The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-05
DOLLINGER'S FATE.
A Man Whose Terror was Mocked by the Howiing Wind.

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 When Gilnllen Dollinger, justice of the peace, arrived a: home. one dark and stormy night. and found his old wife in tears. he spoke sharply of women always standing round crying while a man is needing something 10 eat.' The sigh, oi tears was no, unusual with old Dollinger. Along an uneven path way, with no song of bird, and with no sound gentler than the tones of com mand. Hester Dollinger had followed her husband. For years he had been justice of the peace. His decisions were regarded as models, and were rarely re- versed by the his her courts. The justice which he kne~. he always Jeff in his office. He never tosk any of it home with him. He vas cruelty severe in his religious belief, CT rather in his religious pre:eIse for a man so incapable of being moved by the tears of woman, can not live overmuch in the purity and tender ness of ,ha, faith, born in a manager and watched by bright star The children that had been born unto the ill-wedded couple were dead. Three times had the tears of the wife been enclosed in the coffin 4 daughter had Jeff a little child-a bright boy. This child, the only being that Hester could love. lived with the grandparents.
 Whats ailing you tonight: de- manded the justice of the peace. " Think I've come all the way home to hear whimpering:"
 Gilnllen, do not know what is the matter she replied, wiping her eyes, and lighting the lamp preparatory 10 con- duc,ing her husband to the dining-room. Fl get low-spirited sometimes and can't help it.'
 Sometimes. All the time you mean. Why don, you be like other women, I'd like to know
 "Why don't you be like other men ?' setting the lamp on the table, and pro- ceeding to uncover the dishes.
 "O,her men. the devii-Lord forgive me for the expression. If I hadn't been as patient as lob, never could have lived with you. Didn't you bake bread to-dayT'
 No, it wouldn't rise
 Turned sour, suppose If you'd swee,en your temper little and give the yeast chance
 Gilillen, tor the Lords sake, don't make me feel worse than do. l am not well.r
 "Of course not. Do you know what fact? Ever since Nanette died of con- sumption you have been holding out in- ducements to the disease. Las; night you complained of pain in your lungs Keep on you'll get there after awhile. v "You ought to be ashamed of your self to talk to me this way. Ican'i help it if am growing weaker every day.
 "Grea, Lord," nerycusly showing back his chair, when are we going to have any peaceT
 "l cannot answer for you, Cllhlien, but shall have peace when I am desd-'
 What. Do you mean to say that I won't have peace when die: Sit up here with your hands folded and send me to torment, eh. I never expected that from one who professes to be chris I tian.-
 aOh, do not misjudge me did not mean that you would have no peace afses death, but that you might have it before death, boon which shzli never en- joy
 No, that's not it. You are not safis- fed with making me miserable in this world, but want to pcrsue me, or rather forestali me, into the world to come. Where's Jaek"
 1Here I am, grsn'pa," exclaimed q voice in an adjoining room. May ges up and have something to eas!" No, lie ssill-'
 @But if l don't eas, may l get up: I have slept such long time' No, tell you AI want to see gran'mz-" She doesn't want to see you,- said the justice of the peace "Ye4 she does- Don't you, sran'ma 9- aCrandma always wants to see you, honey. but you must ke still nov.,'