Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1895-06-27
A JEALOUS HUSBAND.
WRITTEN FOR THE DEMocRAT.l
BY M. R. P.

4 perfect days in June, that Lowell
has so beautifully described IN his
stVision of Sir Launfal."
The sun shone with such splendor
that it seemed Dent on forcing it's
cleaning rays through every dismal
nook and Granny to the four corners of
the earth, and the little blue violets,
the purple pansies and fragrant Sweet
Williams lifted zap their smiling heads
to catch their portion of the sunlight,
and ilsten to the warble of the summerH
birds.
It was such a'time to dispel any fear
or sorrow that might darken ones life,
by the pouring forth of that mild and
healing sympathy that nature alone
can yield.
Or this verynmorning Mr.. and Mrs.
Berkeley sat at the table in their coEy
little breakfast room. MIR. Berkeley
had just finished his toast, and was
looking over his morning paper, when
he heard the cherry voice 1of his wife
calling to him from the veranda.
&c, Harold! do come here! Such
beautiful morning, and all the roses
are opened" and away she darted
down the walk, holding up her dainty
pink gown, with its lace and ribbons
flying.
She stopped at the gateway, where
there were great clusters of red and
white roses clinging to the wall.
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ground as she broke each bud.
Mr. Berkley watched her from the
window, and smiled as he saw her fill
ing her hands with the fair roses; she
one of them, the fairest, he thought.
''What treasure he half whispered.
She had turned to go when hand
some Mr.. Ives, came driving past. ia
his phaeton drawn by two shining
bays.
He saw her, SAILED, and doffed his
hat with bright good morning! She
smiled ia return, and threw him the
bud she held in her hand.
He caught it and placed it in his
button hole.
Mr.. Beckley from the window saw all,
the bow, the smile, and then that
abominable little rosebud.
He scoWled fiercely and clenched the
paper he held so tightly that it fell in
pieces at his feet.
He saw her turn toward the house,
and wishing to conceal ali traces OF
anger, quickly laid aside the torn paper
and took another.
She walked up the steps then crept
softly to the door, and glancing in (at
the open door) threw the armful OF
roses in Harold's face.
One caught in his curly hiar, two on
his shoulders, and the rest fell at his
feet, the fragrant drops sprinkliDg his
face, hands and the newspaper he held
20, how you { O look;' she laughed
"You would make veritable queen Of
roses, sprinkled with the dews from
heaven
"See,'' she cried, and held the mir
ror before his face.
She then proceeded to gather up the
smiling buds, and placed them in {
large vase by the window. All thi!
while Mr.. Berkley sat with out a wore
seemingly engrossed with his paper
but that savage scowl still remained
His wife saw it and guessed the
cause. She was accustomed to all thes'
sulky moods in which her husband wa
SO frequently found.
Their married life had been Shor
but even in that time she had fount
that her husband was madly jealous o
her.
Even before they were married b
had watched her keenly and noteC
every word and smile she gave anothe
and after she became his wife, tn
matter grew even worse instead of bet
ter as she had sincerely hoped.
At first when she saw these fits o
jealousy coming on him, she would fl
to her room and cry for an hour O
more, but 0y degrees she became ac
customed to them. and sometimes ever
laughed to herself at his angry chafing