Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1885-09-18
Volume mo. IA.

side. He was dying.
just the same as ever-strange,
abrupt, half crazed. He took Roberts
hand without noticing me, and stared
into his eyes.
"I'ye brought you pain and sorrow,
haven'tI? All, that's nothingl You
have brought me down to death. I
loved that woman-loved her. All,
Heaven, that doesn't express it! | be-
came villain for her sake. [ liked
you, Robert. / meant to make you
partner some day. kate turning
suddenly towards me, "you know |
took the notes out Of the safe. No
matter I've made amends. Pm dying,
and Robert Dene is my heir
Itwas true. We renamed with him
till the last. In the cold, quiet morn
ing ne Was cold and quiet, too-at
rest.
"You may marry her very soon,'' he
said in dying, ''but not while live"
Poor George Redfern! He loved
NE we'll. wetted the spring daises
on his grave before | took the freedom
that his death had given. After that
| laid sorrow by and married Robert
Dene
He was rich now, and his mother to
this day believes it was lovers quar-
rel that kept us apart so long. Better
so, for thus the memory of the man
who sought to blast our loves, and
lost his own, is spared And we can
spare him in his grave, and pity, too.
For my life's romance had a bliss
full ending, and | am happy woman
after all.
She Was Good Wife.
Jones was we'll aware that his wife
was in the habit of rifling his pockets
when he was asleep, bnt, like wise
man, he kept silence on the subject,
One night, however, he awoke and
caught her IN the act.
"Hav' he exclaimed, "what are you
doing, my dear ~
The lady started, her cheeks flush
ed, the pantaloons dropped from her
grasp, and she was about to make a
full confession when bright idea en-
tered her head. Recovering her COM
posure she said:
Il was looking to see whether your
pantaloons needed any buttons"
"They do, they do, my DEAR he ex-
claimed, springing from bed, ''needed
'em for weeks. months, and | wonder
ed why you diaE't sew 'em on but |
waited, for | was su q you would get
to it some time. Ana how kind of
you to get out of bed at It's time of
night to attend to 'em. Say wEat you
will, there's nothing in the world lIs,,
good wife. Let me turn up the gas
little, SOS you'll have all the ght
you want in sewing 'em on. Got your
needle and thread and the buttons?
No? Well, tell me where they are and
I'll get them for You"
Mrs. Jones proceeded to sew on the
buttons, while her husband sat on the
side of the bed and encouraged her
with words of praise for his comfort,
occasionally remarking that 60 where
he would he would always say there
was nothing in the world like good
wife.
Then he went to the wardrobe and
brought out several pairs Of trousers,
coat, two or three old vests and
number of shirts, from all of which
buttons were missing, and cheerlly OBJ.
served:
"Whle we're at it We'll make
night Of it,
Two hours latter, when Mrs. Jones,
with weary sigh, removed the thim-
BILE from her finger, Mr.. Jones patted
her on the cheek and said:
81 say it again, my dear, say it "a
gain, that wherever 60 | will make
it known, proclaim it from the house
tops, shout it in highways and by
ways that wife who gets up in the
middle of the night to sew buttons on
her husbands clothes is priceless
treasure, crown to that husband and
an ornament to her sex.
Then Mr.. Jones, chuckling to him
self, lay calmly down and slept the
sleep of the just Detroit Free Press.