Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1889-02-25

she had no one to appeal to; so sh
determined to await Harry's retur
and confess all.
She knew he would be shocked t
find his wife destitute of those up
right principles which Influenced al
his movements she had heard hin
say that he never would trust an,
n who had deliberately and premed
itatedly deceived him, and knowing
this she dreaded to tell him of he
fault.
"But why does he not come? ?" sh,
asked, as the pretty clock upon tn,
mantel chimed out twelve. "Wha
could have detained him?"
She could not rest so hour after
hour dragged slowly away, and still
he did not come.
At last the faint gray dawn, which
announced another day had come,
stole through the curtains, and going
to the window she opened it and look
ed out. All was still in the cool ear
ly morning, the eastern sky "a ting
ed with rosy hues, which betokened q
pleasant day.
Very pale and sad was Nellie's face
as she leaned out of the window she
was anxious about Harry, he had
never staid away before, and this,
coupled with what she had to tell
him, rendered her very miserable.
The sun was beginning to gid the
distant church tops, the milk carts
began to rattle over the stony streets,
and then came other signs of life
which showed that the great city was
awaking. At last she espied Harry
coming down the street. A nearer
approach showed a face worn and
pale.
She left the window and stood in
the center of the she had been
nerving herself to tell him all but
now, when the time had really come,
she shrank from it, dreading to meet
his clear black eyes. She heard the
click of the n%ight-latch, the footsteps
coming nearer and nearer, and for
the first time she hated to meet her
husband.
A minute more and he entered the
room, and for an instant Nellie for
got her WI misery as she observed
how ill and troubled Harry looked.
He threw himself upon the sofa,
and gently drew his wife beside him,
and, with his arms around her, told
her how his night vas spent.
Fred GRAVITY and his wife had had
another bitter quarrel she had
plunged him into debt, and, as bills
after bills came in and he had no
means of paying them, he had taken
them to her, asking if they were cor
rect. Fred could not understand
what they were all for.
She had retorted rather ~carelessly,
and, strung to desperation, he drew
a pocket revolver, placed the muzzle
to his breast, and pulled the trigger.
The ball entered his heart, and he
died instantly.
His wife was dressed for a party,
and so near was she to him that the
blood flew in great drops upon the
snowy dress.
"Oh, Nellie, it was dreadful to go
into that beautiful house, with it's
handsome furniture. costly mirrors,
and choice pictures, which are to be
sold at auction, and the money must
90 to the creditors there will be
nothing, absolutely nothing for her.
1t is SO sad, Fred lying still and cold.
And the n who caused all this and
sent poor Fred to an early death lies
in strong commissions in the room
above, and her screams are heard
nearly a block away. What a lesson
it should be to those who, for an in
ordinate love of display, sacrifice hon
or, truth, everything, to Guido their
neighbor. [ am very thankful that
my little wife has no such ambition"
And his hands caressed the sunny
curls, and his eyes rested lovingly
upon her.
How could she tell him, how strike
that noble heart such a blow; but it
must be done, and gulping down a
sob, she told him, with a voice choked
and broken with tears, her miserable
story.
She did not raise her head from
the sofa cushion, and when she ceas-
ed speaking, and the room was silent
save the ticking of the clock, she did
not see the anguish printed on Harry
Leigh's face, as he listened to her
confession.
1t had cut him, as she knew it
would, and terribly vas he feeling it.
At last the silence became intolera-
BILE she put out her hands and cried
"Oh, Harry, forgive mel"
Possibly the scene which he had
witnessed, or the thought, "She is
my wife !" made him lenient so he
bent down and raised the slender,
sobbing form, and placing her on the
sofs. beside himself, told her he sin
cerely forgave her.
cit was a dreadful temptation,
Harry" she said, ''but L don't think
l should ever yield again. [ have
learned a hard lesson"
"My darling," and his zone vas
grave and sweetly earnest, ''if we
trust our own strength we shall al
ways yield whenever sin holds out his