Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-12-03

| TO mo in entertaining my guests, but
think prefer you should 60 so far, at
least as have interest in the matter. y
"lt is to assure myself of the extent
of that interest that have hroughtryou
here tonight. With warm etigofness
IN his voice, and drawing his chair close
to hers' 81 feel that You love ME,
Isabel" ,r e. b. Sea- al
Astonishment and Indignation for
| few seconds sealed his companion lips,
then. .a.t ,.....
GLOW dare you insult me by such
wordsP" she broke forth. "IIow dare
you address such language to MOP"
II dare upon the right my lovo and
your permission Of it give no said,
calmly. .H... 3
IL deny. your right either to insult or
love mi" Isabel said, Indignantly, as
tears of modification sprang 70 her
eyes,
why have you allowed me to visit
you for six months, dailyP You can not
afford much indignation IL have IN s.
understood you. Pcrcam would see the
ridiculous side of it, you know"
"Pcreamp"
-"Have you supposed Pcream had its
eyes shutpn he asked, angrly. "But,
pshaw! it's rid culous If you pretend not
to know that our names are together
in every mouth in the town. The fact
that no letters have come recently with
an Elko postmark has added to the i'll
tercst."
Isabel stood silent. Her power of
speech seemed to have forsaken her. At
length she said, in a strange, unnatural
tone:
''Do You really mean itpn / should
least have expected this from you, Rob
ert Stanope,' she exclaimed, turning
suddenly toward him.
why from meP", the young man said
quickly, "Do / not love youp Was
for me to dictate the proprieties to Mrs.
Stuart?" he said, mockingly. "Oh, Is
abel, why did l give you upPn his tone
suddenly changed to pleading one.
II feel scnseless with agony in the
thought of parting from you. How can
go? You cared for me once. You do
II despise your' she burst forth in
have descended since you dare to adj
dress me thus. Perhaps | owe this 70
some of Peream's scandal loving
tongues. 1t may be that to them, too,
! owe the loss of my one chief Joy, my
husbands letters. 1t is true no longer
receive them. 1 may never see him
again. can not tel how far the poison
is buried, but / can tell you that John
Stuart, though dead to ME pcrhaps, has
all the love of his wife's individual
heart. a,v asss .. gsA b.
AS Mrs. Stuart said goodbye to her
guests, that evening she announced, in
an incidental, careless fashion, that she
was saying goodbye for longer space
than usual; she would start the next
day-but one for Nevada. She was tired
OF her widowhood, and since her hus-
band had not come to her she hadlre-
solved to 90 to him. Day was break
ing in the east when the last carriage
rolled away, and Isabel, feeling heavy
of heart yet firm in her new resolve,
paused for moment over the dying
hall fire before beginning her busy day
of preparation.
Suddenly n deep, strange, yet famili-
lar voice broke the stiffness, Nhd pair
of strong arms, were around her, as
their owner said:
"Thank God, Tcan at, last claim my
wife. i reached Pereamy yesterday. |
could not endure it longor without see
ing you, yet should have gone back un-
discovered but for your sweet confession
in the conservatory last, night-my, dar-
ling. 4 How can / bear the delight Of
feeling that my wife really loves me!
My little grass-widow, who peyerlshall
be one any more. Isabel, have
you word of greeting for-me? And
will Won forpiye me for eaypsdrOpDin up