San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-11-23

In all England.
MRS. waldron!" repeated Mr.. Dale, in
a low voice.
"Do not put the question that no one
ever fails to ask-'Who is her husbandp"
People ask that, do they? Well, am
inclined to initiate them. Who is her hus-
band!"
II cannot tell you; she made some low
marriage, believe"
"Does low marriage mean that she
married poor MANI" asked Mr.. Dale.
II suppose so, do not know. l have
heard, in common with the rest of tho
world, that she married beneath her, and
is separated from her husband"
Because he is low-I can understand
that. / am what is called a self-made
man, major. II a high bred lady looked
kindly on me, and an alliance were formed.
should you think she had contracted low
marriage"
Because of you?" cried the major.
"Certainly not Why, you are one Of the
most rising men of the dayP'
1T is difficult to discover what q low
marriage is" said Mr.. Dale; but the
strange pallor did not die from his face.
He was unlike himself for the whole of the
day after he had seen Lord Carlswood's
grandchild.
There were many who remarked at the
Drawing-room that the beautiful Mrs.
Waldron looked unlike herself; she was
not so brilliant, not so RADIANT there was
more of thought on her brow, of care in
her eyes: her smile was not so bright, her
repartee not so ready.
1t was the truth. The pleasures of the
world were beginning to pail upon Ismay.
Perhaps she had exhausted them too
quickly. She had drained the cup of pleas
ure to its very dregs; there was nothing
left for her to wish for-nothing to desire.
Her life for ten long years had been one
series of brilliant triumphs; the world had
worshiped her; aud during that time she
had lived without love, without tender
ness, engrossed in vanity, pleasure, and
love of luxury. She was in the very pride
of her magnificent womanhoOd now, and
she was beginning to feel tired of frivolity
Ito wish for something better.
She was at q ball one evening" and some
one presented her with q beautiful rose.
She took it carelessly, and held it in her
hands willis she sat down to rest. The
perfume stole slowly upon her senses; it
brought back to her the time when che
had sat with Mr.. Ford in the pretty shady
garden she remembered her own passion
of wonder aud emotion as she listened to
his story. Then her husbands face rose
before her as she had seen it last-hand
some, haggard with misery, yet full of
love and tenderness. She remembered
how he had clasped her in his arms and
kissed her lips-how he had said to her
you will find nothing in the world like
my love"
She started, for a warm tear had falle n
upon her hand.
what am doiugs" she thought. 81
have hardly thought of him for years
Can it be possible that am weeping for
Paul."
For the first time-so engrossed had she
been in her new life-she began to wonder
what had happened to him during those
ten years
HE took my decision very quietly" she
said; "he never even tried to persuade mo
to alter it."
How useless all such persuasions would
have been no one knew better than her
self: but it began to strike her as strange
that he should have made no effort to see
her-to induce her to return to him. OF
the tempest Of pride and passion, of love
and despair. through which he had passed,
she knew nothing.
She began to long to see him. Once she
had compared him with the polished gen
tlemen she had met at Bralyn, and the
comparison, In some respects, had always
been to his disadvantage, they were so
refined, he was 30 homely. But now, as
her eyes wandered YEARLY over the great
crowd, she looked in vain for a face like
his.
~ was so sorely tempted" she cried to
herself-"I forgot all the wrong"
She grew thin and pale. People re-
marked to each other, and to Lord Carls-
wood, how changed she was, and he grew
anxious about her.
1--WE will leave London earlier than US
ual this year." he said. "You must 60 to
the seaside, Ismay. You are not looking
80 well, my dear child. What ais your"
She could have told him that it was an
awakened conscience. a troubled heart. an
uneasy mind, a longing desire to see her
husband again, a longing wish if possible
10 undo her sin.
WAS it a SIM" The question came sud
denly to her mind one day, and startled
her terribly. A sins She had always been
was uOI pltd8Aut
word Was this sin-to have left the
husband to whom she had plighted her
troth for no better reason than the desire
of being richp
Not all the sea-breezes that ever swept
the waves would bring health to the IN
happy wife who had been SO frail, so weak
of purpose, so easily tempted. No medi-
cine, no tonic yet discovered had the pow
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