The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1889-06-28
WHY DOS.TYoU TELL HER so.

Inc beautiful lace eiouded, the sweet
lips quiyered and settled into a little pout
for q few moments. as she stood at the
window watching somebody's coming.
Another moment and a quick step was
heard in the hall, and soon after
William Upton, Bessie's husband, entered.
The little wife raised her eyes, not expec-
tant, but a little hopeful, to his. She knew
she was looking prettily. Would he tell
her SO, or notice it?
Nay, not even by a smile did he show
his pleasure, but the same greeting as
ever.
Order up dinner. Bessie
She turned and left the room, her quiy-
ering lip revealing the wonderful spirit,
while her husband, already absorbed in
his paper, failed to notice the sad look in
her eyes.
'0h, if he would only say sometimes
such things as he used to say was her
plaintive thought as she closed the door
behind her. 4 would give even years of
mylife to hear them. If he loved me as he
should-as / do him, more and more the
longer We live-he would show it, would
tell me so. What would it cost him TO
say those words my heart is perishing fer
words SO little to him, SO mighty to me?
No matter whether 1 look i'll or well, no
comment. The same way when I arrange
any thing to please him. He has grown
Indifferent, to say the least. And o heaven
[ dare not think what may follow
she had prepared 3 dish for dinner that
VIII was particularly fond of. but no
words of praise fell from his lips, and the
meal was eaten in comparative silence,
and occupied by thoughts of business, she
waited hopefully for some kind word.
His dinner finished Willie was hurry
ing off when Bessie said: 'You won't for
get the opera tonight, WHIP
'0h. no-bc all ready; IshalI be back in
time
She looked as though she wanted to say
something more and VIII asked: What
is it now, Bess2 Speak quickly, must
be off.
Nothing she said.
lie hurried off. A sigh escaped Bessie's
lips, and turning from the door, she ex-
claimed: How different! In by gone days
SO very different! wanted to ask him to
bring me some flowers to wear tonight.
But lie does 0 care how I look; and why
should p
William Upton became every day more
absorbed in money making; and Bessie
grew SO miserable in the belief that she
had lost her husbands love, that in mere
desperation, she plunged into a whirlpool
of gayetv and fashionable dissipation.
Young, beautiful, accomplished, she won
admiration always. Looks and words
denied by her husband were lavished
beautifully by other men.
On one occasion Williams thoughts
were drawn from the counting-house long
enough to express his admiration in a very
decided manner of a beautiful woman, the
widow of an old friend. His remarks
were heard by one who made good haste to
use thcm-one whose devotion to Bessie
was known by every one, save her husband.
Skillfully this man used his weapon, prick
ing her deeply, ~wounding SO surely that
the sore and bleeding heart was ready to
flee to any one offering sympathy.
She listened, orphaned and childless;
no aged ones with wise counsel TO direct
her; no caressing baby's arms to Irvine
around and hold her firm against temp
tation. Words for which she had been
starving were poured in her ear. Taught
to believe her husband false to her, she
promised TO flee from him to one who
vowed such devotion.
Tomorrow night, Bessie, my beautiful
bird, you cage door shall be opened and
you shall be free. You viii come with
me then?'
Tomorrow! God pity me. Yes, to-mor
row | will be free..' she said yet darted
back with a fierce look, pale and trembling,
from the arms that would have embraced
her, and, with a bitter, moaning cry, sank,
as the door closed, TO the floor, repeating
the words again and again: God pity me
God help me-
A little while and William would come.
Throwing herself down, she feigned sleep.
Soon he came, bent over her and drew
softly back. With guarded step he sought
the lounge and laid down without disrob-
ing. Not long before she heard him
breathing softly and knew he slept.
One long, last look, and then farewell.
She stopped, and strained her eyes TO see
by the dim light the features once all the
world to her, and even Thea too dear, She
thought.
A few little things to gather up, and
she was ready. With her hand on the door
she turned for one mere look-lrawing
back in the shade as she saw him start up,
and, looking wildly round, call; Bessie.
Bessie, love, Where are You? Heavens,
what 9 fearful dream oh, there you are.
Thank Godi I thought I bad lost yonl'
She had dropped herhat and shawl, and
stood before him with a look so intense
and eager it was almost fierce, as she ask
ed, in 4 thrilling voice: Would yon have
cared2'
Cared Why, what ais You, leyes'
Tell met She cried.
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