Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-12-26

that's an end of it. don't care brass
pin about her, but like you, and in
case you shouldn't see your way clear
you look as if you could be hot headed
at times-I've undertaken the pleasant
duty Of pointing it out to you"
She nodded her head at him and
leaned forward.
cts very bad thing for young
mans wife to leave him-very bad for
him, she said seriously "I've lived
double my age in experience, and I
know 1t leaves him unsettled. 1t some
times turns the current of his life the
wrong way, I've shirked my own duty
pretty thoroughly and the knowledge
hasn't added wrinkle to my brow,
but am q moral outlaw by nature, be-
lieving in the happy philosophy that
nothing matters much. You are differ
ent. You cannot ignore your response
bilities without suffering It's merely
matter Of temperament, do you under
standf"
Perfectly What am to do?"
Come now, not that listless tone.
You are to write to your wife tonight,
urging her to return. You are to write
letter that will soften her heart, make
her realize that you need her. You are
to offer the most gracious terms for rec
onciliation. She'll cry over it, and be
in your arms before two days have
| passed.
1t was on his lips to say bitterly, "You
cso not know her," but he checked the
impulse.
She was still his wife, and he must
shield her.
"I'll do what you advise, Mrs Vent
nor; it's very good of you"-and he
started up, for it was unbearable to sit
there longer-"very good of you"-and
his voice was little husky-"to forget
foolish woman's burst of temper I
am sorry, deeply sorry this thing oc-
Cured"
"Not another word about it, insist
ed Mrs. Ventnor playfully. "And, oh,
by the way, I have not told you about the
house, Wehaye arranged to rent it, fur
nished, to friend for the remainder of
the lease. You only have us to bother
you little longer. I've put off going
away until Tuesday. Marian will join
me in New York on Wednesday. The
new tenant, very pleasant man and
an artist, will come at the end of the
week. It-er--would be wise, think,
to mention our approaching departure
to your WIFE !"
These words meant only one thing to
Hugh. The woman he loved was going
away sooner than he had thought, and
forever. Better so, but his heart was
like ice.
He said good night to Mrs. Ventnor,
and Marian met him ON the threshold.
She went with him into the hall and
stood by his side The door was open to
the lilac scented air that swept in in
moist breaths The darkening sky rolled
away, glare of green at the west.
"Not good night, came in whis-
per from Marian's lips. "No, it is good
by. Goodby, my friend"
And as they stood so, face to face in
the fragrant gloom, the peace Of the
hour crept in, weaving spell of sepa-
rateness from the world around them.
The spirit Of the night seemed listening
to their words.
But the peace ayailed Hugh nothing.
Something seemed choking him. Words
were impossible. The torment and sad
ness in his eyes deepened into an unut-
terable farewell.
Marian had thrust one hand back
ward, and it olutched at the folds of
portiere, but her body leaned toward
him and her eyes rested on his.
Do you know how much I owe you?
Have You thought? Everything Yes,
everything. Oh, you have been the one
good in my lifel You are dear to me-
May I not say it frankly? I shall miss
you-oh, how | shall miss you. But that
you may not suffer must go away. )"
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