Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-06-07

the: work, I reckon. Tell father please toIfry and think we'll of me and forgive me- If l had acted in any other manner fnHsu dire an emergency l should not have been worthy to have retained the Lee, which looks very prettLy now sand wich ed between Marion and Harris"
 By the way, this was the first bit of impotence I had ever known my daugh- ter guilty of toward her father. Her letter ended in this style:
 "Love mo and pray for me, dear mother. will keep you informed of our everything will come right before long, am yours and dear papa's loving MARION" Oh, the storm that followed this, or rather. the awful calm that preceded the whirlwind of 0 few days later. My hus- band neither ate nor slept for two days and nights, and we hardly spoke.
 When his rage found words then he cursed and left me-cursed me in lan- guage 1 can never forget.
 "You have done this. madam! You ]" he howled. "New reap your reward. Five minutes moro and you will have neither daughter nor husband. This house is yours. and you will find your self provided for economically, madam not a cent will you have to spare for the child you have aided and abetted in dis honoring me"
 Then the door slammed and was alone.
 Twenty years of married life, and the very first quarrel followed by @ separa- tion I drained that cup of bitterness to the dregs. For weeks heard nothing from my daughter, and for twelve long mopths not word from my husband.
 Tle colonel 8 lawyer took charge of all financial affairs, and my comfort was strictly attended to. In this respect there was nothing to find fault with; but, oh |! the utter bleakness and barren ness of my life! How plainly the whole past stood out. befo re me!
 During all the years I had spent with | Francis Lee, I had never once asserted wishes and implicit obedience to his will, had managed never to come in contact with the apgularities of his impetuous l nature. My love for him had kept me entirely passive. allowing my husband and my master to rule me as absolutely and imperiously as ever a domineerihg king ruled over the weakest of his sub- jects. To be sure, love kept the chains | from clanking, but they were there all the same; and now they cut into my very soul. The first ray of light that penetrated my gloomy home was letter | from Marion.
 "Do not grieve any more about this unfortunate business," she wrote. Fl say do not, because such grief is wicked. You have done no wrong. Let that thought comfort you first of all; and of my happiness. Archie Is gaining strength every day-in fact he is almost we'll; and he has received an order to paint picture for one of the wealthiest men in the whole west. He Is to be paid splendidly for 1t; and we are so happy about 1t apd everything else. God only knows how glad am that went to my needed me; and together, dear mother, we can do anythlng--paint pictures, write poems and get rich perhaps; who l knows? Father will come back to you before long, and we shall ever more be a happy family. am sure of it.
 Much more my darling wrote, and every line infused fresh strength ana courage into my veins. At the end of the year visited them at their temporary home in crowded upon Archibald so fast, that they had found 1t necessary to move to moro public part of the city of Francisco and were then boarding at hotel. One day, after dinner, Marion, who had returned from a short shopping excursion, burst into the room where Archie and I sat talking, with a face pale as that of a corpse
 "Come with me, softly. said she, in a whisper. "As true as live, have this moment seen father in @ room just down the corridor. The door was open a way, and, as passed, saw him sitting in a chair with his back toward me-"
 But, perhaps" I answered. trem. blingly, ''it may not be he"
 "Comew she interrupted, gaining confidence, as she saw my excitement. guess I know father. Come! we'll sur- prise him."
 But, Marion-"
 "No buts. tell you to follow me. Ii ever mans back expressed sorrow and homesickness and rem0rse generally, my fathers back did, as I passed 1t mo m9nt ago.