Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1883-09-06
WOODBURY., N. j., THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER G. 1899

his feelings in such expressions as
i" "Pshaw r. absurd r. "What on
earth I"
Then, acting on a sudden impulse,
he sat down by Daisy's little writing
table. placed sheet of paper ready,
and took up pen. For some minutes
he chewed the end of the penholder,
with his eyes, half-closed, fixed upon
the paper. But at last, abandoning
the idea of writing, he rose and rang
the bell.
"Your mistress has gone out for a
few days." he told Jones, when she ap-
peared; .let me know when dinner is
ready. You must manage as well as
you can till she comes back"
y y = Y
A week after this, on a gloomy
foggy afternoon, Justin Lester sat in
his studio, his legs extended before
him, his hands thrust deeply into the
pockets of his brown velveteen coat.
He sighed, which was not habit of
his, and gnawed the ends of his black
mustache.
Il thought silence would bring her
to her Senses" he said to himself,
"but here are seven days gone, and no
Daisy. Pah I'm sick of It'll 1
shall have to fetch her back. 1
can't stand this sort of thing
any longer. Let's see if a smoke will
do me good. I feel as low and out of
sorts as can bel"
He said it with kind of astonish-
ment at his own depression, and filled
and lit indolently a small, inelegant
black pipe.
He was again lounging back in his
seat, the curling wreaths of smoke
floating up to the discolored ceiling,
when a draught of cool air made him
look round.
The door had opened to admit his
wife, who stood there, her slender
figure relieved by the dark folds of the
curtain that fell ben;salda ib,; I'D her, her fair
face flushing and paling with agita-
tion.
Justin gathered up his legs, and
rose, laying aside his pipe with instinct
i've politeness. He made, however, no
movement to greet her.
There was a dead silence. at last
Daisy nervously took off her hat, and
unfastened her cloak so that it fell
from her shoulders.
=" l have forgiven you, Justinl'' she
said, gently and TREMENDOUSLY, with the
tears rising to her eyes, as she al
vanced little nearer.
"Thank your he said, dryly. "That
is kind
The sarcastic tone took immediate
effect. Her eyes flashed, and she drew
herself up.
"Why do you look at me as if I
were in fault" she asked, Indignantly.
DO you think am such a poor, weak
little thing that would put up with
anything? | am weak enough as it
is to come back without SO much as
word from you"
Her husband looked at her coldly.
"What do you expect? Look here,
Daisy. You have put me to great in
convenience by this foolish proceeding,
to say the least of it. Why did you
go?"
"You know why" she answered,
passionately.
BE SO good as to suppose that
don't, and tell me-"
II came to the studio that after
noon" said Daisy, and the blood rushed
to her face at the recollection.
"For heavens sake, speak outI" he
said, impatiently.
Daisy burst into tears.
az never thought you could be so
cruel, Justin? How can you torture
me SOP"
Justin was really angry. His color
rose, and he bit his under lip savagely.
Listen to msl" he said, after
pause. II have never, to my knowl
edge, since we were married, done or
said anything that should be ashamed
for you to know. Before"
"Ohl hush, Justin; how can you
1 think" said the poor girl, with a
trembling voice, that had better go
back
81 think you had" was his stern
reply.
She turned from him, took up her
hat and cloak, and moved toward the
door. With three strides her husband
was at her side.
Cant you believe me, ehild?" and
he laid his hand on her shoulder.
81 wish 1 could r. she sobbed; "but
I saw you, Justin-you and her.
"Her p
"The model. But will forget all
about it, Justin, if you will only be
kind to me again
She was sobbing and crying so hys-
terically that he took her in his arm,
and petted her like the child she
seemed.
"There, thereI Come, Daisy, this
won't do. was too harsh p