The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1893-06-14

| Auu as soon as IL was all over and
we had left the court, what do you
think he did?"
Went away-America-the Cape
huntinge"
NO." she said. with her pretty lips
tightened over her pearly teeth, "and
I've never given him any cause. He
stood there, outside the court, smiling,
offered his arm and led me to the car
rage"
"Come now, my dear madam" /
erled. The beginning of most
charming reconciliation.
"Was it?" she said, drily. "Wait a
bit. He handed me into the car
riage."
@And went away"
"No; he jumped in and said:
| 'Home!"
"Quite right"
"Of course" she continued, "and l
smiled at him as sank back in the
corner of the carriage. Then he sank
back in his corner of the carriage and
smiled nicely at me, and he did look
handsome, Mr.. Small. 1t was as if we
| had just come from the church once
more instead of from that hateful
courts and as soon as we reached one
OF the retired streets, as he would not
take any notice of my ungloved hand
which / had placed on the seat be-
tween US where he could see it, threw
myself upon his breast"
very naturally" said; "you are
his wife"
"And what do you think the wretch
said?"
Again made deprecatory ges-
ture.
"Oh, he made my blood boil again"
she said, with shiver of resentment.
"tDon't do that, Petals he cried, push
ing me away-Petals was my pet name,
you know. He called me that, he
said, because 1 was so blooming.
Don't do that, he cried, this is a
clean shirt and don't want it crum-
pied. We've just been washing all our
dirty linen in public-now let's keep it
clean.'"
"Horrible!" 1 calculated.
"Yes, and that's a specimen of his
conduct ever since. He was Obliged
to take me home and he has done SO,
and now he is trying everything he
can to make me sue for a divorce.
But won't. I'll have my rights. Oh,
it's horrible. He will not get angry.
He smiles at me before the servants
and calls me darling and dear, and
goes out to dinner with me, and all our
friends think we are quite reconciled,
and all the time we are not reconciled
q bit"
"But does he ill-use youP" I said, as
she waited for me to speak.
Horribly! All this is before the
servants and our friends When we
are alone he is nothing else but cold.
smiling stone. He never utters a
word unless l speak frst, and no mat
ter what I say to him he only smiles.
II l am loving-he smiles; if / am
angry-he smiles. We are quite
strangers in the house and it's getting
unbearable."
"But surely if you give him little
time" suggested.
81 have given him time and 1 can
read him like a book, It's all his
nasty, cruel, torturing, sarcastic way"
"A most painful and peculiar affair"
I said. "But might suggest, my dear
madam, that this is not case for legal
advice; you will excuse me.
Anything if you will only make me
happy once again. Oh, if l could only
make him jealousi"
"Well, can't you?" l said.
"No," she said, naively. eve tried
and he only smiles."
"Then I'm afraid, my dear madam,
that the law cannot help you, without
for some strong reasons the Judge
would grant divorce
@But tell you 1 don't want di-
vorce," she cried, fiercely, aand Il
won't have one. Go through one of
those horrible trials againP No; I'd
sooner die!"
%Then, really. my dear madam"
Il tell you l want my husband, and
! want him punished and taught that
he's to obey the judges order. Now,
then, what is to be done?"
Nothing, madam" said, firmly.
"We deal with the laws of the British
empire and the judge has gone as far
as he can; the rest remains with you"
The Hon. Mrs. Amos rose, seated
herself again, and tore off the damaged
glove, skinning it off, one might say.
and then operating upon the other and
throwing the pair toward the waste
paper basket before taking a new pair
out of her tiny reticule bag and put
ting them on.
@Good-morning, Mr.. Small, she said,
and as bowed her out and held the
door open l felt small-very small, in
deed and 1 began to think that per-
haps after all the Hon. Reginald Amos
had some excuse.
@Well, what do you think of the
demonP" said my partner, entering.
"What temper!" / said.
"TemperP My dear boy, if there
isn't divorce there we shall hear
some day of the Hon. Reginald finish
ing himself off with cup of cold poi
SON."
"If she has not given it to him her.
SELF"
(which she will not do" said Smith
ers. "And there cannot be divorce
there, for Amos is perfectly honor
able gentleman and the lady loves him
lin her way"
"And what a way!" said.
"Yes. One of the problems of life."
"Wel, what's to be done?"
"Humph! Can't say. Yes / can
wait. The human body is entirely re-
newed in seventeen years; perhaps
the human mental organization shares
in the change and then she will be all
right"
"Let's hope so." said; but what a
temper under SO fair skim"
And nature helping her; why, she
ought to have been labeled dangerous.
But it will all come right"
It did; for l met them one day in
Kensington gardens. where l was
walking and smoking cigar with Mr..
| Smithers.
"Hullo!" he whispered, "that's the
Hon. Reginald Amos and his lady"
1t was that fated pair and recalled
the lady's words about her husband
smiling, but she was smiling, too, as
they both stopped to lead between
them tiny morsel, beautiful as the
mother by its side, and this weakly,
strong little creature was linking them
both with its hands.
The Dog Met His Match.