The weekly examiner., 1891-01-17
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SwEred With 9 1r0Wn.
 I will not give her up 1"
 Mrs. Grove turned very pale.
 Then. sir. I leave your house '
 row !"
 As you please madam, If you chdS
 to be so foolishly headstrong, shy
 not try to control you. My lawyer shall 1 make every arrangement for your future
 comfort, Good evening madam" He left the room. Calm as he seemed, 1 she had touched and pained him at the
 last. He had loved her once-nay, did
 he not love her now?- ?-now that the parting between them was really to
 come to pass? And she could give him
 up like this, because she felt little l jealousy of that fair creature who had
 so sweetly called him her friendI Good l Heavenl Of what was the heart of a 1 woman made?"
 Deeply angry and also strangely
 moved, MT. Grove left his house and
 hurried to Portman Square. He was to
 attend Mrs. Norton to the opera that evening and the engagement was an
 imperative one, even in the unusual and
 unexpected state of his domestic | affairs.
 l Passing by the servant who admitted him, he went up to the drawing-room un- announced. His step could not be heard,
 so soft and thick were .the Brussels
 carpets on corridor and floor.
 Thus it happened that. through the l open door of the conservatory, beyond l the drawing-room, he saw tableau that l struck him dumb.
 The beautiful widow standing in the | light of silver shaded alabaster lamp, beside group of orange trees; and at her feet the young. and gallant and l handsome Colonel George Norton, the l cousin of her dead husband and one of the richest and gayest of all her many admirers. Hes hand was clasped in his ;
 her lovely face was suffused with bushes; and as MT. Grove fingered there aghast, he heard her say, MT. Grove! Dear George, how could you think it Love him, indeed Why he is old enough to be my father, and Q mar
 ried mon to boot!' The old proverb in this case was cen l tainly true" Listeners hear no good of themselves.'
 Rapidly and quietly Ellis Grove
 walked down the stairs, and let hin #
 out into he street. And as he turned towards home. his mind was busy con trasting the woman he had left-the 1 womansNwho had only amused herself with him through all these bright be- wildering months-with the gentle, low ing, faithful wife still living, thank God l beneath the shelter of his roof. Had he been mad, or only wicked, to forget her sol His wife his bridei the mother Of his only child! She who had wept so bitterly upon his breast when that child-his gold n-haired LiIly-was taken from them and hidden in the grave! What could there be in his pass ing infatuation for the dashing, brilliant widow. to sever this sacred. lifelong tie?
 Meanwhile Milicent Grove, stung nearly to madness by her husbands Q careless and contemptuouS answer to her passionate appeal, was busy in her dressing-room packing such things Rs belonged strictly to herself, in readiness for her departure on the morrow. Where to go she knew n0t-she cared not so that 1t was away from that now de- kserted and dis osiored home.
 She shed no U. she aeayed no sigh over her stTsnge task, bftworkedS at 1t Abuxily and impatiently, like one who fTonged to see it done. She dispensed with the assistance of her maid, because see wantey to be alone. The last article lid Of the travelling trunk closed. Then she stood up,s with weary sigh, and looked around, to maks sure she had forgotten nothing.
 Her husband had furnished that pretty dressing-room for her, in the early days of their marriage. Not an article had been touched or changed since that hap
  furniture now WAS, that room was dearer to her than any pother in her weHaap- pointed house. For his sake-only for his sakei Again she sighed.
 1 Her eyes fell-upon picture that hung in an3 oval gilt frame above the smentels piece. The portrait of 8 iittte5 girl, ap.i bar rently some six or seven years of age : cherub face with large, laughing blue eyes, and rosy cheeks, and ever smiling %ah kC1
 shower Of golden curls. and dimpled feet and ankles. from which the snowy socks' had been srfat6hed, ans held up by the child in innocentfy nfschievousglee. @@f Her only child ferg little darling Lilly. over whose early death she had shed so many and such bitter tears safe -safe in heaven now And for the first grave had east so dark E. shadow in her house, the almost heart-broken mother l fell upon her knees before the picture. l and thanked God that he. had taken the lsChild from her encirsaing arms. Howin- fnitely meresdreadfut this terrible sep aration mustshavs been. had Lilfy's,in- nocent blue eyes been there to see They were closed forever to the sins and sorrows of earth and open only to the glory and the beauty of the merctful Fathers home Thank God for that .i But oh,s my childA my husband walled the poor agonized heart once 1 more * 7f
 Some one knelt down beside her. as if l in the presence of that little sinless child. A strong arm stole. around her dropping form, and lifted it to. it's own proper place upon. Q manly breast. A dear voice breathed softly In her ear ''Milicent. forgive me IT have been weak, but not wicked; It is all over now.
 From this time forth I am yours. and my darling; and ofH my wife. you must 1 forgive and love me once again. if only l for our little LiIIys sake 1" -. 1I She did not answer him in words. She l flung her arms around his neck, and raised her lips to his. In that meek, loving kiss the past was buried. They l were reunited and happy, and the tran sient folly of 8 season was forgotten and
 forgiven for LiIly's sake.