Mohave County miner., 1891-01-03

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70 your husband y
Clara shrugged her shoulders.
We are old married people now. =
said she, 'Unly think, 1t is nearly
three wears since our weddisg day
and all this sentimental billing and
cooing is woTr ctt.
REED sentiment between husband
sad wife should never wear out, !" said
Mrs Marley, mildly. "Depsnd upon
ii. my love. your husband will appre-
ciate any little atttetibn now quite as
much as il the days OF your engaged
life knt that Is not all. Let me tell
you an experience Of my own. had
q brother once--a very dear brother
He died OF delirium tremenAs
"Oh, Mrs. Mzrley," Clara Arden
placed sympathctfc hand Ia that Of
her friend, for sho saw that the pretty
old lady had growa pale, and trem-
bled.
Yes my deaf.h went on Mrs. Mar.
ley. "Hs had a gay, pretty SoHng
wife, VINO disliked the csres Of house,
keeping, and Il was an understood
tEiHg between them that any gentle
man guests whom II fell to Clefnent's
iot 10 entertain should be taken 10 SOME
hotel or restaurant. Welb ray dear,
you know how il was. The wine
flowed freely-thefs was no feminine
presence ID restrain the false idea Of
geodsfellowship. Clement acquired
the fatal habit Of iudiscriminate drink
ing, and the upshot of ii all was that
he hlled drunkard's grave. Perhaps
| was uncharitable, but have always
thought that had his wife made her
home agreeable to her husband and
his guests things might have ended
differently
But Mrs Marley" cried Clara,
much shocked, ''this is quite a differ
ent thingIi
II do not say that it is not, Clara. l
only want to warn you against the
rock on which my poor sister.in-law's
lifa was wrecked, OF what use is all
our sad and hardly won experience, il
not to caution others littleF'
Clara was silent for a minute or
two, aud when she spoke again It was
on quite a different topic. Mrs. Mar.
ley stayed and dined with her of the
cold joint and simple salad, and went
home at about o'clock.
And then came the long, lonely
evening. during which Clara sat by the
window, waiting and listening for
every sound. nerVously impatient for
her husbands return.
''Of course. he is not the sort OF man
to drink too much" she told herself,
over and over again; '.but-but | am
almost sorry was Sc obstinate about
asking Mr.. Fenwick 10 dinner. II
would not have been SO very much
trouble, after all. and think Charley
was vexcd about it.n
Nine o'clock struck--ihen 10-then
ll-aDd Clara sprang up and began
pacing the room In her nervousness.
Il wish he would come!" she cried,
wringing her hands. II wish he would
GOMEZ
Just then there was some disturb
ance in the street, and glad at all haz-
ards to escape from her own harassing
thoughts. Clara threw open the win
dow and thrust out her head
There was little crowd at the cor
ner of the street, and she could dis
tinctly hear the jeering voices of some
OF the little street Arabs crying out:
''lt's only a drunken man! Halo,
mister. you'll find your hat in the gut
ter! Can't you tell where you livep
Go and ask an officerT
Clara's head turned cold as ice.
Could it be possiblea Was this poor,
20 =
step afforded amusement to mob Of
boys. her noble husband2 Had he so
far forgotten himself and her? And If
80, at whose door lay the fault?
Nearer aud nearer came the little
crowd. Clara drew in her head and
closed the window. She could not
bear TO have the dreadful possibility
confirmed. She stopped her ears; she
buried her face in the pillows of the
sofa.
Why. Clara, little wife. what's the
matter?n
II was Charley's yoicc-not the
maudlin accents of semi-intoxication
but the full, deep tones of the man she
felt she could yet honor, as well as
love and obey. She looked up with a
little hysterical laugh.
''Oh, Charley, was frightened. A
drunken man in the street, you
Know
Yes. / passed him. A policeman
has just walked him of to the station
house. So you we're frightened. eb?"
Clara's face was radiant as she turned
up the low jet OF gas.
Il am so glad you have come, Char
leyr' said she. Il have had a great
many compunctions of conscience this
afternoon. because / didn't make Mr..
Fenwick welcome to the best had in
the house instead of sending you to
restaurant"
''We went TO Lemonde's," said
Charley. The dinner was stylish
enough. but nothing better than you
could have given US at'home."
And. Charley" added Clara. softly.
''the next time you invite friend to
dine with you. you may be certain
that my welcome will be ready"
That's my own dear little Clara"
said Charley. And the hearty satisfac-
ton in his face was a reward for any
sacrifice she might be called upon to
make. "a fellow likes to feel, you
know, when he meets an old chum,
that he has home to ask him to. and
a wife that will meet him with smile"
But | am sorry about Mr.. Fen
wiekP"
Never mind. He will be in town
again one Of these days, and then we'll
show him what homemade dinner is
--eh. Clara?"