Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-12-08

IT'S a very bad thing for a young
mans wife to leave him-very bad for
him. she said seriously I've lived
double my age in experience, and
know. It leaves him unsettled. It
sometimes turns the current Of his life
the wrong way. I've shirked my own
duty pretty thoroughly, and the knowl-
edge hasn't added a wrinkle to my brow,
but / am a moral outlaw by nature be-
liev.ng in the happy philosophy that
nothing matters much. You are differ
el- You cannot ignore your response
b.uues without suffering. It's merely a
matter Of temperament, do you under
s,and?'
Perfectly. What am l 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 a
reconciliation. She'll cry over it, and
be in your arms before two days have
passed"
1t was on his lips to say bitterl.-, "You
do not know her. but he checked the
impulse.
She was still his wife, and he must
shield her.
III 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 a little husky--''to forget
o. foolish vt-or,ar,i. b,,ret % ro,,,,or 7
am sorry, deeply sorry, this thing oc-
Cured"
Not another word about it, insisted
Mrs. FentnOr playfully. and. OH by
the way. I have not told YOU about the
house. We have arranged TO rent it,
furnished, to a friend for the remainder
or the lease. You'll only have us 10
bother You a little longer. I've put Off
going away until Tuesday. Marian Will
join me i'm New York on Wednesday.
Ihenew tenant,avery pleasantman and
an artist, viii come at the end OF the
week. Ter would be wise, l 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 thought, and for
ever. 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 darkened sky roll
ed away. a glare Of green at the west.
Not good night" came in a whisper
from Marian's lips. NO, It IS gOod-by
Go0d-hy, my friend
And they stood so, face to face in the
fragrant gloom. the peace Of the hour
crept in, weaving q spell Of separate
ness from the world around them. The
spirit of the night seemed listening to
their words.
But the pease awaited Hugh nothing
Something seemed choking him. Words
We're impossible. The torment and sad
/ ness i'm his eyes deepened into an unut-
I terable farewell
Marian had thrust one hand back
ward, and it clutched at the folds Of a
porliere, but her body leaned toward
him and her eyes rested on his.
do YOU know how much / owe YOU?
Have YOU thought? Everything, yes
everything. Oh, you have been the one
good in my life. You are dear to me.
May not say it frankly? 1 shall miss
you-oh, how I shall miss you. But
that YOU may not suffer, I must so
away"
Then something in Hughs heart
broke through restraint The flood
I gates Of his soul seemed to open, and a
sob that was a prayer carried with it a
part of his life.
Marian
NO don't say it. Don't" And she
turned away. shielding her face against
/ her extended arm. but not before Hugh
/ had read q marvellous thing.
She loved him-Marian loved him.
please 80 away, please co. she
prayed. shrinking from him.
Without q word he went from her
/ presence. blind and deaf to the beauty
of the night