The Florence daily tribune. (Florence, Colo.) 1898-1903, 1899-02-10
THE MAD GODS.
What would the mad gods do
For hate with me. / wonderl
Or what for love with youf

ON a hurdle with his neck broken one
stormy afternoon in mid-November,
having lost those who stopped to proffer
assistance the best run of the season
People shook their heads and remark
ed that young men from the grass coun-
ties who will try to fly the Essex fences
can only expect broken necks as mat
ter of course A fence that begins with
a small ditch and soft take off, CON
tinues with a big built up bank crown
ed by stout staked hazel hedge and is
concluded by nine foot drop into a
chasm like ready made grave on the
far side is not the place to fly. as any
fool should have known and all Essex
| people do know.
So Percy Charrington went home on
n hurdle-all of him that the startled
soul left behind when il set forth ON its
separate journey from the bottom of
that pitiless ditch. and Mrs. Charming
ton, five days later. sat in her widow 5
weeds in the lonely library and gazed
across the sodden, gray garden with
| eyes that looked and saw not
She had been prisoner and now the
shackles had fallen. and behold. she was
| free
Two hours before the heavy Essex
clay fell dead and solemnly upon her
husbands coffin; two hours ago she
turned her face from the past and faced
the future-the future that five days
back had never existed for her Where
fore she sat in her library and was
calmly, steadfastly glad
In having been wretched for three
years she was spared the great misery
she should rightly have felt at her lone
illness. AT moments such as these it is
permitted one to be thankful that all
women do not love their husbands
| Mary Charrington was a small wom-
an, with slight figure, pale face a
little too long for its width, big gray
brown hair. She was four and twenty,
and she had never been sincerely happy
in the whole of her life.
Who are we to cast stone at her
when we realize that she came nearer
to happiness on the day of her hus-
bands funeral than ever beforef
1t is sinful to wish man dead, sin
full to be glad when he dies, but when
that man person has constituted q
barrier between oneself and all pleasure
in life, if it be sinful to rejoice at that
barriers removing. then sin such re-
| joicing must be. and there's an end of
it'll
She had married him three years be-
fs, fs,. 20 r.
the only one She put all thought of
that aside. She said Yes to Mr.
Charrington because he was young and
good looking and loved her and pro-
posed to her and because she was lonely
and poor and tired of all her surround
ings and wanted strong arm between
her and the world. Women marry for
| that last reason much oftener than they
have any idea of
OF course directly she was married
she met the man she was to love. and
forthwith loved him, and suffered as
only these little. pale faced. gray eyed
women can because they have no
strength to rise superior to their love,
nor pride of passion ever to contemplate
cutting the Gordian marriage knot.
The mans name was Jack Collingwood,
and he was barrister. who being
brave man. ran away and went off to
try his luck at the Calcutta bar
Fate was kind and let him succeed
Fate wanted to keep him away from
Mrs. Charrington. and then one day
it forgot and let Percy come to IRENE
diable grief out hunting after which,
having committed blunder. it washed
its hands of the whole affair and said
What must be shall bel"
Fate is a fatalist.
She wrote to her lover; she told him
she was free. 1t was not long letter
but the whole of her life and her love
and her hopes of heaven went out to
Calcutta between two pages of foreign
paper
The answer came back-the answer
she expected and longed and prayed
for. and Mary CharIington made her
preparations, set her affairs in order
and bought her trousseau. walking in
golden world decked with purple and
rose and silver-a world all fair to see.
that had never before been aught but
gray to her
She sang about the big, empty house
she laughed whenever she caught her
own eye in one of the many great mir
rors Once she took off the little white
Grape cap and threw it in.o the air. 1t
was very bad taste on her part but she
was so happy that she had got beyond
refinement
So at the end of six months she book
ed Der passage in the Kandahar to go
Out to him
She said goodby to all her friends
She smiled vaguely and irritatingly at
their slightly stiff congratulations and
their half yelled hints as to the some
what indecent haste displayed. when
Percy's body was hardly cold in the
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