The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-03-28

Fleet
Margory was an orphan, and had
been reared by Harry'a kind parent,
aud from continued association with
him had learned TO read his big heart
10 well that she know who reignod
queen in II long before no had courage
TO tell her. He really never could see
Why she had preferred a plain man
like himself 10 one whom no consid-
cred 30 finished IN worldly graces as
young KnowleG SO Harry did not
like what transpirod, and though too
sensible a man to get jealous at a
trihe, he was not a little perpleXed
when his wife made no mention OF her
business out on returning. As the
weeks went by he came to know OF
her calling there at other times, and
once, on coming home earlier than
usual, no met Knowles at his gate
coming out At heart he had perfect
faith in his wife, but fortune had be-
gun to wrack him on her wheel, and a
matter that he would have thought
little of few weeks before, now had
the power to torture him.
He was grieved to see that his wiIe's
manner toward him was changed. 1t
was not trouble she never spoke Of
their approaching loss, aud he often
found her singing, merry as lark,
but there was no longer perfect conf
dence between them. There was
something she was keeping hid, he
thought Aud Margery did have a
secret, and kept 1.-THE old adage to
the contrary Notwithstanding.
Finally the day arrived on which
the date Of the mortgage expired.
Harry's face had set look. Always in
the way, he thought, when around the
house, watching Margery while deity
clearing up things Everything she
touched yielded like magic, This
morning she was unusually skilful,
and not trace of regret was there in
that sparkling face Of hers.
Harry was woefully cast down. His
clouded face seemed reproach to
her. He had not raised the money,
and could not he said. The squire
offered him an extension of time; he
would not have it.
ut is of no use, said he, sand we
may as we'll be over with it at once.
The little place is not worth more than
the money you loaned me. I will
make you a deed of it, and you may
write that the mortgage is satisfied"
He produced pen and ink, looking
all the time like man about to sign
his own death-warrant Then baby
was hustled unceremoniously back into
his cradle, and Margaret unlocked a
little drawer in her husbands desk,
producing package, and placing it
before the squire, asked him to count
its contents. 1t was found to cover
! the whole amount for which her hus-
baud had given the mortgage.
ut was left me by my Uncle
, Heth, explained Margaret Lawyer
! Knowles was in need of all his shrewd-
ness to straighten the matter out, but
. l paid him round sum for his SER
vices"
Harry called himself slow man,
and it did take him some time to get
the better of his amazement He
had barely succeeded in comprehend
ing the whole, as his wife turned from
the door from whence the squire has
made his exit Then, for the fire.
time, the little woman broke down
She threw herself into the strong ARM
that were ready to receive her.
"Oh, Harry! how could you-hov
could you be jealous of me ?"
He answered not at all, but held he
as one of her own iron vises. Pres
emily he fell to kissing her hair, fore
. head, cheeks, lips, and looking up
2 she saw what she never seen before
on the cheeks of her Vulcan we're tw,
= round big tears.
Harry did not go to the shop tina
day, and baby got sadly neglected.
1t was several years ago that thi
event occurred, and Harry's bird
nest is now called "The Dove cot" b,