The morning call., 1891-06-21
TWO DAYS ENDED
A Welded LITE.
A Broken Eros ATOuSGS a Young Wife
From Dreams Of Bliss.
The Idol Of Her Affections Unmasked-shs
Discovers That the Man She Married
Was Burglar, Thief

She closed the book impatiently and
walked toward the open piano, striking
few pIaintive chords with a nervous hand.
Then passed on to the mirror and looked at
her reflection q moment in its depths
What face-what sulky, diScOntented
face" she said with short laugh, passing
her fingers over the frowning white fore
head as if to smooth it out. He must nos
see me looking like this-it will never do.
Only two days married and sulking al
ready because the dearest husband in all
the world is just half an hour late in COM
ing home. Shame on you. DOria-for shame!
You are not worthy to be loved so we'll"
She passed her fingers over the glass as if
she would rub away the reflection and as
sumed look of much surprise when she
found it still there.
''WeII, if you will persist in scowling at
me there is nothing left for me to do but
turn by back upon you," with pOut She
moved slowly away and stood for a moment
under the chandelier in the center Of the
room. The light filteri0g through the lus-
ters touched her bronze hair with scintillat-
ing sparks and tipped the tremulous laces on
her bosom with fecks of gold.
"What helpless creature l an, not to
know what to do with myself in all this
beautiful house," signing; "yet it seems so
so unfurnished when he is not here L
never knew never thought that | should
be so dependent on any ones society Tor my
happiness. l will bury my thoughts in
book again. That will pass the lime-Some-
thing cheerful that will iron out this frOwn
and make me look as bithe as a newly
married wife should. de cannot be long
now.
She hummed tune to herself and walked
OveI to the bookcase, standing on the tips
of her white satin slippers.to read the titles.
A DISCOVERY.
"Diekson on Divorce! o dear, don't
want that, anyway not yet" with pretty
pout. "'The Young Mothers Adviser
Hem" She looked quickly away toward
the other end of the case. "Ah! here IS the
poetry department The butterlli are In
the same case with tue grubs. Very proper!
Byron? No, | have passed the Byron age.
Fly Leaves?' 'Calverly? That's better.
He's light and merry. Come down. Cal
verify, and cheer me-"
The book was high aud little jump was
necessary to reach it. 1t came tumblng
down and the whole row Of law-books with
it. She darted back with a laugh and
brushed the dust off the satin front OF her
dress.
Dear me, what a narrow escape" rue
fully looking at the volumes on the floor.
eff had been standing where the book on
divorce fell l should have been crushed
crushed by the law" And she stopped to
pick them up and restore them to their
places, laughing softly to herself at tie
mishap.
the fallen books. She looked down at it,
rubbed her eyes-Stared again and then
picked the thing up. 1t was a tiny silver
statuette. a little Eros with broken arm.
She was not thinking of her delicately
tinted dress as she sat down among the
dusty books and took the little manned love
in her hand Notwithstanding it here and
there beneath the light. Her face was very
white, and the laces stirred on her bosom as
she shivered. A haze seemed to come be-
fore her eyes, still turned toward the little
god extending his pitiful broken arm.
''NO-nO-it cannot be so, it is another"
she half whispered to herself.
A step on the carpet-her husbands.
what cannot beY' he asked, drawing
her near him. She did not look him in the
face, and where she sat her back was turned
to him. She rose quickly and snapped out
the words:
"Thisr' she said, holding up the broken
Eros.
She saw how he paled, nervous twitch-
ing about the mOuth-that was all. He
smiled.
''Oh, you have found that" in a pleasant
Yes, have found that" in a hard voice.
"Why do you look at me so fiercely," with
a short laugh. Are you superstltiouS-
and because you have found this little
broken Eros do you think it an omen that
our own love will be broken? ?"
He stepped toward her, but she moved
back.
A CONFESSION.
Yes, it is an omen. want you to an
swer me some questions. want to know
the truth-will you answer me truly?"
Have ever lied TO yOu?
You have not to my knowledge"
"And l will not now" with flush on his
face. "But really"
First, hear me out. l may be wrong; /
pray to God that am but if we do not start
in life together with a clean page we shall
never be happy. When this little Eros fell at
my feet it was like thunderbOlt from the
sky / was stunned. A mist rose before mg
eyes. / seemed in a different place, back in
my room in my home-two years agO-be-
fore l met you" She paused and raised
her handkerchief. "a storm was raging
without. 1 could not sleep. And as l Law
there the sound of heavy breathing fell
upon my ear. A shadow was bending over
me. closed my eyes, and when l opened
them it was still there-a flash of lightning
revealed the figure Of a man."
She paused and looked at him. He tried
to face her accusing eyes, then turned away;
something like a sob broke from his lips
Let me speak" he said in a trembling
voice.
mot yeti When 1 saw that shadow be-
side me l did not cry out or utter a sound.
l closed my eyes. and when | opened them
again l was alone-it had diSa ppeared.H
But he had not robbed youths man
who came TO steal?" be Stammered eagerly.
"Only this was gone" holding up the
broken Eros. She stopped, extended her
hand toward him and cried: Leslie, you
were that man-deny iti'-Swaying INSTEAD
lily to and fro. He lifted his face to speak,
stepped forward; she waved him back.
His lips only gave forth unintelligible
sounds.
"Deny it p she said again.
81 cannot" his voice broken with a sob.
al eannotP
"Then go P'-Ernest Delaney PiersOn in
the Chicago Herald.
AMBER,