The record-union., 1892-03-12
Mtareuntrrpus.

an open quarrel, dignity forgotten, hatred
uppermost, words said that should never
have been thought, and the insulted wife
left her intoxicated husband, yowing she
would never see him more. In broad
daylight she crossed the threshold of her
home, stranger, and worse than q
stranger. She called a hanson and told
the driver to go where he liked. Instinct
lively across her whirl of passion and
fury came the memory of the man with
the lmperturbable face and adamantine
manner. Surely he would be kind to her
now. Was not her marriage his doing,
was he not responsible for its unholv
issue? So she drove to his dwelling and
was face to face with him once more; not
blushing, timid creature this time, but
bitter, outraged wife. There were no
tears, no stammering now. She told him
plainly and hardly how things had hap
pened, then held herself erect, waiting for
him to speak.
II am much distressed - he said, show
can help you? Why have you come to
me?"
Her passionate eyes flashed. Her heart
was throbbing with mad, insensate mis-
cry, and her whole being was craving for
one word of sympathy.
Il thought" she replied distantly,
''you might be able to tell me where /
could go. will never go back to him"
Never is long day." he said, quietly,
50 quietly, ''the whole of time does not
own reason will tell you that it is to your
home and your husband you must re-
turn"
Never" she repeated, hotly, clench-
ing her little white fist.
''We will see," he said softly, but
firmly, and never relaxing from his old
| reasoning tone, he showed her how she
~ nI TO- t..14 fc nE,r l.,
own self-respect to endure the inevitable,
and to endure it bravely.
And she who was hungering for some
one TO respect, some one to believe in,
drank III every word, and promised to
obey.
II may come and see you again ?" she
asked humbly as she rose to 90.
Il leave England tomorrow for many
years." he replied, with no infection of
regret in his voice; he had schooled him
self too we'll.
Well-trained in obedience to his church
was Father st. Aubyn, but in his heart
was an acknowledged wish that he had
not to relnquish the work which now
lay passive in his hands.
$50 home now," he said, with shade
more feeling, land believe me you will
never regret having done 500
Her eyes were dry, but her heart was
| heavy, as she once more ascended the
staircase OF her home. She was met by
frightened servants, who told her Sir
EVerard had died in a fit of apoplexy
soon after she had left the house.
HE told me to endure, to bravely en-
dure," was the one thought vivIdly pres
ent to her mind during the trying days
which followed and the early period of
her widowhood; and it was the same
thought which made her force herself to
take up again literature, philanthropy
| fl,Saf IL e
everywhere as one of the women of the
period, till she was run after by the best
and the greatest, and was honored by the
public with distinction seldom con-
ferred on her sex-a memorial statue
while living. Yet, would he who was the
immediate cause of setting that splendid
brain to work, would he have been salts
fed with the result? L fancy not; be-
! cause she was was a spiritual failure, if a
social success. ss.-Gentleman's Magazine.