The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-04-15

"MY DEAR MRS. HALLowELL; Forgive me
but must warn you. ASK your husband why
he stays at his ONCE every night He viii not
tell you. So you must watch and find out for
yourself. A FRIEND"
With a groan he sank into his chair
1t was all clear now. His wife thought
him faithless and had left him. Well,
let it be so. He would not follow her
All night he sat there in this stupor,
and when morning came he looked as
il twenty years had been added to his
life. His former jo!lity had gone, and
in its place had come wretched NOR
bidness- Looking out on the lawn, he
saw the tree which had been blown
I over by the wind A bitter laugh es-
capped hls lips. "Strange"' he said,
''but it will make me remember" So
he caused fence to be built around
the two trees, one standing. the other
| fallen. "And thus they are to remain, :"
he said, ''as long as-but perhaps she
will always stay away"
A month passed, and still his wife
did not return. The suspense was be-
coming unbearable, and John could not
give attention to his business. What
! could he do? lie might travel. Yes,
that was just the thing! He would go
abroad and take Dorothy with him;
and in a week all save the gardener
and the housekeeper had left Glen
mere.
The fever that had prostrated Marga-
ret ragged for many long, long weeks.
Many times was she near to deaths
door, but the end was not to be yet,
and she recovered, only to End that her
husband and child had left her. Oh,
how she regretted the outcome of that
fatal night. But it was too late now
70 retrace her steps. No. She would
not humiliate herself; and the next
year, even after the travellers had re-
/ turned, still found her and her ward
occupants of her fathers house.
I'LL
Fifteen years passed away, and still
there was no change in the relations
to each other of John and Margaret
Hollowell. In fact, they never had
seen each other since that last parting;
but the old love, though dormant, was
not dead.
1t was Palm Sunday of the year
1S-,when John Hallowell and Dorothy,
the latter now a beautiful miss of
eighteen years, were sitting together
in the parlor of the old mansion of
Glenmere Hallowell himself was en-
gagged with a volume of Edgar Poe's
works, while Dorothy was looking
through pile of photographs. Sud
Il l,A
quietly, tenderly pressed it to her lips.
An obstinate tear would persist in
trickling down her cheek She
raised her hand, and dashed it away,
but moist eyelids betrayed her, and her
father asked: "Why, little one, what
can lie the matter?"
"Oh, nothing much, papa" she re-
piled.
But must know" he persisted. II
do not like to see my little girl with
tears in her eyes"
II was looking at mammals picture
and wishing"
Wishing what?" he interrupted, his
lip quivering.
That the good Lord would send her
back to u.s." And Dorothy burst into
q food of tears.
Don't cry, Dot. Don't cry like that.
We must be brave, dear, and perhaps
it will come out all right. Come. put
on your hat and we will go for
walk"
NO, papa, let US go to vcsperS at St
james instead"
''All right" he said, ''if you prefer
it"
Arriving at the church they were
ushered to a pew, the sole occupant of
which was lady, closely veiled and
dressed in black. Dorothy imagined
that she saw her start when they en-
tered. but John did not notice it.
though his seat was beside that of the