Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1897-07-02
HIS FIRST WIFE.

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M ADlSON JANEWAY was always
lV pointed out as 'self-tnade man."
and was apparently we'll satisfied with
his own handiwork, for content radiated
from his full face and from his figure,
which had lost its youthful muscle un-
der creeping waves of flesh Mr.. Jane
way had satisfied his ambitions as Tar
as it is possible for man to do it. For
tunately for his content, these aspira-
,tions were of the kind that are most
often realized. He had handsome
wife and three bright children; he was
president of the State bank, an institu-
tion known to be founded on the rock
of sound finance; he had been mayor of
Shewanee, and was member of the
legislature. So much of earthly glory
had fallen to his share.
When he read the obituary of another
self-made man, he always nodded his
head sagely, as much as to say: II Iknow
how 1t goes. / started with nothing
myself" In fact, Mr.. Janeway's cleo
; tion TO the legislature came of the ad-
pjration the electors had for man of
the people. When his constituents hired
band and went to congratulate him,
they found him ready with speech.
He said: "Fellow citizens, will not
try to hide from you my deep gratifica-
tion at the result of the election. l
wanted to be elected. / have wanted q
good many things, and I've generally
got them, but not without working.
started with nothing; did chores for
my keep; went to school when could,
picked up penny here and penny
there; did any honest work that
could find. And where am / now?
President of bank, cX-mayor and n
member of the legislature. thank you,
friends, for your votes, yet feel that
have won my own way; that am one,
private perhaps, in the great army
of self-made men," He bowed, and re-
tired amid loud applause. In another
this speech would have provoked criti-
cism, but one of the privileges Of the
self-made man is to praise his maker
without stint.
|, Mr.. and Mrs. Janeway had but just
come from visit to their own house,
which their architect assured them was
In the purest style of the Gothic renais-
sance. But they were sure, too, which
seemed to them of far more Importance,
that 1t was the finest house in town, and
quite eclipsed Mr.. Morgan's red brick
mansion.
They were to move into 1t at once, and
Mrs. Janeway went about the old house
planning what should be left behind, as
not coming up to the artistic standard
of the new place. "Come here minute,
Madison" she called from an obscure
entry back of the dining-room.
MIR. Janeway laid down his paper and
went to her, followed by Florry, their
youngest child. "What is it, my dear?'
he asked.
Hadn't better pack this away? The
frames so shabby that it isn't fit for the
new house." She pointed to a faded
photograph hanging in dark corner
1t was the likeness of plain woman
with a broad mouth, and eyes widely
separated; the hair was parted and
drawn back from the forehead like two
curtains; watch chain picked out In
qilt encircled her neck, and her lips
and cheeks were touched by carmine
giving the face CHASTITY pretensc oi
life.
Mr.. Janeway stared at ii meditatively
81 hadn't noticed it for long time" he
said.
"Who is that lady, papaY Florry
asked, looking at the picture as II she
saw 1t for the first time.
"Why, Florry, that was my first wife,
he answered. surprised that she had not
known it before.
"Was she my mamma, tooT'
"No, no." he replied, hastily; "sht
was Sarah Deering."
"Wasn't she any relation to ~ thu
child persisted. She was but eight years
old. and the qualifications of kinshiI
were yet mystery to her.
"Of course not" her mother said
rather sharply. "Your papa was mar
ried to her when he was very young
long before he lived here or knew me
thought you had heard that before.
She turned to her husband. Madison
shall lay this picture awayY
Mr.. Janeway looked at her attentive
w.. Was it zeal, or an artistic sense, OF
was there lurking Jealousy OF th'
woman who had come before? "Pacl
It away II you like" he said, turning
away. ut is shabby"
Long after his children and wife wer'
sleeping, Mr.. Janeway sat smoking ant
thinking complacently OF his success
He. Madison Janeway, had begun witt
nothing, and at so he had won the thing
he had longed for at 20. The opening
and closing of the door attracted hi
attention. He looked up.
A woman walked across the room-'
plain woman, with IN honest, ugly fac
and short, thick figure.
"Who are you?" Mr.. Janeway asked
frowning at her intrusion.
"Dont you know me- MaddyY' sh
returned.