Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-04-14

| my DEAR MRS HALLowELL: Forgive me
but must warn you. Ask your husband why
he stays at his Office every night He will no,
| tell you So you must watch and find out fol-
! 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
if twenty years had been added to his
life. His former jo.lity had gone, and
in its place had come a wretched NOR
| bidness- Looking out on the lawn, he
saw the tree which had been blown
/ over by the wind A bitter laugh es-
capped his lips. Stranger he said,
but it will make me rememb er." So
he caused a fence to be built around
| the two trees. one standing. the other
fallen 'And thus they are to remain, y
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? He might travel. Yes,
tudG was just tlc nc "ouio
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 Frustrated 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 find that her
husband and child had left her. Oh,
how she regretted the outcome of that
fatal night, But it was too late now
to 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.
III.
Fifteen years passed away. and still
there was no change in the relations
to each other of John and Margaret
Hollowen. 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 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-
denly she stopped. took out one, and
quietly, tenderly pressed it to her lips
An obstinate tear would persist in
trickling down her cheek. She
ho -
but moist eyelids betrayed her, and her
father asked: why, little one, what
can tie the matter?"
''Oh, nothing much, papa" she re-
piled.
But must know" he persisted. II
do not like to see my little girl with
ssars in her eyes"
81 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
a flood 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 vespers at St
James instead"
''Al right" he said, ''if you prefer
it"
Arriving at the church they were
ushered to pew, the sole occupant of
which was lady, closely yelled 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