Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-05-11

CHAPTER III.
Paul Waldron had won the girl he loved;
for a few weeks he was perfectly happy,
and then clouds, light as the breath of the
summer wind, came over his sky.
He thought his forest home 50 beautiful.
He was SO content with it that he won
dered his wife was not the same. She was
always asking him about the great world,
longing TO he in the midst OF il, and he
could not understand her.
Il have no desire for life, lsmay, outside
my own home. Why are you ever wishing
for change.
He was too earnest even TO understand
her lighter nature; her wonderful beauty
had SO completely charmed him that he
could not see her deficiencies Of character.
Her discomfort tronblcd him; il seemed TO
him a want Of loye-and yet she must, she
did love him.
They had been married q year when
their little child was born, and Paul
thought lsmay would grow more content
then. She loved the child very dearly, but
not with the passionate devotion some
mothers give to their children. She was
not a heroine, she would never have been
a martyr: but She was wondrously lovely,
gifted with marvellous grace, and Paul
Waldron loved her.
lsmay Waldron was far from faultless.
She was vain OF her own lovcliness.
She lOnged with the whole strength of
her soul for wealth. She envied those who
were rich and powerful. She was worldly
III her way, ambitious, and alWayScraving
for one thing-richcs. Yet she Was anna.
bic and gentle, with "A sweet careSsing
manner that was both irresistible and
charming
She was vain of her own beauty. She
would look ut her face in the mirror and
say to herself:
Mrs. Schofield is not one half 80 fair,
yet she is the wife of Il rich squire, and
wears Jewels and satins. They tell me
some of the greatest ladies' I'm the lane are
plain Of face. Yet beauty is IA power. j.
won Paul's love for me-what would 1t
not win for me if went into the world
where men pay such homage TO itY'
The little cottage that Paul had taken
such pains to max beautiful and pleasant
seemed SO insignificant in her eyes. She
disliked the daily duties that should have
been so welcome 10 her.
II do wish, Paul, that l had n servant TO
do this for me- she would say.
And then Paul, against his better judg-
| ment, found n servant to relieve her of the
| greatest part of her work. Perhaps that
was one Of the most unfortunate things he
could have done. No one can be really
unhappy or disconnected who is constant
" employed. Ismay had ample time now
for her dreams and ~fancies.
Yet, despite all, she loved Paul, and she
valued his love. She appreciated his en-
tire devotion. IF | were to ask him TO
! give me his life" she said TO herself, with
! a complacent smile, she would do it,"
She mad yet to learn that men of Paul
Waldron's stamp held many things dearer
than life.
Their child grew and throve. The beau
tiful summer came round; the world was
all fair and bright, the flowers were in
bloom, aud the birds singing gayly IN the
trees. There we're times when the yonng
man forgot the light shadow on his home,
! forgot that his beautiful wife was vain and
disconnected. forgot everything except the
heaven of beauty around him, and The
| heaven that shOne in her face: and then
he woaGe ed at his own happiness, aud
was lost when he teed 10 thank Heaven
for il.
one night he came home, looking so M
usually pleased that Ismay asked him the
cause.
al have been working out one of my
IDEAS" he replied. Il have said nothing
60 YOU. Ismay; but here is the result of
some weeks diligent application"
He showed her the model OF a steam
| engine into which he had introduced an
| -, ,rnyn,,ont ca rraut that if aI0nteF. IL
would lead to important results. she
took up the model careiessly, rs though 1t
were a toy.
Il will show YOU the Improvement
will explain it, lsmay."
She looked at him with a pretty expires
sion Of fright.
NAY, do not explain, Paul. am no
quick 10 understand; things Of that kinC
DO not interest me"
His face fell; his sensitive nature Away.
shruuk from such careless words.
Everything that interests me shoult
interest you, Ismay." he observed, hal
sorrowfully; bat she did not even hear tn
words.
And from this may spring n fortune
she said, musingly. "Ah, Paul, Paul
make haste, Time is flying. We grow
older every day, and youth is the season
for enjoyment. Make haste-work hard.
He looked earnestly at her.
"Why do You long 50 for wealth, ls:nayF
he asked.
Because of the pleasure and luxury il
will bring" she replied, promptly, yel
with u smile that disarmed all anger.
Cannot ! make you believe, sweet, how
many things there are to be preferred u
mere mon%ey-health. for instances? Oh
what use would all the wealth in thu
world be If You were ill?'
Il understand all that" she interrupted
impatiently.
Again, money could not buy such Love