet and s
IN her glowing face with her hand
erchief. I
HIS misfortune" murmured Mrs
'arton; how can that be called a mis- {
'rtune which man can help any day q
e pleases? '
But he cannot help it. He would c
e too pleased to spend his evenings at l
ONE with his dear little wife, but Won v
now his business begins when other +
copies is over.' s
Don't you knOwT" said Mrs. Law. a
'oking extremely surprised. "Whv. il
e's the editor of morning news a
lper?" d