Iron County register., 1888-03-29

the woman becomes dominant, she remem-
bers her bonnet and makes hasty ascent
to her chamber. What sight greets her
eye when she looks upon the bed. Only
the pen that described the rape of the lock
could do justice to the spectacle Beau,
who has been licking the wet feathers from
his silky hair, beats cautious retreat
He may be conscience-stricken; he GER
tainly is afraid that something will hurt his
feelings, so he wisely removes that delicate
possession to a place of safety. But the
pangs his mistress feels are too great to be
relieved by anger or appeased by venge-
ance. She realizes that to-morrow's joust
of fashion is not for her. There lies her
magic helm (without which all is uselessl
quite shattered. The cloudy heaven of her
face betokens squall; her bosom billows
stormily; the sobs come in windy gusts
then, down comes the rain! and Mrs. Mars
den sinks into the embrace of--her cozy
chair. All! Mrs Be.don, smarting under
your SO recent defeat over the Easter deco
rations, what balm for your wounds is here,
if only you could know it
Mrs Marsden is not permitted to indulge
her grief undisturbed.
Tap! tap! at the door, and enter the maid.
Her mistress in tears! Why? What?
murdered millinery.
"Oh, ma'am!' says Mary the maid It is
no. much to say, but it is enough The oh!
rises in reflection to the expression of the
utmost astonishment and indignation; the
ma am" in tremulous diminuendo, and
softly as flower falls on a new-made
grave.
"W-w-h-a-t is it, M-m-a-r-y?" said her
mistress from behind her handkerchief.
IF you please, ma'am, the sewing girl
says she's ready TO go, and will you come
down and put the wrap on before she
| leaves"
At the mention of the wrap the squau
shows signs of freshening
"N-n-o, M-a-r-y; and t-tell her will see
her Monday
Alss for the gentle hint designed to sug-
gest to Mrs Marsden that the work being
done should be paid for Goodbye jewel of
girl, to all your fine plans for tomorrow
60 down the steps Il little more straight
of figure than is your WON'T walk past the
shop windows with unturned face and see,
without looking, the treasures on which
your heart was set; then stop awhile on the
garrett stairs to fight back the tears, SO that
somebody may not have to carry part of
sisters load
Mrs. Marsden spends herself in sobs like
spoiled child, and proceeds to develop
symptoms of hysteria. She wishes for her
husband, and reflects with petulance that
husband always is away from home when
b e is most needed 1t is true male sympa-
thy at such moment might leave much to
be desired; but rightly trained husband
might be expected to sit down in silent
sympathy, respecting the greatness Of an
affiiction which he dared not essay to COM
fort in words Mrs. Marsden'S face is flushed
her head aches, she is quite unstrung. She
turns in loathing from Mary's Offering of
tea and toast, but submits to being put to
bed. Her stricken spirit Graves sympathy,
and more and more she desires the pres
ence of her dear friend and physician, Dr.
Martin. Not a man-dear me, no. What
male practitioner could hope to success
fully treat such case?
A man may prescribe, but he could not
sympathize. Besides, what diagnosis could
penetrate to the deep-seated cause of suf-
woman tell coarse-fbered man that she
bonnet? But Lucy Waldron, NJ. D., sharer
of schoolgirl secrets and follies, bosom
friend and intimate of later days-that kind
of doctor was another thing Lucy
Waldron the one person to be counted
on in such case of trial But how to sum-
mon her, how to explain? Presently the
lady rings for Mary, who comes softly to
the bedside Mary, go to the bureau and
bring me those drops I use for nervous
headache" OF course she knew there
wasn't drop left, but she gave dissatis-
fed moan when the maid reports the empty
bottle II am afraid you must send round
to the drug store and get it filed The
maid retires is at the door" Mary" (pa-
thetically) while think of it, call up DR..