The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-10-05
THE WIFE's STORY.
From the waverly Magazine.

newspapers have any idea ofthe thought
the toll, with which these creations ofthe
brain are wrought out? l never had be-
fore I became Johns wife.
What could John Everett have aDer
to admire in me?" I have often since
asked myself. Bnt he did love me truly
and after my childish fashion l loved
him.
"John, the Morgans and Miss White
are going to Saratoga for q month-can't
l 60 too?"
Myhusband lookedup fro m his papers
"To Saratoga, Belle? 1 thought we had
concluded to spend such a quiet sum.
mel together here?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"It's SO awtully stupid here, all by our
Selves" said l, 'like a modern edition O.
Darby and JOAN"
"But Darby and Joan enjoyed them
selves, l suppose?"
"They must have found it horribly
wearisome after a while, love. John
don't be sentimental! Let us go to Sar-
atoga."
do you really wish it 70 much, my
little wife?" he asked gravely, fixing hi
large, serious eyes on my face.
"Of course | dol"
Then we will 60"
l clapped my hands in a gleeful sort o,
way and ran off to send a note to my
l ran back to Johns study.
"How much money are you going tc
give me for dresses and things?"
"Dresses and things?"he repeated, in
some surprize. why, it isn't six
months since you had your wedding
outfit"
THAT'S just a mans reasoning. AS i
I hadn't worn every M of my dresses
at least half dozen times. l woulc
rather stay at home than 60 like {
dowdy."
A panied look came over Johns pale
Intellectual face.
GLOW much money do you want?"
II could make a hundred and fifty
dollars do, | suppose"
He drew his check-hook out of his
desk and filed out the slip of paper.
There" said he, II don't ask you t.
be saving of this, tor l am sure you will
be that at any event. We are not rich
dear"
II know, I know" retorted hurry
ing away, not over-pleased with my hus.
bands last words. 1t was scarcely three
days after having this conversation that
John found me crying in my room.
"Belle! crying?" he exclaimed in sur.
prise. II thought you perfectly
happy at tine prospect of a month at
Saratoga!"
II can't help il" I sobbed. 81 know
Its very ridiculous, but it's only because
of Aunt Whites diamond cross. My lit
tie one looks 30 cheap, by the side O.
hers"
"But Belle, a poor authors wife
can't expect to wear diamonds"
Eyes, | know; and that's exactly what
/ am crying about"
He looked at me with troubled eyes,
and then left the room.
"Belle," said Lulu Elwell, my hus-
bands cousin, who CHANGED to be ST.
ting with me, you have hurt John
deeply" eff you are 30 very consider
ate of John it's a pity you hadn't mar.
ried him yourself. l won't be lectured,'
l retorted pettishly.
Luln recoiled as if something had
stung her.
"That is neither logical nor generous,
Belle" she said; and rising she went
quickly away.
The next day she started for Saratoga
but at the last moment John changed
his mind and concluded to stay at home
II have some work tn It ought to b.
finished, and l dare say you will enjoy
it just as we'll in the com pany of the
Morgans and Miss White"
l pouted a little
"Of course you c, II do as you please
but after all my preparations | shall
most certainly 60" said /.
He bent his face to mine.
"Do not let us part in unkindness,
dearest" he whispered.
| turned my head away.
"Good-by," said l lightly, and we
separated.
Saratoga was very gay that season
and for the first few days all was a whir
of happy excitement very %congenial tc
my gidl y brain. Sometimes, as l though
of John all alone in the study al home a
little thrill of inconsistencies came ovel
me; but 1 was just al the age to EMO,
every passing incident and every revolv
ing day, until old Mrs. Stanton came
with trunks innumerable.
ooh" said she, regarding me through
her eye glass ''that is the wife ofthe hand
some young author, isn't it,"
Yes. it is, Mrs. Stanton" / said, with
a flush of wifely pride.
He ls in town, isn't he?" said Mrs
Stanton, maliciously.
HE still remains in" I answered
indifferently.
$50 does his cousin Lulu Elwell, dom
she?" the old oma went on.
Really" | answered, trying tc
speak as lightly as possible, ri am moi
n mn M @f n, Ll,--111- IL.
summer"
ooh. indeed! Well, young lady. ]
don't wish tie be a prophet of evil, bur
young husbands too much to the mercy
of their old sweethearts. Ha, ha, ha!'
laughed the old wretch, as she turned
away.
pretended to take no notice of he,
malicious insinuation, but they sank into
my heart, nevertheless, lik poisoned ar.
rows. Saratoga lost all it's attractions
for me. There was a ..nasked ball the
next evening. but / countermanded the
order for my dress. and astonished An.
ME White by declining to take part in q
picnic to the lake.
why, Belle, what ails your" de.
manded Annie.
Nothing except that I am homesick
and want to go o."
Oh" said Annie, with a meaning
laugh; "those husbands are terrible
magnets. I'm glad I'm not married"
How glad 1 was when at last she lef
me TO myself, free to examine the mys
teries OF my heart! / could not believe
it. John false and tickle? John sun.
ming himself in the light of his old loye'i
smiles while l was away? And vet how
strongly all the circumstances seem te
point to it! l flung my things into my
trunk with reckless haste, determined
to return home at once and accuse Johr
of his wickedness.
Again and again as the train flew owe
the rails rehearsed to myself the scoyn