The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1897-04-09
FAILED TO KEEP HIS PROMISE.
Domestic Tragedy In which the Hus-
band Va. the HraNx Villain

Domestic Tragedy in which the Hus-
band Was the Heavy Villain.
Harry, said Mrs. Hartleigh, the
other morning, with a serious look
upon her face; are you sure that you
love me the same as you did before
marriage2"
Why, You little simpleton," ex-
claimed Mr. Hartleigh, gently pinching
ms better haif'S hcWitching little chin;
what a question, OF course do"
And you VIII keep all promises you
make to me?''
Religiou~ly''
And whatever ask of you, you will
Yes: that Is to say, darling. every
thing in reason"
Ah' Harry, in our eourtship days
You never thought Of reason"
No, probably not" said Harry with
"a smile that bore ON the border OF
cynIciSm- No. dear. Of course not
Then why DO YOU noyv2 Alas, I
fear that you do not ear. 30 much for
Vour Mamie a. YOU used 10 do
Nonsense. darling, meant any,
thing that IL * possible for me 10 do.
And YOU are sure, Harry. that am
are always, always thinking of your
pet?"
y ou are never out of mv mind an in
slant while I am away. and when am
asleep YOU are always with me in my
dreams
And, Harry dear. can trust you2'
Always. darling. and with anything.
of whom Ca / think or care except your
sweet sclf2-
"But then. men are 50 changeful.'
Some men. darling: but not Your
loving husband. You will ever find me
the same. always true TO you. always
keeping YOU in my thoughts. always
bent upon pleasing you. always ready
To- respond to your hehests,-'
Are YOU SUR, Harry"
SUR
Il have great favor to ask of you,
Harry"
oh that's II; well. II l. granted be-
fore II Is asked
Harry. my love. he careful how YOU
promise recklessly. 1t y no common
thing I avn going Ia ask of YOU
1t makes no difference what il Is,
darling. You have my promise"
''Nou may think me foolish. Harry,
Of YOU
-Awful2 Why what in the world
can II be- You arouse nv curiosity
Come. dear. out with it
We'll. dear, YOU are sure you won't
think me unreasonable
Not "a bit
''Nor eNscting2"
..NfN''
Don't tribe. Harry; this i a serious
matter
Serious You don't mean that you
have l,,-n cooking something
What an idea, No"
.Or thar. your mother is coming to
/ live with us2"
Harry. You know better than that
Then. for heavens sake. tell me
what II is
Il viii. But don't start. and don't
refuse me Here Is a letter, dear, that
| want Won to mail II s important
Now. YOU won't forget II. viii you2''
You silly little Foosei And 1t is
only thiSe Why didn't YOU tell me at
once OF course I Will do it I'll put it
/ in the box At the corner as I go by
And YOU viii Lot forget 10 do it?''
Forget Impossible
| - Harry. YOU don I know what a load
Won have taken OFF my mind Here II
X. now H. sure"
They embrace and kiss and Mr.. Hart
| leigh goes of with the letter in his
hard. So a. to Toe sure not To forget To
mail II. and his little wife goes singing
about the house happy in the assur-
ance that she has a husband whom she
I can truSt-
In th, evening, Mr. Hartleigh, after
the customary greeting, discovers
dust on her husbands coat Proceed
ing ro dust IL of with her hand. she
| y,arcef,t-= that there IL something IN hrs
breast pocket. What have you there? -
she asks
Nothing. that I know Of" Harry re-
plies But mechanically ne IhTusts his
/ hand into the pocket and draws some
thing thence with the eNclamat ton:
by Jove,"
1t Is that letter which he promised TO
mail.
His little wife bursts into tears %
| Harry" sh.. cries. mother told the
truth The men an. all alike Ny dream
of happiness Is over. Ny husband has
| proved false. On, why was / ever
| horn2"
Mrs.. Hartlcig1h did not go home TO
her mother. but in a few days she ap-
r--ared on the street IN a new seal sacque
and a perfect love OF a Boston