Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1896-07-18

duty by her husband. And the men who
are literally living two lives would be
vastly offended IL one dared to cast q
doubt upon the lustre of that which they
proudly call their honorl Dear, dear,
what @ quaint world this is!
1--WE must go away, Stephen" said
Julia, suddenly, after a few minutes.
"Ob, yes, indeed we must. ! should al
ways live in the direst dread OF the whole
truth coming 10 light, and II II ever did ]
should die OF shame. know that / ought
III / was n Spartan good kind of wife
TO urge you to give every farthing you
have to a hospital and yourself to the Law.
But I'm not n Spartan and | think / nevef
was very good, and I can't bring myself
10 do anything except 10 beg that YOU
will give II all up and come away with
ME. to a place Of safety and let M try
to forget that these things, these dread
full things, have ever been; and help one
another to live n good and quiet life in the
future"
He was almost struck dumb by hei
words, by the mercifulness Of her decision
for he had expected something utterly
different. And he laid his head against
her shoulder and made n mighty vow
within his own heart that by hook or by
~crook-uo. God help him. not bv crook
he would turn to different kind Of work
and make two fortunes, one for his wife
to spend as she would, the other that
she might endow some charity with AT
least twice as much as he had ever drawn
from the company with which he had been
associated almost ever since he could re
member.
But | must saw that Stephen Howard
felt no more shame Mt his profession
than did ever any h~ighwaymau OF old. He
was grieved that the wife whom he adored
should be distressed and he was angry
with himself for having placed her In a
position Of some risk-beyond this, how
ever, he only thought 1t a pity that every
thing had come to light.
"Stevie, my dear Julia said, mt last,
there is one question | want ia ask you.
II is about Boil and Mamie. They belong
to this dreadful society, tooY'
81 can't tell y%ou-don't ask me-" he said
In great distress.
but Bob at least does-I am sure OF IT,.
my darling. | beg Of you to let thai
question rest. And pray" he cried, dc
let me implore of you to say no word which
will cast suspicion upon my sister. Prom
Use me you will do this"
yes" she said, II will promise you.
have my W thoughts about 1t, Stevie-l
know what ! think. And now let me sal
just one thing more-it Is that as long al
sou keep faith with me-aud | know thai
you will will never mention this sub
ject TO you again. Let 1t be as IL this dis
covery OF mine had never been made, TO
IL it is constantly being discussed anC
ragged over between us, we shall onll
have n miserable and wretched life, and
indeed, it would be better to part at once.
"Oh, juicy" he cried. chow good. how
generous you are!"
Nay" she answered, with n touch o
her old sarcasm, you had best say moth
ing about that. There's a saying 20,
know, which says, It's easy work buryin.
other folks BARNS so we might read il
It's easy work forgiving other folks
losses" and then, poor girl, the straiI
became too much for her, and she burs
out crying and hid her poor flushed shame,
face upon the breast which in strict jus
tice she ought TO have scorned out whicI
In reality this dreadful trouble seemed
only to have made dearer than it had bee
before.