The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1891-06-24

WISH 10 heaven that you had
turned suddenly mad he said bit
ter'y, "but sec you are sane. For
God s sake explain all this to me.
Have you not written me all during
these years that your heart was
mine that you had loved and
always would love me?"
es, but seeing you once more
L vs found these declarations to be
10y OF sentiment and Imagination.
We women have so much imagina-
tion and sentiment. While | was
writing you all that what sort of
lives we're We leading2 was living
a life ofluxury and elegance-queen
of my fashionable set. You were
on q afanch in the west. When we
loved ten years ago we were two
simple hearted young people in a
village leading the same kind of
livcS Now we are utterly apart in
habits aud tastes e.s<i;ls st ~
five in the morning. at ten"
@ls this the way to sum up ones
affections2 Are they to be govern
ed by habits2"
eyes, almost altogether. fl was
eighteenth / hadn't been married
I'd marry you, be happy a month
and miserable the rest of my days"
81 suppose the misery you are
now causing me is nothing" Obi
Jean, don't talk so. Don't be
so cruel. / have lived but
for the thoughtofy you all these years.
L was almost mad with the joy of
coming and claiming you. Don't
turn me entirely mad by breaking
my heart at the end of the journey.
There were tears in his strong
voice and in his dark eyes as the
woman looked into them pityingly.
"I'm. sorry for you," she said; 81
am sorry for myself. It's been
disappointment to me to find myself
out of love with you. / am afraid
that it isn't possible for woman
who has been married to love again.
If she loves her first husband that
real love can be but once; if she
doesn't, she destroys by loveless
marriage her higher nature-her
capacity for loving perfectly. Now,
the capacity 1 find is gone from me,
and then our lives have made us SO
different that we couldn't even be
congenial married friends"
"But," he pleaded, 81 can lead
your life. Any life with you would
be perfect happiness"
"That is the talk of very young
lover" she said, smiling. awe are
neither of us young lovers. If you
entered my world it would seem
like death. You love me, but you
can't spend all your waking mo-
ments looking at me and telling me
SO. tell you, and tell you truly,
that we cannot make harmony by
combining our lives. If we-if T.
were madly in love with you we
wouldn't be happy married"
"Don'tl" cried the man, impulsiye-
ly rising to his feet. "Don't talk to
me any more. You have torn down
the fabric upon which built nv
life's one hope of happiness. You
have leftm nothing of hope, moth
ing to respect. You have cut out
my heart with the cool blade of your
reasoing. l have worshipped you
lived for you all these years.
"And you have found your idol
cold, common clay. Yes, 1 know it.
You were worth a better requital.
l would give it to you if L could.
You are young yet. A man at
thirty need not despair of happi-
ness"
"You are encouraging" he said,
bitterly.
"oh, you needn't talk that way.
You feel wretched now, but after a
while you'll find someone to suit
you. Some western girl who loves
ranch life, who
aAnd you, too, will console your
self with"
"Travel and social amusements.
Don't think I've fallen in love with
some man of my set during the two
years of my freedom. A sensible
woman marries but once-marries
either for love or ambition. mar
ried for ambition and am satisfied.
L have everything 1 want. 1 shall
enjoy my widowhood. l shall never
resign it."
81 wonder what you are made of,
he said, looking down upon her.
Then, as all the sorrowfulness of his