Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1888-03-10

no LOOK the moaQOW-paGn WHICH lou u
his beautiful country home.
When he came in sight of the house
the central figure in the stretches o.
lawn, orchard and garden, look o.
intense satisfaction, born of the sense
of proprietorship, filled his face.
He was handsome man-tall, erect
in figure and graceful in bearing, and
just in the prime of his manhood. He
had few faults, and the leading one
among them was his excessive selfish.
ness. In that he was not exacting,
perhaps, and never invaded the rights
of others; still, in his attempt to get
out of life all the zest that was in it.
he lived very much for himself.
His farm was large and valuable
one. It was well titled and well kept,
and there was not dollar due upon it.
His yacht was at anchor in the bay
his stable was filled with thoroughbred
horses; his bank account was plethoric
his credit was unlimited.
He had no children, but q lovely,
quiet, intelligent, self-possessed wife,
of whom any man would have been
proud, was mistress in his lordly home.
A woman with sweet, placid face,
with thoughtful blue eyes, with low,
musical voice. with timid, caressing
manners, with head to plan, yet With
heart that might be broken.
He had arrived at nine o'clock in the
morning, whereas she did not expect
him until nine in the evening. His
early return would be a pleasant sur
prise to her, to be sure, and with that
thought uppermost in his mind, he
stepped softly upon the veranda and
looked in at the open window.
Suddenly baleful light came into
his black eyes; a deadly pallor swept
his face; his lips parted with a gasp;
his right hand fumbled nervously for a
pistol which he carried in his hip
pocket.
Within the drawing-room he saw q
man kissing his wife-and that man
was Richard Brandon, his lifelong,
most-trusted friend, the discovery of
whose perfidy almost dumfounded him.
In second more great sense of
relief came to him, for he saw that his
wife was not passive under the caress.
She tore herself from the mans grasp,
and dealt him smart blow in the face.
"Coward!" she cried. migrate, per-
fidious friendl"
She pressed one hand against her
heart, her breath coming and going,
her face flushed with anger, her blue
eyes aglow with Indignation. Never
had she looked so lovely in the eyes of
her husband, or in the eyes of the
frs l.
"Mr. Brandon, this is an outrage for
which you can never atone," she said,
in repressed vehemence. @Were to
tell my husband"
aOh, but you never WILL" tho man
interrupted, recovering from the sur
prise caused by her fierce resentment.
He would call me to account. It
would result in his death or mine, or
Of both of u.s."
The possibility of such q result
brought q dusky pallor to the young
wife's face.
aAnd believing that you presumed
she said, with ineffable scorn.
Her assailant grew red in the face.
for he was not utterly devoid of prin-
ciple.
aMrs. Denham,' he slowly replied.
II might offer much in extenuation of
my conduct. might insist that it adj
mits of an Interpretation other than the
one you choose to place upon it"
at was an ine1cusable insult, sir r
she cried.
sBut not premeditated, /" he replied.
II have been strangely drawn toward
Won j pitied Your lonely life. folt
shat you were neglected. I saw that
you sighed for genial companionship.
To be sure. you did not make me your
oonfidant, yet OWNED that my society
Was agreeable to you. Your husband
does not appreciate You. He is wrap
ped up in his yacht, his fast horses, his
Eddy round of pleasure. He is 90
Utterly selfish that -
s6top Just therel' she imperiously
ordered, With . quick. angry gesture.
sDo you think 20 naeanly Of me q to
enupose that / voud ALLOW you to