Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-12-08


pang, even rs ! wrote a few cold lines
acquainting him with my intention,
ana asking him not to question it.
And then, one dreary March morning
slipped out of the house, unobseryed,
and went away.
hew different was this return to nv
ola nome from what had pictured i'll
threw myself into my mothers arms,
ana sobbed out at last the cold weight
upon my heart
And yet was more miserable than
ever as the days crept along; and in
my husbands brief but perfectly cour-
teous letters there was never mem
hon OF my going home again. nor
word Of his coming to me.
Gradually the sorrowing after my
lost child was swallowed up in the
conviction that had hopelessly alien.
ated my husband by my mad, ill-advised
step knew his temperament SO
well.
how readily no was impressed with
external neutrality-suspicious. with
what was pleasant disguised with
what was disagreeable or stupid. And.
long ago. he had told me was losing
my looks
What would he think now, IL he
could see this poor. colorless creature,
with the great hollow eyes. and hands
SO thin my wedding-ring was contin-
ually dropping Off
My mother was greatly myst flied.
IL perplexed her that | would neither
write for Phillip. nor allow her to send;
Tor, even yet pride was stronger than
life with me.
"BuL my love-" she would remon-
strate. "you are really far from strong,
and ] do not like the responsibility in
yonr present condition"
But this only sat mo more Obstinate
~ against making him aware of my
state Of health.
Perhaps" l thought, with a wave
OF self.pity sweeping over me. ''after
am dead be might be sorry"
And so the day crept along until my
time OF trial was at hand. / realized
dimly that / was very i'll And. obi
how | longed for the tender touch.
the gentle hand Of the husband that
loved me no longer else surely he
would have been with me nowl
For at the beginning my mother
knelt beside ME, and whispered. soft
iy. Il have sent for Philip"
Those words had kept me mp. And
TO my constant plant. HAS he not
Gomez" my mothers answer was
sver 'Not yet dear"
But At last she could no longer con-
ceai from NE that she had news of
some sort; and to quie. my feverish
impatiencc she confessed to letter
from my husband mother.
''ihe letter. cried. impatiently.
"He was not at home. my love-"
urged my mother. fcebly trying to es.
cape.
But | only repeated. 1.-The letter."
with such a sudden access Of energy
my mother produced il
II ran thus:
''DEAR MADAM regret 20 hear OF yonr
daughters Illness, which learned from your
telegram took the liberty otu9euing Il, as
nv son was mot at homc. He has not IN.
formed me, but a Is my opinion that he has
gone away TO institute proceedings for bill
II separatEon-'
/ read no more. Why sqould l? /
was done with life. aud fell back
among my pillow. unconscious.
never should have written this had
there not been such happy ending.
When / camo back TO life again IL
was to find my husband. all travel.
stained and weary as he was. kneeling
beside my couch.
One look between us was enough;
happiness had come back 60 me.
Without a word. l knew he loved nae.
As
'Two clear souls
4 hht ctH uh1 hubhs hhA tNthAhE asHt hCN
Each Others faces glow IN that truths light
Arc something more than lovers.n
''And here is your new daughter,
said my mother. as she came
3ustllng in. in her kindly way. with a
iiny bundle OF lace aud embroidery on
Ter arm.
My poor husbands face flushed
as he stood looking down at
tho little creature.
"God grant / may take better care
II herr he commenced. brokenly.
Then, presently. he added. mildred.
we will call IL Theodore the gift of
Sod "
have lived to feel that we are both
Tho happier for the trial sent us. 1t
has made my husband much more
serious man.
A Song to tha Autumn Wind