The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1889-01-03
have sent it to be re-gilt, replied the
daughter, promptly.
Where does It generally hangY

have sent It to be re-gilt, replied the
daughter, promptly.
Where does it generally hangr
There"
She assigned to the picture which she
had taken away with her, the first
empty space on the wall that met her eye.
az don't think that a very good placer
she wasl What a wonderful womanI
You should have known her, Strickland.
You owe her your wife. When she was
leaving me, poor dearl she made me
promise never to hesitate to make any
sacrifice that should be for Bertha's
happiness; and so, when my little girl
came to me and said, Papa, can never
my dear wife, and let her go. I feared,
when I sent her abroad, should lose
her. Well, you were made for each
other. Do you remember your first
meeting In Parish"
They remembered it.
The tour of the house was completed,
and they returned to the drawing room,
Gerard and his wife congratulating
themselves, not without reason, that
the good papa was not very observant,
for many token of something abnormal
had been plain enough.
With common sign Of relief, the two
actors sank into their respective corners
of their carriage, after seeing Mr.. Gregory
of the next morning from Victoria. Not
work was spoken. Bertha watched the
drops of rain that trickled down the
windows. Gerard studied the back of
the coachman. They had again become
strangers.
Presently, moving accidentally, Strick-
land touched his wife's arm.
81 beg YOUR pardon" he said.
"Pray do not mention it.
Perfect strangersi Yet both in the ST.
lence were annously meditatiDg every
event Of the Last few hours, remember
ing the most trihing impressions, and
studying all they signified. As they came
near a cross street the husband asked:
t'Shal drive you to your own houseS
81 am coming to yours, to superintend
the packing. My maid cannot do it alone.
On arriving, the wife at once went to
her chamber. Strickland, conscious of
utter purpOselessness, returned to the
back drawing room and took up the
paper. Bertha passed backward and for
ward. Once or twice he caught a glimpse
of her moving about the room. At Last
''You will tire yourself, !" he said; Scan
not assist your
''No, thank you. have nearly done. "
A few minutes later she came and
seated herself on the opposite side of the
fire. She appeared tired. AS she sat, she
looked around to see if anything had been
forgotten.
81 think it rains less" said Strickland,
who had laid down the paper.
'tNo. 1t rains just the same as before.
sis the carriage ready?
81 have sent to know"
The carriage would be ready in ten
minutes. Those ten minutes seemed an
eternity. When the servant entered to
say the carriage waited, Bertha rose, and
| stood for little while before the mirror,
| arranging her laces and ribbons, with
| difficulty, for her fingers trembled.
| Then she slowly drew on her gloves, and
turned toward her husband. He had
risen, and was standing waiting.
"Good morning" she said, bowling
slightly.
He bowed, but made no reply. She
turned, and quietly, with calm, even
steps, walked from the room. She could
hear that he followed her.
They were in the hall. Suddenly he
stepped to her side.
"BerthaI You are not going without
first forgiving me?" he exclaimed, in a
voice in which grief mingled with pas
sion.
She turned round, and in an instant
had thrown herself into his arms.
''Darlingl you will never leave me
AGAIN.
no. 20, lose. Ecvc-T' 4>--y C-c3
well in Murray's Magazine.