Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1886-01-01
Married for Money.
BY q .yDs RAYMOND.

hope yoA can manage TO come
homo early tonight, warreni We have
no engagements whatever, for wonder,
and III should so much enjoy = quiet
evening with you all alone once
more"
Estcile Hazleton-scarcely oae year q
wife-makes this request heeitatingiy,
almost timidly, tinklipg her spoon ner-
vousiy against the edge OF a fragile Sevres
coffee cup as her dark eyes glanced per-
suasively at her husband across the
damask and oliver OF dainty breakfast
tabls
" Should you, my cear2" lifting bis
,eyes carelestly from an absorbed persual
OF his morning paper {" Well, I'll try
not to disappbint you n can help IT,"
Estelle's anxious, appealing face brigh-
tens beautifully.
We have not half learned those new
songs, you SNOW, she goes on quickly;
I've will practice them. Aud oh,
Warrenr'- dark cheeks flushing with
eager iDtardst--"I purchased such q
cha. ming book yesterdsy-iust out
which i have scarcely looked into be-
cause preferred to walt until we could
read II together"
| '' You foolish girl! TO deprive yourself
OF q certain pleasure for such an uucer
tain one" Ne says..vith light laugh, as
he lays his paper upon the table and raises
to go downtown to bis office. But
don't look Tor me 100 strongly, Esielle.
for may he detained after all, and
shouldn't like sou TO spoil those pretty
eyes grievidg over disappointed hopes"
He accompanied these words, which,
ito Estelle sensitive ear are tinged with q
suspicion Of unconscious mockery, with .
smiling, kindly glance.
Butbe does NOT come around to her
side to offer 3 parting caress leo, sitting q
lpatient sight, she rises and follows him
into the hall, saying as she affectiopately
assists him TO don his oyercoat
{" Please don't disappolnt me, Warren.
shall save my new book until you can
read it 20 me "
"Aii right" he answers, with q care
lees laugh,
And Shopping, be leaves q light, in-
different hiss upon her cheek, saying:
" Wei. good bye, dear" in very cool,
unlover. like way and then hastily escapes
from the enforced tenderness Of the little
domestic scene 70 which he has, as usual,
dutifully, though rather impatiently,
Submitted.
Esteile stands in the doorway and
watches him run lightly and only too
Willingly dom the broad marble
steps.
Then she turns back to the pretty
breakfast room, scarcely able to repress
the hot tears that come rushing 10 her
i eyes.
:" How little he cares for mcv' she
thinks with swelling heart.
And for q time she PAGES up and down
the fioof, her slippered feet sinking deep
into the rice pile of the velvet carpet,
Trying as she has often tried before-to
still the m'serable aching OF her heart
at the remembrance OF her husbands
lindihertnee.
She nlakesa lovely picture in the bronze
IplGsh morning robe that clipgs in grace
ful folds 70 her perfect figure and brings
out all the warm, Southern tints Of hei
dusty lace. Yet, though she wears ex-
quisife toilets 70 please his eye, and takes
pride III making herself beautiful for hi
sake, Of what use is II all? eimply,'li
labor lpst."
Warren Hazleton often hears the mos,
enth usAastic praises Of his wife's beauty
IRON other lips. He alone seems blind &
It's power. And In the midst Of wealth
and luxury-the glitter Of crystal and
stiver, the richness Of velvet furnishings
ami the scent OF flowers and music o.
s1eet-voiced birds-there is nothing In ali
] the splendor which surrounds her thai
can satisfy her dekolatc heart--she is an
unlovk I'd wife.
Married for my money" 10 the
thought which she has grown used tc
thinking long ago
But she has patiently tried to crush
down her terrible disappointment, and
win her husbands affection through her
Town. She knows he does not love her
In thousand ways her subtle instinct
has taught her that bitter truth, Kind
though he has tried TO be--yet never until
this hour has the thought come home 70
her that another woman may stand be-
tween them.
Then-she cannot tell why-comes the
lsudqen vivid Remembrance Of face seen
but moment ON her wedding day; the
lace of beautiful stranger, whose mock.
ing blue eyes had seemed TO flash smile
Oh defiance into hers as she turned from
the altar, leaning on her husbands
Iarm
Again Estelle sees, I'm memory. the
brofze gold hair, the defiant ewes OF
turquois-blue, the scarlet lips and mock.
Ing smile. Again the recalls the vague
kieeiing OF wonder that thrilled her hsart
I9r an instant as she fancied-was Il only
ianeyY she askes herself nov-that her
husbands arm trembled against her
OWE as they passed closed by the beauti.
inl stranger, leaving the crowded church.
Why does 1t all come back to her now
pain?
{" Merci'ul Heavenp' she gasps, as she
sinks, white and trembling, into the
nearest chais. " Can It be that she Is my
A feeling of despair steals over her.
what shall she do? For the first time.
pride and passion threaten to conquer the
brave patient faith with which abe has
resolved to win her husbands heart.
She waits feverishly for his coming In
the evening, half determined to tell him
all doubts and sorrows, and de-
| mand the whole truth from his
lips And after that-well, she viii
| trust to fate TO point out the course
which she must pursue.
But warren does not keep his promise.
Ina rich and tasteful boudoir, In a distant
pirt OF the city, he Is seated, CHANGING
Iimpatiently toward the curtained arch
with q light of expectaney IN his hand
some face which Estelle, with all her
love and beauty, had never brought
there
Soon the pottiefe was lifted and a
woman stepped into the room, blonde
and beautiful-the self came woman.
indeed, whose face Estelle has recalled
with such q strange premonition of
evil.
l Warren fancies that her greeting is not
OBJ cordial as usual, that there 10 some
! thing cold and unnatural In her manner.