The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-10-25
HOW SHE HELPED HIM.
Through Her Efforts Her Husband
Was Saved from Ruin.


ford. How did that match turn out?"
bad enough thus far He is the
same delightful, good-natured fellow.
as OF old; always ready to do kind or
courteous act. But this woman will be
the ruin of him"
"HowP What is the troubled"
The trouble is, she fancies herself
an invalid, lies around, does nothing
but read Charlotte Braeme and Bertha
M. Clay-has every foolish within graft
fed, aud, in fact, don't see how she
stands it.
did she have any property"
mot a cent. 1t was an out-and out
love match. She has expensive tastes,
is indolent and extravaganza Why, his
carriage hire is big item of itself.
She couldn't possibly walk a block,
you know"
Perhaps she is really a sufferer"
Nonsense; she had that fall, you
remember. at the skating-rink. At
first her spine was thought to be Sc
riously injured. Woodford paid out
several hundred dollars to have her
cured, and the doctors discharged her,
well, they said. But it has pleased her
to drag around, a load on his hands,
ever since. 1t is thought that he is
much crippled financially; 1 know
positively that he has lately mortgaged
his interest in the firm. If he can't
manage to make or save five thousand
dollars by the end of this year. it is all
up with him; and he will never do it
l., &c, - .
why doesn't he tell herP Has she
no sense or feeling at alp"
None, except for herself; and he is
SO fond of her that he will indulge her
to his very last cent"
Il thought he looked little down
as he passed us this morning"
Yes, he is beginning to realize that
he has gone too far, and, poor fellow,
it is Juggling at him hard. "
Did she hear arightP Was it of her,
Eleanor WOOdford, that they were
talking? Swiftly she sped out of the
dark, heavily-curtained back parlOr of
the stylish clearinghouse and into her
room, a gorgeous alcove apartment on
the first floor. She could not mount
spine. Weak spineP She forgot all
about it as she paced the floor. angry
tears gushing from her large brown
eyes. 1t was shamefuI-it was wicked
to be so abused. She had never in
her whole petted life been found fault
with AS to money, what did she
know about itP Her father, before his
failure and death, had always gratifed
her. Her husband had never made
any difference. These were friends of
his. Her bitter sObs ceased, and her
wounded vanity gradually lost itself in
better thoughts. Did all the world
think OF her like the scathing criti-
cisms of those two chance callers, who
thus killed the time of waiting for
some one to come down to themP She
began to feel glad that she had over
hea ID it. The merest accident had
sent her into the back parlor. Was it
trueP What could she doP Her dear,
kind husband. in trouble and she the
cause Oh, she must help him some
how. Long she sat buried in thought,
and when the well-knOwn step sounded
at the door her face was radiant with
a new resolve.
He came to her large easy chair with
a step somewhat weary, but his kiss
was as usual. ''All right, Nellie. Had
good dayp Why, you look-let me
see-how do you lookP" he said, cheer
lily.
II look as if 1 love my big boy very
much; don't IPn she responded, mer-
rily.
His answer was another kiss, and as
he turned towards his dressing closet,
Ter heart ached with unspoken ten
| derness. Her dinner was brought up.
She was not considered strong enough
/ to sit at table. For this service an ex-
| ira charge was made.
Later, when he opened the evening
/ paper, she sat and watched him.
| Surely those lines OF care were new
now that he was not smiling fondly
upon her. Oh. foolish. selfish wifel
Rising gently, her long, handsome
tea-gown trailing behind her. she
stood beside him. one slender white
hand upon his shoulder Then play
fully putting by the paper, she sat
| down upon his knee.
well. dear, what now? Another
new gown?" he asked, with his old
| sweet smile. asrr
She pressed her lips in a slow, rev
erential fashion upon the broad white
brow, another pang at her heart
| Then she spoke:
Not this time. Harry, dear, let's
| 60 to Mrs. Wickham's to board"
! Mrs. Wickham'sr' he echoed; why,
you wouldn't stay in her dull little
place a week" But even as he spoke
there flashed through his mind, in
rapid calculation: Twenty dollars q
week there; forty, here; eighty dollars
a month saved; nearly a thousand dol
lars year"
Don't you like it hereP" were hi.
next words, as he glanced around tbs
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