Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1883-11-03

for his money!
Possibly. The seem happy to-
gether.n
appearances you know. But IL
seems to me rather doubtful taste or
| Kenneth S part-singing that song
here. He regrets his stupidity il
leaving her, and well he may, for
she is a nlagnificent-looking wom-
am
The speakers moved on and John
Serle made his way to his wife's side,
with his first doubt OF her ranking
in his heart.
But he would not be hasty he
would wait for the proof positive
before speaking.
If his wife did not love him, how
he had been deceived by her smiling
eyes, the touch of her lips, and her
tender words Heaven pity him
If he had not the love of his fair
young wife, the wine of his exist
ence was gone.
Weeks went by, and the almost
imperceptible cloud between them
grew larger and thicker. He meas
ured every word and look. He i'm
agined that Cora grew graver, smil-
ed less brightly, and reused herself
with effort from fits of abstraction.
When he took his seat in the Sem
ate his wife accompanied him to
| Washington and week later Ken
meth followed.
In the meantime her husbands
constrained manner and suspicious
looks had seemed as cruel as death
to Cora, who could not understand
them.
Kenneth's persistent lowering
about, his reproachful looks, and
occasional reference to old times,
were excessively annoying to her;
but she made no mention of it,
dreading to provoke a scene between
her husband and this old lover of
hers.
She was too proud to enquire into
the meaning of her husbands cold
ness: and as the days went by, her
eyes lost their happy light, and the
red blood crimsoned her cheeks less
freqently.
One night, on returning home,
John Serle came suddenly upon
George Kenneth, pacing to and fro
before his house, watching the upper
windows which opened from his
wife's dressing-room.
All the doubt and jealousy of
long weeks eliminated then.
Serle caught Kenneth by the coat
collar, and raised the light walking
stick which he always carried.
"Yoa scoundreP' he said, and
then "a shower of blows fell over
Kenneth's shoulders.
With an oath he wrenched him
self free. His face was lived, his
eyes like Goals OF fire.
In an instant the barrel of a revolt
yer CLEANED in the moonlight ; there
was sharp report, Il groan, the dull
thud Of body on the pavement,
and George Kenneth had disappear
ed down a narrow court, never
again to be seen by friend or ac-
quaiDtance in America.
There was q tread of hurrying feet
a gathering crowd about the pros
trate figure of the Senator, one star.
tied sobbing cry from the young wife
as they bore him in, then quiet and
order, the well trained servants
obeying all the low commands of
their young mistress promptly, while
she, white as death, stood over that
dreadful form, assisting the surgeon
calmly and skilfully, and waiting
with a heart of lead for his verdict.
When John Serle looked consci-
ously about him, after a long, dam
gerous Illness resulting from his
wound, his eyes met those of his
wife, haggard with long nights of
anxious vigil.
She smiled, her OLD, sweet, loving
smile, and kissed his forehead.
"You are better, DEAR" she said.
He closed his eyes over a rush of
tears.
She loved HINT mnst ba an I