Griggs courier., 1897-01-15
FAILED TO KEEP HIS PROMISE.
Domestic Tragedy In which the Hus-
hand Was tho Heavy Villain.

FAILED TO KEEP HIS PROMISE.
A Domestic Tragedy In which the Aus-
hand Was the Heavy villain.
Harry" said Mrs. Hartleigh, the
other morning, with serious lools
upon her face; "are you sure that you
love me the same as you did before
marriage?''
""Why, you little simpleton," ex-
claimed Mr.. Hartleigh, gently pinching
his better half's bewitching little chin;
''what question! OF course 1 do
"And you will keep all promises you
make to me?"
"Religiously."
"And whatever ask of you, you will
do?"
"Yes; that, is to say, darling, every
thing in reason."
"Ah, Harry, in our courtship days
you never thought of reason
mo, probably not" said Harry with
a smile that bore on the border of
cynicism. mo, dear, of course not"
'Then why do you now? Alas! j
fear that you do not care so much for
your Mamie as you used to do.'
Nonsense, darling! I meant any
thing that it is possible for me to do.''
"And you are sure, Harry, that am
never out of your mind? That you
are always, always thinking of your
pet?"
"You are never out of my mind an in
slant while am away, and when am
asleep you are always with me in my
dreams"
"And, Harry dear, can trust you?"
"Always, darling, and with anything.
| OF whom do think or care except your
sweet self?"
"But then, men are SO 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 behests!"
care you sure, Harry?"
"Sure."
81 have q great favor to ask of you,
Harry"
"Oh, that's it; well, it is granted be.
fore it is asked"
"Harry, my love, be careful how you
promise recklessly. It is no common
thing am going to ask of you"
"It makes no difference what it is,
darling, you have my promise"
'sYou may think me foolish, Harry,
but this is such an awful thing to ask
of you."
awful? Why, what in the world
can it be? You arouse my curiosity.
Come, dear, out with it,
'Well. dear, you are sure you won't
think me unreasonable"
"Not bit" y, an:
"Nor exacting?" - ;
"Nix."
"Don't trife, Harry; this is serious
NATTER
Serious? You don't mean that you
have been cooking something's"
"What an idea! No"
COR that your mother is coming tc
live with us?"
''TTarry, you know better than that"
"Then, for heavens sake, tell me
what it isl
81 will. But don't start, and don't
refuse me. Here is letter, dear, that
I want you to mail. 1t is important.
Now, you won't forget it, will you?"
"You silly little goose! And it is
only this? Why didn't you tell me at
once? Of course will do it. I'll put it
in the box at the corner as goby."
"And you will not forget to do it??''
'Forget? Impossible"
20 Harry, you don't know what load
you have taken off my mind. Here it
is, now be sure!"
They embrace and kiss, and Mr.. Hart
leigh goes off with the letter in his
hand, SO as to be sure not to forget to
mail it, and his little wife goes singing
about the house happy in the assur-
ance that she has husband whom she
can trust.
In the evening, Mr.. Hartleigh, after
the customary greeting, discovers
dust on her husbands coat. Proceed
ing to dust it Off with her hand, she
perceives that there is something in his
breast pocket. 'What have you there?'
she asks.
Nothing, that know Of" Harry re-
plies. But mechanically he thrusts his
hand into the pocket and draws some
thing thence with the exclamation:
"By Jove!"
1t is that letter which he promised to
mail.
His little wife bursts into tears. 20
Harry!" she cries; mother told the
truth. The men are all alike. My dream
of happiness is over. My husband has
proved false. Oh, why was I ever
born?"
Mrs. Hartleigh did not go home to
her mother, but in few days she ap-
peared on the street in new seal sacquc
and perfect love of a bonnet.-Boston
Transcript.
Tho Cure Would Follow.
The European friends of the late John
Chamberlain, and he had many, were
panied to hear of his sudden death at