Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-03-28

nnce, sappOlntment-Dut sorrow,
heart sorrow he had never known. She
had. Young as she was, he felt from
that hour that in many things his wife
was both older and wiser than he
IL will do exactly rs you WISH" he
said. "Alrs. Grlerson, will you write
to my mother, and say shall be with
her at the appointed hour? But, re-
member 1t is wholly and solely because
my wife desires IT,"
SO he went. When he came back,
which was almost Immediately, he sat
down beside Silence, and kissed her
without word
"Well, dear"
"Well, my love, l have done as you
wished, and-there is an end OF It,"
"What did she say"
eve Lad neither Of zig an opportuni-
ty of saying anything, She hal, or dis.
covered, important business at Richer
den, and Lett at 3 This morning"
without any Letter or messag1!"
"Without one single word. And
now, my wife, that page Is turned over
Let us close the book and begin
again, Is 1t not best, Mrs. GrlersonT
The old lady hesitated. There were
tears in her kindly eyes.
ut shall be best" said Roderick,
firmly. "Come, my darling, let us
thank our dear friend here for all her
goodness to us. Let us pack up our
boxes and return to Blackhall."
To Roderick, as perhaps to most
men, anything was easier than thing
uncertain. He recovered In spirits
sooner than Silence, who was greatly
distressed, could at all have expected.
Perhaps, like many Of us, having re-
solved to do painful thing, he was
not sorry when fate stepped In to pre-
vent his doing 1t. And he listened pa
tiently to Mrs. Grlersons arguments
against rashly judging what might
have been pure accident or unavoida-
BILE necessity.
"We shall see," he said. an the
meantime, need we say any more. My
wife and have an equal dislike to
talking 1t over. Let us all forget 1t,
and spend happy last day together"
1t was happy, and the next day, too
Mrs. Grierson, who, while consenting
to their departure, had sorely regret
ted 1t, had accompanied him part Of
the way on their journey, and made
1t as easy as she could. Her farewell
words, too, were given with unmls-
taxable, earnest affection. Frederick,
take care of your wife"
He did take care Of her, with an In
stinct new, but strangely sweet. Most
men have passion In them; many have
q kindly good-nature, and a sort Of
ever-craving affectionateness which
passes for love; but very few have that
tenderness that generous devotion Of
the strong to the weak, the helpful to
the helpless, which constitutes the
highest manliness, and which is best
described by the scripture phrase, II
was an husband unto them" Rod
erick had 1t.
Lovely as the day was--one of those
rare late autumn days which in
Scotland make earth look like para
dise-and beautiful as was the scenery
through which they passed, Silence
was 80 tired with her journey that
for the last few miles she lay with her
head on Rodericks shoulder, scarcely
speaking a word, and only rousing her
self when she saw, gllmmering like
stars in the distance, the window
Of Blackhall.
"AhFr she sighed, chat must be
home"
"East or west, home is best
Home is home, be it ever so homely,'"
said Rodericll, as he lifted her indoors,
and sat her in the large armchair by |
the blazingtlTe, seeing nothing, needing |
except the little pale face
which to him was so infinitely dear.
Not until tea was over and her
cheerful smile had fully returned, did |
he notice, among the small heap Of
papers lying waiting for him, the fatal |
we'll known -packet-the Ms. re-
turned.
He tried to, cover it over, and not
let his wife see it, but her eye was too
quick. Vain, too, was the innocent de-
ceptlon of his protest that he fully
expected this" and "did not care"
"But care" said Silence, mourn
fully. And then the poor young things
sat down face to face with their bit
ter disappointment, and tried to bear
1t as we'll as they could.
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