Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-03-27

always make myself ~ smart and fin
and fascinating - Will might like me
l still have some sense Of the beoominI
subscriptions, and certainly shall no
read what was intended for him alone
He will read IL to me himself when h,
comes"
Humph you will see," Aun
Marcia shifted skeptically and with
vast meaning.
Whatever that incredulous personaR,
meant to imply, certainly Will Siblsy
was reticient about the missive. Ii,
glanced over II, meditated a moment
deposited 1t In his wallet, and presently
left the house.
And you never asked him a singl,
question:" Aunt Marcia commented
with herslaty eyes fxed disApprovingly
upon the unfamiliarly serious face O
poor little Dot. "Now l should never
have let him 90 like that. And he 1,
going straight across 70 the sty list
cottage on the hill-the queerly gables
little cottage which was built for =
handsome young widow woman VIII
was in the city sumee here. He ha,
been there often afoIe, yCu may believe
and now / just warrant she broG ght n.
mysterious note Leiseif and her invir-
ing him there account t'r things, as
you may begin TO suppose And there
he goes straight up The path andstraight
through the big glass doors ofthe grand
porch" she added, as she perked her
primly capped head through. the fieecy
net curtains Of convenient window.
Poor. dot could hear no more. The
day which had begun In q dull and
dismal presaging calm was ending In a
tempest of passion and pain. The be.
ginning had been her own peevish
complainings then the impatient re.
Dukes Of her provoked Young husband
had troubled her the singular errand
of the elegant stranger had somehow
nettled her the unexplained missive
had seemed like an afiront to her, and
the reticence OF her husband an injury I;
his alacpty to comply with the niys-
terious something required or desired
had aroused suddenly poignant
jealousy; and through all, like the
croakings Of bird OF evil, we're the
inuendoes and officious
Marcia, whose presence was becoming
senses of the foolish little
wife.
Poor Dot could bear no more. With
a. faint and choking cry she flung the
mending to tie floor, and
ushed from the room.
Her limbs trembled, her heart was
like ice, her brain WAS like fire. She
was half i'll with the unending house.
hold tasks which she bad perhaps
n6edlessly imposed upoI her delicate
\ nd s,.l snsn pa1f 1ts1rv <.S
1er own errors and imperfections as
'ailed her, she was goaded by those
,ternal croakings she was half frenzled
~ the awful and unreasoning jealousy
Which crept over her like a tcorching
iood and bore her-she rocked not
She was possessed only Of an insane
impulse to rush away TO the cottage on
he hill, to there confront them-her
husband and the too charming woman
who she deemed had come between her
md the dear love without which her
ife must be deeolate and unvalued for
ever-more.
The winter wind whistled about her
air, uncovered head an she FASTENED
inward an occasional feathery white
NOW fake fitted before her hot, unsee-
ng eyes the soft, pale dusk envelopetl
he untidy flying shape In tender
laze, but she neither pausedI nor
needed.
And presently sheigained the quserly
and, in the shadow of an
column, she stopped withher
ieathly face closely against crystal
pane OF the long and low French win.
low.
uU;tb;n man m ata,apt a m - -, ant
bright with potted flowers, and splend-
i'd with pictures and gliding, and snowy
with fantastic trinkets and rich tapes.
i've of dim figures, but Dot was only
conscious of the propinQuity OF those
two upon whom her flaming gaze was
fixed.
In another moment she had thrust
apart the easements and was before
them.
What next occurred poor Dot could
never distinctly recollect. She knew she
uttered some wild, unreasoning and In
coherent spse CHI, aud then her trembling
limbs yielded weakly beneath her |;
seemed to snap asunder in
her whirling brain, and then all was
blank and black before her sight.
When she regained consciousness she
was still in the elegant apartment the
potted flowers were still blooming be-
side the ornate French windows, the rich
shadow Of the splendid tapestries were
about the dainty couch where she was
lying strengthens as q broken lily. And
outside the sun was shining as sweetly
and serenely as If the beautiful, sad,
old world were still glad fresh Eden,
unprofaned by human follies and human
errors.
What has happened to me, Will ?"
she questioned as she noted the dear,
anxious face 40 near her own.
For q moment he WAS silent she
looked so trail and utterly strengthless
in her unearthly pallor and with her
thin hands helplessly folded on her
bosom, he doubted that even pleasing
emotion would be well for her.
"You have been very Ill, my precious
one," he at length said in cautiously
subdued voice and with an effort tO
speak cheerily. Sand have banished
our officious Aunt Marcia. She is pro.
hibited the hospitality of our home
this house which is now yours and mine,
Dottie "
"But do not understand-I cannot
remember, said the pretty GONZALES
cent.
"My dear love, do Lot try to remem.
Der, "he returned, al he fondly kissed
the questioning lips. " had arranged to
buy the place, and the transfer of deeds
had Just been effected here in this very
apartment thatunhappy night when yor
came here already delirious with thu
pitiless fever which 80 nearly robbed
me of the little wife who is dearer te
me than life itself. My dear love, do no
try to remember. .
But she did remember now-sh'
would never live to forget. And will
her fair head nestled against his eve
loyal heart. she made sundry commend