St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-11-05
MARRYING AN ACTRESS.

FCIy CUluldily WilcH Hc Wdlkcl lilo my
sitting room one day with young
woman on his arm and said:
Mother, dear, here Is daughter for
YOU"
l was that taken back that you could
have knocked me over with a feather,
particularly when fOnnd out that Ju-
liet, as he called her, was an actress. i
wasn't over-cordial, dare say, in my
reception of the bride. but it served
John right for going and throwing him
Self away OH an actors daughter. /
could stand most anything but that.
When Mrs. DOdley came over to take
tea with us the next day,I told her what
thought.
81 believe he only married her out Of
pity" added.
"Do you think SOP" she said.
well, he as good as told me So"
When the bell rang Juliet did not re-
spond.
I'VE won't wait for them," said.
lyon never know where young married
people are to be found"
The meal, however. was but half over
when John came in. very pale. and with
a set look about the muscles of his
mouth which had never before seen
there,
Mother" he cried passionately,
''what is this thing that you have
done?"
ZIP" echoed in amazement.
You have driven my wife away from
mel"
"John"
81 met Juliet Just now, hurrying
down the road with bundle under her
arm. She told me that you had said to
Mrs. Dodley that / had married her
merely out Of pity. She declared to me
that l was free, once and forever. l
could not stop nor pacify her. poor. tor
tured child; but | gathered from her
her friend. Mrs. Bligh, who kept the
New York boarding house. Get my
things, mother. / will follow her there
at once"
But when ne reached Mrs. Bligh's
house, Juliet had not been there. And
no trace could he find of her anywhere.
He came back to the farm looking full
ten years older.
Mother said he, hoarsely. ''this is
your work."
"Oh. Johnl Johni" was all that
could say AS wraug my hands in mute
despair. II didn't mean any harm,
didn't indeed"
"Y0u have blighted my lifel" he said,
bitterly. And poor little Juliet! God
only knows what has become of her."
can hardly remember how that au-
tumn and winter passed away. But it
was the next spring. just as the Gro.
cuses began to show their emerald
points through the yailiug snow that
covered the March world, when John
fell very ill of typhoid fever. And in
his delirium he kept calling day and
night for "JuIieti Juliet!' He never
mentioned his mothers name: he never
looked up into my face with eyes
of tender recognition; but he fancied
himself looking for q lost child in the
woods. and the name of that child. re-
peated ever and anon like sad refrain.
was 'Juliet!"
"Who is Juliet?" the city doctor we
called in suddenly asked. ''Whoeyer
she is let her come to him. 1t may be
his salvation"
And then l was forced to tell him ALL
Put an advertisement in the per
sonaP column of the daily paper" said
the doctor.
'.Do you think it will do any good?"
/ asked piteOusly; and he answered:
at is worth the trial. at all events"
L was sitting at the kitchen table that
very evening. studying out the form of
an advertisements chose the kitchen
so that the light of the lamp should not
annoy my poor boy-When the curious
magnetic thrills which sometimes an
nounce to US the presence of another
humanity than our own in the room
crept through my veins. and looking up
with start / saw-Juliett
Standing On the threshold. dark
skinned and velvet-eyed, just as she
had stood that radiant September after
noon when first saw her.
''Is it true?" she asked me with wild
vehemence of manner of which l had
scarcely believed her capable, THAT he
is sick-dying-and not by his side?'
ran to her, holding out both arms.
''Stand back !" she cried. passionately,
81 have neither pity nor favor to ask Of
you. But loved him. Oh, l loved him.
even though he did not care for mel"
l took her by the arm.
''Juliet," cried /, '4isten"
And from the sick room came the pitt
full reiteration:
Juliet Julietw
She threw herself upon my bosom
with burst of sobs and tears which
seemed to relieve her poor oyercharged
heart.
'Tell me-" she faltered. shat my
ears are not decelying mel Tell me,
does he want me?"
He is breaking his heart for you,"
l answered. HE loves you better than
his own life."
May l go to hims"
$50"
/ stood listening while she hurried
into the darkened commissioning with
one hand pressed over my heart. And
still came forth the pleading cry:
"Juliet! Juliet"
Until all of sudden it paused. and /
heard my poor boy say, with an utter
ance of relief:
''She has come back to me, my Juliet
and now can die in peacep'
But he did not die, my only son. He
lived. thanks to the tireiess nursing and
tender devotion of the dark-eyed young
wife, who had come, like q healing
angel, to his side.
Juliet" I said to her the day that he
first sat up in cushioned chair, sit Is
you that we have to thank for this"
She looked up to me with those great
wistful eyes of hers.
"And do you think you can love me
now?" said she imploringly.
''My darling! my darlingi" was all
that l could say as l clasped the slight,
small figure close to my heart.
And from that day to this there has
never been the slightest shadow of
doubt or dissension between me and my
daughter-in-law.
Minister Phelps Banqueted.