Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1890-12-31

HaB8R Hattie, ! tell
m3%N you there ia no
~I@Mh use in your cry.
@IH ing, for it only
tN@H~ f makes matters
"a TN worse; YOU
hW juA know ! can't
NJ VfW stay ct b M g
~ Ia, night = and
4@7SMSso faith fu lly
IZ0/I@N last night that
NAyAyou would stay
@wit me to-
nieAt. Don't you rsmember?'
.Oonfound it, Hat! you are always
poking my promises ct mel
.WhAtis apromise any way, especially
10 . peevish woman like you? You
make my life perfectly miserable. What
ais you Of late, any way?'
-ChArley?s
Charley, uhmr
And the door slamed wQA such .
Noise that only IN angry husband can
make when there II no n in the wrong
and NO one q fault but himself.
No one could say that Hattie Glad
we'll ever quarreled with her husband,
ior she only pleaded for him TO forsake
the evil companions who were dragging
him 70 ruin.
Fsw would have recognized in Charley
Caldwell, the bright, active young
lawyer and perfect gentleman that he
was formerly when he woed and won
hds patient, loving wife.
1t has been 1--we years since he
brought hor TO Chester. his bright.
blushing bride The roses have faded
from her cheeks now, and her face
looks Ike . pisce Of ~delicately carved
marble.
Her husband no longer kiaaed her
upturned, pleading face on his return
homs; he generally saluted her with,
so2e Gross words. and wondered why
ahs va 70 slow.
The slowest woman he ever saw
Dinner was always late or the supper
cold-nsysr anything right any more.
How disagrssabls . man can bs when
10 trissl
Charley had left the house, angry q
his wife, himself, and everyone else. and
Thought to ssek consolation in a.down.
town grog-shop;s but the first one was
700 dirty, the second too cold, the third
- neat, warm place, was Just the
thing for him. There he would have q
jolly good time and forget al his trou.
bleA But VI Haiti Her white pleading
facs stared q him from every corner.
*Oh. Charley. Charlsyl How could
You b % cruell Father In Heaven,
what have / done that he should treat
mo sofs
The great hot tears were fast falling
from Hattie's large brown eyes ~ she
caught . glimpse Of her husbands fly
ing form. Just turning the corner.
The street down which he turned did
not bear the best reputation, and Hat.
~ knew we'll enough whore he was 60
Bhs had long suspected that he,
husband visited the low dens ON that
street. and now she felt sure that he,
suspicions we're only too true.
sWhat shall I dot My heart will
break
Feeling faint and utterly heart-sick.
she rank TO the floor, her head resting
on The chair that her husband had oc'
cupSed before he left the house. The
pins from the heavy coils Of golden
brown hair, were falling n BY q to
the door, - the heavy sObs shook her
little frame.
Mamma mammA, dear mamma,
don't ~ 20. Hove 90. don't Ky 50. /,
hurts me here. mamma
One little chubby dimpled hand WA
lad over her heart, while . soft arm
was closely drawn round her mothers
neck. /,
my dear child! You are my com,
1orting angel; kiss me-, Helen.
@Yos, mamma I'll tiss 90, Oh, 30 many
times, Il 90 ont ~ any mo.
Little Helen was Charley aud Hattie
0lAdwelPs only child and both loved
~ littls thing very dearly.
She was 3 years old and the posses
sor Of = beautiful pair Of dark-brown
syes, while from her shaply little head
hung long silken curls OF pale gold
hair.
The soft sympathetic voice Of thai
sweet child seemed TO soothe Hattie,
her arms and loved Il = only . mother
can.
They both started for the little room
that had been used for . nursery. but
aiasi the nurse had long since been dis
missed, became Of lack OF funds 70 pay
her for her services. and now. Hattie