Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1886-11-03

breaking hearts. Albert Brantner had
long since forgiven the woman who had
wronged him and herself. He was now
content to only exist, with no lofty
ambition for the future. Had he been
less strong he would have plunged into
a course of dissipation which might
have temporarily drowned the heart,
ache, but would have bred canket
which would have eaten his heart away.
He lost heart, and in years time be-
came silent, moody man, prematurely
grown old; society lost him. He res
tanned his honor, but that intellect
which once bid fair TO become brilliant
was dilled and dwarfed by the blow'it
received.
His sufferings could not have surpass-
sed those Of the foolish girl who sacri-
feed herself to become Lady. Her
husband at once took charge of her
marriage portion. They went on a
bridal tour to Europe, where Lillian
was to meet with her great disappoint-
ment. She was not taken into that
brilliant society of mobiles and gay
ladies. Instead of entering the gilded
courts of Queens, she was taken to an,
obscure, even mean, house to live. Sir
Thomas did occasionally 90 into that
brilliant society of Lords, and noble
ladies. Instead of taking his.plebeian:
wife, she was left at home. She endur-
cd this slight until she was no longer
able 10 bear it. Her husband neglect
increased. He dressed superbly, and
usually spent his time at his club or in
strolling about the avenues and parks,
his wife seldom in his company. His
Lordship was sometimes absent for
days, and when he did return his feat
ures bore strong evidenced Of dissipation.
He even grew insulting to her. One
day when he announced his intention
of going to the reception Of a noble
man, ahe could remain silentno Ion GER,
and demanded to be taken herself.
Take you," said his Lordship, with
sheer. "You associate with noble
bloodr'
Gam 1 not your wifep" she asked.
Yes" he answered, with Q brutal
oath, "but you must bear it in mind
that if you are my wife, you are not my
equal, nor the equal of any of the no.
bility. Were you and your parents SO
foolish as to think that simply marrying
me would admit you to the best London
socictyP-that you could be permitted
to dance at the Queens balls and
attend to her private drawing-room re-
ceptions and dinners? Such an unheard
of thing can not be permitted, and the
sooner you get it out Of your head the
better"
"Oh, Heaven, help meH she groan.
ed, sinking in n chair and burying her
face in her hands. She now realized
just what it was to be the wife Of an
English Lord. The gilded dream had
passed away. Ostracised from society
and practically abandoned by her hus.
band, her beauty wasted away. Al
twenty-five her hair was growing white.
She was in reality deserted by hei
husband. The handsome dover from
her father was consumed by his Lord
ship in riotous living. She even saw
him playing the gallant to other ladies,
ignoring the presence of his own wife.
Sometimes she was really in
want of the necessaries of life.
Sir Thomas was appealed To
again and again, but he became sc
brutal that when she tried to force her.
self into society, he threatened to have
her removed by the police.
After eight years of this miserable life
she received legal notice that bill Of
divorce had been filed against her by
Sir Thomas Norville. She made no de-
Tense, but wrote full particulars to hel
father. He sent her money to come
home, and the next day after receiving
it she sailed for America.
There is now in New York sad,
lonely man, whose youth was so full o,
promise, but whose lamp of ambitious
Light early went out; and sad, white
haired woman, once the rcigning belle,
but long since forgotten by her giddy
associates; both disappointed and mis-.
cradle. Two promising lives blighted
by an ambitious girl marrying Lord
John Il. MuStcE.