San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-11-21
CHAPTER Y.

your husband until see you again"
CHAPTER Y.
There came au evening when Paul Wal
dron sat in the beautiful flower garden,
a prey to most anxious thoughts. The sun
was setting, the birds were singing in the
green depths of the shady trees. He had
returned home early that evening, and
had found his wife, with n sad pale face,
standing listlessly at the cottage window.
No tea was prepared for him, and the smile
that usually greeted him was absent from
her beautiful lips. He loved her too dearly
to offer any remOnstrance-he went up to
her and kissed her.
TYOu are not looking well to-day, Is
may" he said, gently
He was almost startled when she flung
her arms round his neck with low pas
sionate cry, and hid her face on his breast
You are not WELL Ismay," he repeated.
Never mind tea for me. Come out, and
| will try to cheer you. The room is warm;
come into the fresh air. and-oh, my dar-
ling, give me one bright look, or all the
world will be dark to me-"
As they walked along he said To her:
Il cannot understand you, 1smay. You
are so changed, you are so variable, my
darling, so unlike your sweet, bright self
One moment you are here. with your arms
clasped round my ueck-lOving, tender
all that my heart desires; the next you are
cool and naughty. as though yOu were a
princess. and your slave. At times you
seem to love me- and then again You seem
TO hate me. One day think you are per
fectly happy-yOu smile and sing, and
your face is more beautiful than ever in
its sweet content; the next you are silent,
sad, engrossed with melancholy thoughts.
1 cannot understand you. Are you with
holding any secret from me, Ismay?"
She clasped her arms round his neck,
and drew his face down to hers. She said
that he was the truest, the dearest, the
best of husbands, and that she loved him,
and ended with passionate tears.
He sighed deeply as he soothed her.
What had come to this lovely young wife
of his? He little dreamed of the terrible
struggle going on in the heart he belle we'd
10 be all his own.
1t seemed to her that her very soul was
rent in twain; she longed with an intensity
of longing for the wealth, the rank, the
position, the grandeur that had been de-
scribed to her. She was not surprised at
what she had heard; there had always
been in her mind a kind of intuitive
knowledge that her mother was a lady,
and that she herself was not in her right
place. 1t seemed so cruel that she should
be deprived of all the glorious advantages
she had longed for. because she loved her
husband and would not leave him.
How happy she would have been, in
stalled at Bralyn, mistress of that grand
mansion! How the great people of the
great world would have admired herl
What jewels, what dresses she would have
had. No wonder that when she thought
of all she had lost she grew sad, silent and
unhappy; the little cottage became I'M
bearable then, the needful little econo-
mics most hateful, the husband for whom
she had sacrificed so much source of
aversion.
seize her; she would prove her love for
him by the most loving words, the most
tender caresses: she would laugh and sing,
all to show him that she was happy; she
would utter thousand eXtrayagances
about their little home and her affection
for it, And then would follow the reac-
ton, and she would be intensely wretched
again. And so matters went on for three
long weeks, until her health began to fail.
A noble woman, having once made the
sacrifice, would have abided by it. She
wavered even while she believed herself to
be most firm. She looked ill, her face was
always either flushed or white, her hands
trembled; she was nervous, hysterical, I'M
like herself. In vain her husband tried
everything to please her: he was, if posi-
BILE, more unhappy than herself.
1t had been such a glimpse of Paradise
to her; now the gates were shut. and she
was debarred from entering. She had not
said one word to Paul: he was still in ut
ter ignorance. So the fourth week dawned
and she knew that before it had ended she
must be either rich without her husband
or poor with him.
In the meantime Mr.. Ford had told the
old lord all; he had painted the girls
beauty in vivid cOlors: he had described
her anger, her Indignation; her resolve
never to leave her husband, never to break
mis- heart; he had delivered the message
word for word. Lord CarlswOOd smiled
yrimly.
81 like that" he said: lit is the true
CarlswoOd spirit But she will give in.
She seemed To waypr at the last vD-- - = ?