The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-08-01

His h6;ses, and his home, anl
ibis wife, Were always placed al
sartofis' disposal, and before biz
very eyes Che two lived their life.
People saS and remarked upor
it.
Regple said Egerton was asBlinC
as . 6et not 70 see the desperate
Aihation going on under his nose.
But, as usually is the case, ne
word Of town.talk came to his ears
the injured husband or deserted
wife generally remains longest in
actual ignorance.
And then, as if the furies haC
added their choicest benson upon
sartoris and Marguerite, it so hap
pened about this time That Mr.. Eg.
erton was obliged to be absent
from home several weeks.
And thenl
After he had gone, Marguerite
suffered awfully in her conscience
that, faithful and true, had strdg.
g!ed up from its prosiratiopJ and
renewed its good word.
But sartoris had no sucK onward
monito and because hiiiptluence
oyer Marguerite was the Strongest
that hatl ever been pylced upon
herr it was liqrdly a netter of sur.
prise that, FhSn u his sweetest
and most petsugsiSe way he urged
with hef th <their only hope Of
happiness las in her giving her
home, her husband, up, and going
with lim
fer aflittle, Marguerite con
scented
Andlft her home, her beautiful
home, sd,ile the man WIDOWED
her was hway, loving and trusting
her witHall his great good heart.
Well, lhe was wicked, but don't
judge hef too harshly.
Had sic been wholly depraved,
her conscience never would have
given hsr such ruthless twinges,
and neysr, in the very midst other
fairest deans of bliss, was there u
momentwhcn she was not in NOR
tai fear and terror Of the God she
had thus dared, by her sin,
Then, Egerton came home, to
learn all about it.
Did he hate her?
Did he wish her evil, or burn for
revenge upon her for the wreck
and ruin she had worked in his
life?
Perhaps You may not believe it,
but that night when he reached
home and sat down alone, he laid
his hqad on the arm of his chair
and cried like a child, not for
shame, not for anger, but because
he loved her so.
And if Marguerite had come 10
his door just then he would snatch.
ed her in his arms, and begged her
to be merciful to him.
II wat a terrible experience for
him-out in the world, and alone
in his empty house; but the weeks
passed away somehow, as they will
pass whether one suffers, or enjoys,
and the months rolled up iuto
years-three of them-just one
year more than he had enjoyed
with the woman he loved SO well.
Three years!
Ho had got into the new groove
by this time, and had learned to
live his life without her, when one
stormy, sobbing November night,
she came to the door and rung,
and was shown in, so mufiled in
her wells and wraps that the ser,
want did no recognize her.
Not a pulse of his heart quicken.
cd as he saw who she was.
He arose, and handed her a chair,
"You are not angry, then,
enough to cast me out of your
house2"
She threw aside her veil as she
spoke, in her sweet, pathetic voice,
that had once been the most en-.
chanting music to him.
81 do not know why l should
cast you out
u nm not in the habit of turn
ing chance Comers from my doors,
u presume you wish to sec me
or you would not have taken the
trouble to call"
Robert, Robertl0 she cried out
agonisipgly, 81 would rather have
you strike me than speak to M,
like That.
"Tcll me you despiso me, hat,
me, sCorn me as | deserve, Us | d