Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-05-08
One evening Ray Huntington returned

to find his well-ordered house in confusion. Baby had cried herself to sleep, and was still sobbing pitifully, while Charlie was crying softly by the chamber door, where Gretchen was vainly trying to quiet the feverstricken wife and mother.
 "Oh, papa, ,cin my boo'ful mamma diet Say, papa, will she die2" walled Charlie, creeping timldly to his fathers side. Gretchen looked up hopefully as he en- tered.
 II will do it in Q moment, Ray,n cried Nellie, with crimson cheeks and strangely bright eyes. 'I only stopped to rest for a moment, my-my head feels so Queerly, but will get your tea at once."
 ''Lie still, dearest" he said, more gently than he had spoken for many months. "Gretchen, take this note to Dr. Davis, and call as you come back to ask Mrs. Hall if she will run in a few moments" Dr. Davis came, a gray-haired man, who had read many of this worlds lessons alright.
 "Overwork, my dear sir. System com pletely run down. have noticed it. No help but that raw Swede girl-willing enough, but not capable, sir. Men don't know the value of good wives until they lose them," said the old man, bluntly. "You don't think-she-my wife-Nellie will not die!" cried the startled lawyer. Perhaps not-hope not. But she is worked down, and the worst of it is, she will carry all her worry and trouble with her through her delirium. What is that about partnership, Huntington2 I have heard you define marriage, often enough How have you used this partner of yours Have you shared the profits honestly2 I'd Ike to have you compare accounts, you will have time enough before your wife gets up again. l suppose she has mother Send for ho ;x, 1,1 morning, but more depends upon loving care than upon me; mind, said loving care Good night sir.''
 In the weary, almost hopeless time of anxious waiting, Ray Huntington learned a new meaning of his favorite creed. In her delirium Nellie told him many things which she would never have mentioned in her rational moments.
 At last there came day when the little cottage was as silent as death; when the dread angel lowered on the thres hold, then passed mercifully by; when a human flower bloomed but to perish, and a tiny life went out withits first glimpse of earth.
 "Yes,she will live," said good Dr. Davis, suspiciously wiping his glasses with un- usual energy. ''You have learned your lesson easier than many men do, Hunting ton, for you will have your wife again. If you love her, cherish her. That's the word, cherish her, man. Make her happy She is your partner in life. She has common sense, Suppose! Well, then, allow her her share of the profits. Never let her be ashamed of her husbands meanness. am 8 blunt old man, SIT, but mean we'll. have seen so much of this one-sided part nership business among married people, that have no patience left. Your wife has just as much right to her share of your in come as you have to yours. I hope you're not offended, but I'm glad I've had the courage to give you something to think about. Keep up the lovtng care, Hunting ton, and your wife will be around in a month"
 That month was one of pleasure and sorrow to the repentant husband, but he had resolved up1n new course of action, and as they sat ;st the table on New Years eve, he said, tenderly: 'sIt was kind of the mother to leave us to begin the new year together, Nellie; it shall be the beginning of a new life for us. Henceforth my 'partner' is an equal with myself The household is your branch of the business, I will see that you have sufficient funds to cover aU the expenses in a creditable way My wife shall never again feel ashamed be- cause of my stinginess.''
 Ut was never that" Nellie protested, Loyalty.
 "Perhaps you were not sensible of it. but the feeling was there just the same,' re- piled her husband, firuly. ''It shall never happen again. Tomorrow the firm of Huntington & Wife begins anew, and on a different basis. I will cherish my family, hereafter"
 And happy years have proved the truth of his vow.-Ella Fl. Stranton, in Woman's Magazine.