Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-12-16

''Neverthsiesa, there rs no naap N
e; b must nos Do without + NV. -
spying never . word - hAndsd ov~ ~
moesy with . sigh
Now, Rosa, havnt ] reaspa % han
that young woman Tor hE insEdfna1s
Liking for candyf Charlie vas &ssR
ehanted then and there-sgiri thas could
eat her way through . = packags q
sugar was altogeshe9 too sweet fus hin,
and altogether too exfxavagsnt Tor .
poor man-foe shs was well swars tha1
b couldn't afford it, but was too ea1A1h
o. thouxhtless TO care
"Chariie didn't visis he1 again, nsifhM
did be die Of disappointment, but lived
70 become wealthy man, abundantly
able 70 give his second love all tbs caDdy
she wishes for-sO you psrceive, Bon,
that woman must not fancy that there
never was, nor never viii be another 70
man in the world % attractive - hssseb.
but she must strive 70 kesp her husbands
love IL she values IL.
thank you for telling me this secret.
Wilbur shall not lie disenchanted II J
can help it, said Rosa. .'sven II b did
call me fool
50, gaining courage, shs trisd 70 hsniah
unpleasant thoughts, and cool her anger
b. strolhng around her friends beautiful
groands. wondering il he would follow
her, or wait until the next day.
Suddenly she saw her husband aP
preaching. He looked - pleasant - Y
. littie bird had sung in his ear. She
felt ~ awkward and nervous a. . mouse
cornered by cat; but she smiled. and
discreetiy remained silent.
Rosa, forgive me" he said, softly.
Three little words, full Of hope and
meaning. In the first bitterness Of her
resentment she had thought that she
never could forgive, but womanlike, a
the first word Of tenderness, the BARREN
Of pride gave way, and she threw her.
self into his oufstretched arms and sobbed
out:
Dear Wilbur, you too have much u
forgive. Oh, why did you marry meF
because loved you, but not half ~
well as now; let me explain my unpax-
donable rudeness.
II had dearly loved brother. younger
than myself. who early developed . 60
MUS for painting and drawing in oil;
but, alas! he was q confirmed consump
tive.
''He devoted the failing energies Of his
own life to the picture that you 90 I'M
mercifully ridiculed; it il to me sacred
memento. hallowed by thousand 1850
Citations; can you blame me II ! could
not bear to hear it criticised in terms Of
levity and disgust? thought you were
very heartless, Rosa"
"Oh, why didn't you tell me- OF this b.
forey' she inquired. MY remarks must
have seemed cutting and cruel. My dear
fellow. have a keen perception Of the
ridiculous, and my disabilities are eaaily
excited. but I sincerely hope that am
not malicious. Will you forgive me,
Wilbur. and show that you do, by allow
ing the picture to remain where you
placed it? dare say that have dozens
Of faults, but | hope time will correct
them all-perhapsI shall be perfect some
day, but fear it won't be till have
wings"
Rosa, we must bear and forbear You
must try to bring out my best points; you
will doubtless have trying time Of it,
but remember what the immortal poet
says, and he is authority:
Nothing lovelier can b found
In woman, than 70 study household good,
And good works in her husband to promosA"
j. s. in New York News.