Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-03-31
TIRED OF HIS WIFE.

"Horacel'
A tall, handsome man, with dark eyes
and wavy black hair dropping over fore
head white as wax bent carelessly to receive
the kiss that fluttcred on her lips.
"There, Alice, there-that will do You
tire me to deathw
ado |, Horaces You did not say so oncer'
II am sick and weary of these absurd
demonstrations, DO, pray, use a little com
mon sense"
you have been hunting all day, dear, D
she said, trying to assume sprightly air,
so you haven't heard the newsp"
"News-no. What news is thereY"
"Old Mr.. Wayne is dead
dead, is he? Are you certain, Ahcei'
In tone Of savage exultation: 80 the old
man is dead! Dead at lastr'
"What do you mean, Horacer
Meant Nothing. Don't poster me with
your ever lasting questions, Alice. | am
not in the most indulgent OF amiable OF
moods tonight, young lady, as you may
chance to find out if you are not pretty
careful"
81 am very sorry you don't feel kindly
toward me tonight, Horace" said Alice
with quivering lip, 'for-for-T'vea great
favor to ask of you. Horace-dear Horace
why will you not publicly acknowledge
our MARRIAGE If you knew the false posi-
ton in which II puts me; the misery | en-
dure; then--
'Silence have told you often enough
how sick | am of these pretty hysterioal
airs and graces, and now ] want you dis
tinctly to understand that shall tolerate
them no longer. will acknowledge you
as my wife when and where please, and il
II ah Il III.
should like to know how you are going &c
help YOURSELF
He took up the haring light and went
up stairs to the room he occupied as "gen
tleman boarder" for the shooting season
leaving Alice a still picture of white, mo
tioniess despair.
"He cannot mean it! Oh, no. no! He
never, never can mean itp' broke in inco
herent syllables from her cold lips as she
clasped her hands tightly together in the
awful silence Of the lonely room.
Meanwhile Horace CalthorPe, in his own
apartment, was quietly packing down one
or two indispensable articles into small
valise, the lamplight streaming redly on
face that bore somewhat of demonac exul
tation on its faultlessly handsome features
1.-THE evil ones own luck, " he muttered
to himself, hurriedly turning over bundle
of papers. THE certificate here in my OWL
hand-the old minister dead-the only wit
ness killed before Wilmington The mo
mentary fancy had like to have cost me
dear. But it's all over now, | can go back
10 New York and win my way once more
into Virginia's good graces. Broadway and
an heiress are certainly my natural eie
ments wonder il can catch the 10 O'Clock
night express at Paadington. It's long
walk, but think might manage it,"
upon the whole, my dear, | think its
altogether the best thing you could have
done. Grovedale is dull. There's no de
nying that, and since it's absolutely neces-
sary for you to earn living New York IL
the place to do it in"
Alice Calthorpe sat by the window won
dering vaguely if she should ever become
used to the ccaseless thunder of omnibus
cart and carriage, or If the heavy, vaporou.
smoke would ever change 10 a blue. deli
cious atmosphere like that which hung over
the mountains of Grovedale.
And all the time, close to her beating
heart, lay the one thing dear to her new
hfe-the scrap of torn, uncompleted letter,
with Virginia Cievington" carelessiy pen
ciled again aud again on the margin.
Virginia Cievihgtoni Some unmistak
able instinct in her woman's heart told hel
that this was the rival who had stolen away
her husband-perhaps unconsciously. Viz
ginia ClevingtoD She would find, though
she persisted in the search.
"And what are you going to do, my
dearY" questioned the good Grovesalt
neighbor, who was now thoroughly domi
ciled in the great throbbing heart of New
York.
81 heard of n capital chance only yester
day. Would you object to bein kind o.
companion Not exactly lady's maid, but
more exclusive lilseY For" went on the
worthy woman. Miss Cievington's dress
maker was here to tea last night, and she
told me-
"Clevington--M Miss Clevington?"
Alice was attentive enough now. She
had risen to her feet with white, sickly
eagerness, elingiag TO Mrs Humans hand
as a shipwrecked mariner clings to a float
ing drift Of sawed.
"Yes do you know herr"
~ have heard of her Yes, have heard
of her 1 should like TO be Miss Glowing
toms companion. Where does she live'
Let us go to her at oncep'
Virginia Clevington had just come in
from a drive-come in with cheeks tinted
like ripe peach, and her brown hair tossed
about by the fresh wind, and stood there,
with the little gloves half pulled from her
fairy fingers, a lovely picture Of giriish
beauty in it's prime.
Yet no more beautiful to look at than
the pale girl who was sewing in the shadow
of the emerald silk curtains. Only over
one had swept the equinoctial tempests of
HES sharpest grief, while the other knew
but calm and sunshine.
you're tired, Alice, dear" said Virginia
Clevington softly Put by your work
rest little while"
1t was part Of her benign nature TO be
sweet and tender to all created beings, but
10 Alice the words of sympathy were mex
pressibly grateful.
She dropped her head on Virginia's sooth-
ing hand and burst into tears.
"Alicep'
at Is only the sharp pain at my heart"