Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-11-21
AN ONLY QUARREL.

AN ONuI VUAhhIu.
MY DEAR HARRY-Many thanks for
your letter and all the good advice it
contains. know that when man has
got into a thoroughly morbid state
ruthlessly candid lecture is often as
good for him as is slap in the face for
a hysterioal girl. Your motive is truly
kind, and I should be ungrateful if I
failed to recognize it as such.
You point out that it is now three
years since my dear wife's fatal acct
dent, and that, closely as we were
united and terrible though the shock
must have been, others have had to bear
blows as severe and have borne them
with pluck and resignation.
My dear Harry, so far as you know
the facts, your criticism is perfectly
just But until you know them more
fully it is impossible for you to under
stand my feelings Alright. I will relieve
my mind by telling you things which
have burdened my thoughts during
these years and have made it impossible
for me to throw of my sadness.
Alice was killed upon the second an
niversary Of our wedding day. For two
years our married life had been, as you
are aware. one Of unclouded happiness
What plans we made for that second
anniversary took three-quarters Of an
hour to choose present for Alice, and
a great mystery overshadowed the some
thing that she was making for me. Then
there were the invitations to our little
party in the evening, the great question
as to whether we should ask the rector
or the doctor-they were not on speaking
terms-and the debate on the happiest
way Of spending the earlier part Of the
day.
It should be passed in the depths Of
the country, we both agreed. and after
much pondering over the local time ia
bles we settled that the II o'clock train
should take us to Beechwood, walk
and picnic tete-a-tete amid the summer
glories of the forest, tea at the clean
little Barleycorn inn, and so home.
So we settled on the eve Of our we'd
ding day, and then we had our first and
only quarrel.
The circumstances were trifing
enough. A letter had come to Alice,
asking her to pay a short visit, if I
could spare her, to some friends she had
known intimately before her marriage,
"the day after tomorrow. suppose I
was not in the best Of tempers-worried
with business, perhaps, and trifle out
Of sorts-a bit jealous, too it may be,
for one Of the sons Of the house had
been once rival.
AT any rate, when she produced this
letter and told me that she would like
to accept the invitation, some evil spir-
it tempted me to raise objections. I
could see the keen disappointment in
her face, and that increased my silly
petulance and jealousy till I recklessly
launched out in diatribes against her
friends who had sent the invitation. :.
She defended them hotly-for Alice
was always loyal-and SO the day ended
in a cold good night, leaving her panied
and unhappy, and me - thoroughly
ashamed Of suspicious I knew to be
groundless and Of an i'll temper I was
| too proud to confess.
I had wakeful and restless time
that last night. Our disagreement
preyed strangely on my mind, and in
the dark hours assumed quite exag-
gerated Importance. You see for US it
was new experience. A little riff
had divided us for the first time, and !
could boast no more that my wife had
never heard harsh or bitter word from
me.
In the morning there was still q cloud
between us. ! knew that I was in the
wrong, and yet would not own it even
to myself. Alice gave me one little visit
full look, expressive Of timid hope
that my mood had changed. ! saw that
look, and for . moment felt impelled
to fling my arms round her and ask for
giveness. II only I had yielded to that
impulsel- gave her one cold kiss. To
think that it was the last I ever gave
her, living or deadl
While I was dressing my eye fell on
the small case containing the bracelet
had bought US q present for my wife.
picked it up, hid it in my pocket, took
It down to breakfast and, fool that
| was, never gave it to her.
opened the letters, which were
mostly on the business that was worry.
ing me. The rest / pushed irritably
away. opened them afterward, and
do You know, Harry, that in one Of
those parcels was the gift that my wife
had been working for weeks to make
for me.
We breakfssted almost in silence, but
after the meal was over she rose and
came softly round the table toward me.
Then she put her dear hand on my
shoulder 20 lightly a. II she feared Ia
offend, and, bending down, she said
pleadingly, Wont you let me 60,
Charlie?" And !. or the devil that pos
sesaed me, coldly answered, "You may
please yourself. =
Harry, don know what you will
think Of me when you read all this.
You cannot condemn my brutality more
than do myself. Don't judge me too
hardly, Harry. did not know how
short would be my opportunity.
Half past 10 came Our trap drove ~
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