Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1898-03-17

Offended me, May? Why, what a
ridiculous idea! OF course you haveA't
offended me"
Ell thought your manner some
what different of late," faltered the
young wife, bending her head closer
over her embroidery.
Zone can't keep on the honeymoon
gloss forever" said the banker, indif.
ferently.
Life is full of antitheses; and love
is the strangest complexity in life.
For, as May Harriott grew strength
ened in the idea that her husband was
ceasing to adore her after the old
idolatrous fashion, she began to fall
in love with the one she had married
for money.
Frederick Harriott was not young,
but he was in the prime of middle age.
He was not boyishly handsome like
the wax heads May had seen in the
BARRIERS shop windows, but he had the
port and mien of a prince. All women
are prone to hero worship, and our lit
tie May was no exception to the
ordinary rule. For the first time in
her life she was falling in love-and
with her own husband
A few weeks only elapsed when
crisis in the banking business rendered
it imperatively necessary that Mr..
Harriott should go to Vienna for two
or three months. Poor May looked
aghast as her husband mentioned his
intentions to her in the same cool,
matter -of-fact way in which he might
have criticised the weather.
''Going to Vienna!" she gasped.
''Oh, Frederick"
"My dear child it is a mere baga-
telle of journey! One doesn't mind
travel nowadays. I shall not be later
than November in returning"
''But-I may go with you'll"
s'You? Ny dear, don't think of it.
My travel will necessarily be too rapid
to think of encumbering myself with
a companion. I must go and come
with the greatest speedr'
May said nothing more, but there
was blur before her eyes, sicken-
ing sensation of despair at her heart.
He cared no more for the society which
had been dear to him once. Oh, what
had she done to forfeit the love that
had once been poured out so fondly on
her life?
1t was rainy June twilight when
the banker, wrapped in deadnaught
coat, and with his traveling-cap pulled
down over his eyes, paced up and down
the deck of the steamer Galates, heed
less of all the tumult of weighing
anchors. Through the misty dusk he
tried vainly to catch the ghostly out
lines of the city spires-the city that
held his young wife.
''She will be happy enough without
me-" he told him self, bitterly. "She
has her mother and sister with her.
She babe me adieu without tear, and
it may be that my continued absence
will teach her to think less coldly of
me. Dear little May-sweet spring
blossom-my prayers may reach you,
if my love cannot!'
And, as the steamer plowed her way
onward and the darkness deepened,
Frederick Harriott went below.
To his infinite surprise, the state
room he had engaged for his own be-
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sat there, with yelled face and droop-
ing head. Frederick Harriott paused
in surprise-the figure rose up, and,
throwing aside it's veil, revealed the
blue, starry eyes and pale cheeks Of
May herself!
"Oh, Frederick, pardon mep' she
sobbed, throwing herself into his
arms; ''but could not let you go
alone! love you, Frederick. I can
not live without you! When thought
of you being alone, perhaps ill, in
strange land, 1 thought I should lose
my senses. Dear husband, tell me
that you are not angry with me?"
And she burst into flood of tears.
"My own May-my wife-my Lowell
Close, close to my heart for evermore!"
And that was all he said.
May Haven had married for money;
May Harriott had learned the secret