Middletown transcript., 1882-03-17

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of us is wise in season ? In the frs
place, she had committed herself tt
these pleasurings, so to speak it woul'
be embarrassing to withdraw, woult
look as if she were prudish and vain
had taken the affair du SerieorC. At the
same time, she was grateful to him fol
convincing her that her power t" please
had not deserted her, and her long-re'
pressed vanity asserted itself. This
delicious flattery was too pleasant to be
given up all at once-to-morrow, may
be T; but, to paraphrase an old poet,
ssTo-day itself's too late;
| The wise denied themselves yesterday"
She satisfied her conscience, however,
by sending Mr.. Richmond faithful
account of their comings and gOings,
although, with the best intentions in
the world, she naturally omitted some
thing, since there are hundred deli
cate shades of intOnatiOn and express
ion in the daily intercourse of two peo-
pie which no letter can transcribe. II
the season had not been so fine, and
the scenery so enticing, Mrs. Rich
mOnd would have wearied, perhaps, OF
rocking forever on the tide by sunset,
by moonrise, of anchOring in some 81
lent cove where the wild flowers looked
at their image in the water, where the
stars lay like jewels, while Mr.. Lau-
renee lighted his meerschaum, and con-
fided his loftiest aspirations, his doubts,
his beliefs-it is SO sweet to be cOntided
in, SO fattering To have heard him,
one would naturally suppose that Mrs.
Richmond was commissioned to write
his biography.
1t must be confessed that there were
times when his egotism rather bored
her; but when she hesitated about con-
tinuing their recreations, a word to the
effect that no one else sympathized with
his moods, shared his sentiments, un-
derstood him, carried the day.
Slipping home OH the tide to the
Dovecote landing one night, so dark
they could hardly see each others faces,
after silence in which they listened
to the whipporwill's lonesome tune, the
soft signing of the water washing
against the shore, he leaned toward her,
and said, slowly:
"Do you know, 1 should like to drift
on so ever-with you. l love you.'
At that instant it seemed to Mrs.
Richmond as if the heavens had rolled
together like scrull. She felt stunned
and faint. Grow ashore. Mr.. Lau-
renee" she gasped, but there was COM
mand in her whisper. 81 have been
to blame. have been blind, but l
love my husband"
Not word was spoken as they shot
through the darkness to the landing.
Then, as he assisted her over the slip
perry stairs, 81 thought, T" he said"
you were widow"
But Mrs. Richmond's cup was not
yet full. Her humiliation was not
till she read the letter which
arrived for her few days later.
You are cruel, wicked woman,
Mrs. Richmond'' lit said). "Roger
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all and you, you false wife, you have
stolen his heart away from me-nOt !
because yon needed it-merely to graf
ify relentless vanity. Waste makes
want may you live to want such love
as this of which you have defrauded
ERNEsTINE SAYRE."
The same mail brought a line, also,
from across the sea.
"Some anonymous idiot writes me
that young Mr.. Laurence has been de-
voting himself to you, to the grief Of |
his fdncee' Wrote Mr.. Richmond) !: !
: While l do not doubt you, my darling |
Rose, begin to see that you may have
felt tile lack Of attentions which a Ben
etlick is SO apt to omit or neglect, and |
| shall take passage in the Comet, Il
month earlier than intended, in order
TO let the slanderous understand that
you have a lover in your husband,
JOHN RICHMOND.
It was the next week that Mrs.
Richmond went to town to see about
opening her house. 1t would seem like
their honeymoon over again-no more
misunderstanding, no more separation.
AS she stepped upon the pavement the
newsboys were crying themselves
hoarse.
"What do they say P'' she asked of
a passer-" what do they shy ?"
Wreck of an ocean steamer, the |
Comet"
After all, Roger Laurence was not
mistaken: Mrs. Richmond must have
been a widow on that dark night be-
fore lie left the Dovecote- Harper'S
BGzdr.
FLOWERS IN MExICO.-Mexico is
he greatest flower market inthe world.
All the year round the gardens bring
forth brilliant blossoms, the fragile,
children of this tropical zone.
All historians who write Of the Mexi-
,ans as Mexicans, speak Of their love of
lowers as one Of their principal char
,cteristies. Nor is this trait dimin-