Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-13
Tho marriage went wrong.


The marriage went wrong.
TWAS the old, old, young, young story.
But which of those old young stories?
All, yes! there are so many Of them.
And yet all human tragedies belong to
one trilogy. There are but three kinds
Of wrongs in our lives.
The wrongs a man does to his own
soul or body. or suffers in either.
The wrongs Of man against his brother
man.
The wrongs between man and woman.
This is one Of the old young stories Of
the wrong between man and woman.
1t might be made a very long and
very painful story Chapter after chap
ter might describe the gradual vanish
ing of illusions, the slight divergence,
the widening Of estrangement, the death
of trust, the deceit on one side, the
wearing misery Of doubt on the other,
the dragging march, step by step, day
by day, to the final wrong, the halt on
the hither edge, and the careless, the
desperate, the irremediable plunge at
last.
But the statement of the result is sad
enough. Let all these dreary chapters
be condensed into one.
A fatality preceded the wrong. Ii
was this:
The woman was coarse and the man
was fine. No gentle influences had re-
ceived her in the facile days of child
hood and trained her nobler nature to
the masterhood. Her eyes had been
familiar with vulgar people and their
vulgar ways. Her ears had heard then
coarse talk. Her mind had narrowed tC
their ignoble methods of Judgment. Hel
hearts desire had been taught to be fol-
the cheap and mundane possessions
money, show, titles, place, notoriety-
and not for the priceless and immortal
wages Of an earnest life. peace, Joy and
love. She could not comprehend a great
soul unless its body We're dubbed Ny
Lord on Sir Edwin and wore some gaud
Of q star at the breast or a ribbon at the
knee.
Poor child She was young enough
to BE docile, but after the blind happi
ness Of that honeymoon at Brothertoft
manor the old feeling Of her first inter
view with her lover revived and exas
perated.
Il believe he wants to make me fee
ignorant and vulgar she thought, "sC
that he can govern me. But he shall
not. l intend to be mistress. I'm sick
Of his meek suggestions. No, sir; my
way is my way. and mean to have it.
And so, rebuked by contact with a
delicacy she could not understand, she
resolutely coarsened herself, sometimes
for spite, sometimes for sorry consola.
ton. Her unsensitive nature trampled
roughly on his scruples.
My dear Jane" he said to her al
Brothertoft, could you not instruct
Mr.. Skaats to be little more indulgent
with the manor tenants?"
= Mr.. Skaats' business is to get the
rents for us to spend"
But these people have been used tc
gentler treatment"
Eyes; they have been allowed to de.
lay and shirlS as they pleased. My
property must not be wasted as yours
was
1T is hard summer for them with
this drought"
ut is an expensive summer for us
with these repairs"
Again, when they were re-established
in New York, other causes Of dispute
came up.
~ wish, my dear Jane, f" he said, "that
you would be a little more civil Will
my patriot friends from Boston,"
Il don't like people who talk through
their noses.
Forgive the twang for the sake Of
the good sense"
"Good seusel It seems to me tiresoms
grumbling. hate the word grievance
despise the name patriot"
Remember, my dear child, that ]
think with these gentlemen
Yes, and you are injuring your repu.
taticp and your chances by it. A Broth