The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-05-19

would nave put inc tnou2ht away rs be-
ing too trivial for his smart, up to date
mind
| He did not notice that rs she encoun-
tered his gaze all the glgdness died out of
her face, and he knew not that the care
less Indifference she saw in it entered into
her soul with intolerable anguish.
81 am not going to bore you with my
company for long" he said, leaning
agaiSst the mantelpiece.
"You know you don't love me, Phil.
| Why don't you tell the truth and say you
don't intend being bored by mes" she an
swered quickly.
Zone doesn't always like to say what
shoulders.
~ do bore you, thcnS" she asked.
"You bore mo when you ask such q
stupid lot Of questions"
His wife's lips trembled and quiycred.
"DO you know what people are say
ing:' she went on slowly. IT hear It
wherever go, though, of course, I'm not
supposed To. Shall tell you what 1t lisp"
"Please yourself.
"All right, I'll tell you then. It's only
that you are tired to death of me and re-
peDt your marriage from the bottom of
your heart. For once people tell the truth.
Don't theyy'
She pushed her hair back from her fore
head with weary little gesture, and her
husband burst into a boisterous laugh.
eyes, for once people have hit the mark
nearly in the right place." he said, with
an angry flash. Have you any more in
teresting news TO tell me before gos''
"Is that Interestingly should have
thought it dreadfully stale to you who
have known IL SO long, and besides 1t Is
such an everyday thing heard some one
whisper today that IL was quite q COM
mon ocourrence-not at all unusual"
She laughed softly and raised pair Of
shining eyes tn his.
Let me have a good look at you,
Phil, she said, fitting her head slightly
to one side and regarding his fair,
handsome face with q smile lurking round
her mouth.
What good looking boy you are!"
she whispered, "even when you are an
gry."
Greville made her mocking bow, but
she only smiled that strange little smile
! again aud stood on tiptoe and placed her
small hands on his great, broad shoulders.
GOOD night" she said. II know you
are longing to go, and wouldn't keep
| you against your will for worlds. Good
night. And, oh, Phil, I'm awfully cory
! smoked" She raised her pale little face
to his, but with q muttered growl he
pushed her roughly away from him.
"No, I'm banged II will kiss you after
| your remarks" no Dried scofflngly, and
strobe out of the room with quick, angry
strides, banging the door behind him with
considerable gustO
Though Phil Greville's conscience was
q very minute one, 1t gave him little rest
that evening, and as he wended his way
homeward n few hours later he had the
good grace to feel rather ashamed of him
self.
What a brute she must think mep' he
muttered as he let himself into the house,
and indeed, to do him justice, he thought
himself one also.
;It's pity she's so tender hearted" he
continued, hanging up his coat, "because
Tn really awfully fond of her, though /
was too bad tempered to tell her so when
she told me what people were saying"
He crossed the hall and noticed a streak of
light shining underneath the drawing
room door, and, somewhat surprised, he
turned the handle and entered the room.
He paused OH the threshold, and an OK
clamation broke from his lips for on one
of the lounges lay his wife, apparently ir
a deep sleep.
GOOD heavens! What brings her here
at this unearthly hour?" he murmured
and walked across the room softly and
| stood looking down at her with new and
unaccountable tenderness stirring within
his heart. How fair she seemed to him
| in her childish white gown, with one arm
| thrown lightly over her head and the
other lying carelessly on the crimson vel
! vet cushions-how fair and fragile!
Her beauty struck him more forcibly
than it had ever before, and he mentally
compared the pure, high bred face which
| looked unnaturally pale in the dim light,
| with the coarse, painted and berouged
| faces he had seen ut the music hall that
night.
great wave Of regret swept over his
soul with overwhelming force. 1t seemed
to strike him how terribly he had neglect
| ed her, how cruelty no had treated the
frail, clinging little creature, and he bent
down and gently pushed the soft scented
| hair from her forehead and pressed rev.
ercnt kiss on her smooth, rounded cheek,
but he drew back with a cry Of terror.
Her face was cold-icy cold-and the blood
seemed TO freeze in his veins
He placed trembling hand over her
heart. 1t was quite still-deadly, horribly
still-and with a groan of agony he re-
mcmbered that her mother had died of
heart disease.
He fell On his knees beside her silent
| form and took her little cold hands In his
| warm ones, calling to her in wild accents
| Of despair to speak to him. But tho softly
parted lips did not answer, though smile
seemed to hover round them such as one
sees on child's face when asleep, and the
darkly fringed eyelids did not quiver at
his passionate caresses.
Through the easement faint gleam of
light shone pale and yellow, showing that
q new day had dawned for the living and
for tho dead. Queen.
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