The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-13

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, tie
wine of his existence was gone.
Weeks went by, and the almost i'm
perceptible cloud between them grew
larger and thicker. He measured ev-
cry word and look. He imagined that
Cora grew graver, smiled less brightly,
and reused herself with effort from fits
of abstraction.
When he took his seat in the Senate
his wife accompanied him to Washing
ton and week later Kenneth followed.
IN the meantime her husbands con-
strained 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
references to old times, were excessive-
ly 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 s coldness; and
as the days went by, her eyes lost their
happy light, and the red blood GRIM
soned her cheeks less frequently.
One night, on returning home, John
Serle came suddenly upon George Ken
meth, pacing to and fro before his house,
watching the upper windows which
opened from his wife's dressing-room.
All the doubt and jealousyso of long
weeks eliminated then. >9I\A4
Serle caught Kenneth by the coat-col-
lar, and raised the light walking-stick
which he always carried.
''You scoundrel" he said, and then q
shower of blows fell over Kenneth's
shoulders.
With an oath he wrenched himself
free. His face was 1ivid, his eyes like
Goals of fire. s.sss
In an instant the barrel of revolver
CLEANED in the moonlight; there was a
sharp report, groan, The dull thud of
a body on the pavement, and George
Kenneth had disappeared down g mar
row court, never again to be seen by
friend or acquaintance in America.
There was tread of hurrying feet, q
gathering crowd about the PROSTATE fig
ure of the Senator, one startled sobbing
cry from the young wife as they bore
him in. then quiet and order, the we'll
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 skiifully, and
waiting with heart of lead for his YER
dict
When John Serle looked consciously
about him, after a long, dangerous ILL
ness 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 rush of tears.
She loved him-it must be SO! There
was no falsehood in those sweet weary
eyes-weary with their faithful watch
over him.
When he grew stronger, he did what
he should have done at the very first;
ne told her all that had been troubling
him, and begged for her confidence.
And she gave it freely.
She had never told him of that old af-
fair with George Kenneth, because of a
shrinking sense of modification that he
should have deceived her.
| She sobbed out the story of her un-
happiness of the past few months, and
Kenneth's dastardly persecution of her,
and John Serle took her close in his
arms with a solemn sense of thanks
giving and determination to never
again doubt the truth, and the love, and
the honor of his wife's heart.