The times., 1898-07-31

MY. my" he chuckled with a clumsy
! effort at being coquettish in turn, ''and
what is TO keep you from being hap
py. nay dear? You knew how l lived
when you married me- and you took me
for better or worse. No, my dear. we
don't bulge. The life was good enough
for your cousin Maria and it will have
To be good enough for YOU"
Once on the other side of the great
wall the visitor made such generous use
OF her knowledge that pretty soon all
Cairo knew quite as well as Mrs Shaw
did that she had married her husband for
his money and been very beautifully
caught for her pains.
For while they were seen pleasant
evenings ON the principa! street. loiter-
ing arm-in-arm, for the new wife made
brave fight for supremacy though sh
feared from the first that fighting Peter
Shaw with feminine wiIes and graees was
literally butting her head against a stone
wall; but there are some things in life
that make woman grateful for a stone
wall 20 butt against; and she meant to
keep up her warfare TO the end She
soon began to show for it, however, fo.
day by day she grew more fragile, the
lines in her face deepened into ruts and
her eyes began 10 take on such a droor-
ing, harried-out expression that Cairo
really began to stir self into excitement
enough TO call Mr.. Peter Shaw very hard
names
She had been a bright worldly-wise lit
lie woman, with an income too meager
10 live on, even with the most rigid care
She adored her pretty, helpless young
daughter, and in looking anxiously about
her for some means of bettering their
condition, she had remembered the rich
old man. who had been the husband of
her cousin. After she had married him
the one rock of salvation she clung to
was the knowledge that he must soon
die; and even if living with him killed
her, as she began 10 fear, at least he
would leave his money to her daughter
But even that refuge failed her when
she became conscious that the shrewd old
man saw through her motive in becom-
ing his wife. True, he seemed fond
enough of the girl. but how was she to
know that he was not deceiving her into
tranquility only to will his money to
strangers at last? The fear worried her
into a fever and the fever made her
sometimes hate even the sight of her
child.
But for you.' she would cry fretfully.
81 would not suffer this crucifixion." And
the girl would throw herself beside her
mothers chair in tears and the changing
heart would be convulsed with repent
ance.
My dear, whispered the 0lu man 10
the girl one evening they sat by the
twilight of the window, while the invalid
lay in a fevered sleep on the lounge.
Don't We fret like this; it's no good
that's what she's doing and It's only put
ting her in the grave
He laid his hand on her head and the
girl looked up squarely in his face. Some
thing she saw there encouraged her for
she took the sturdy old fingers and held
them moment between her own.
My mother is very ill., she said in a
quick, suppressed voice "You heard
what the doctor said-she must have
change or she will die"
And she shall have It. my dear, but
my, my, it's stupid for a woman to work
herself up like that just because she
doesn't like her house."
"Why couldn't you have moved to
please my .mother?" g
Hey, hey. why couldn't she have been
contented to please me, If she married
me for myself, as-she-said-she- -did?"