The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1899-01-06
HER OWN SALVATION.

"Marricd again - cried Miss Eu-
phcmia Thorpe, clasping her hands to-
gcther.
married again." echoed Miss Cla-
rissa, tipping over her basket of Ber-
lin woods in her CONSERVATION. greatly
to the deli ight of the kitten.
AT his age cried Miss Phemy.
1.-Two and fifty if he's a day
Paul Thorpe's sisters were struck
dumb with amaZement. when, after
10 years of widowhood, he arrived at
the Thorpe homestead with his bride.
ard they were presented to the blue
eyed, timid-looking child Of II. The
Misses Thorpe presided frigidly at the
tea table In vain did the little bride
ecdeaver to make conversation and es-
tablish some sort of social footing, yet
she hardly knew how to begin. Each
time she attempted to start CONVEX
sation the sisters closed up like clans
and lett her and her husband to do all
the talking, They did not approve of
this ridiculous match of their brothers.
and they intended to show both him
and his wife what their feelings in the
matter were. Before the meal was
half finished the little bride had found
that it was useless to make any ad-
vances, as they were all met with a
cold haughtiness that she could not
stand. Her husband tried to cheer
her, but without success so long as she
was in the presence of his sisters.
Paul, she whispered, when at last
she had her husband to herself, IL am
afraid of them. don't think they
like me-"
Nonsense, my dear" said Mr.
Thorpe, stroking down the golden
curls of his child-wife. You will get
along splendidly together when you
are a little better acquainted
"Euphcmia = said Miss Clarissa, as
she sat before the glass rolling her
scanty hair up in paper, "what do
you think of Mrs Paul Thorpe -
II hate her.!
Paul Thorpe had not been married
quite year to his little wife when
Miss Euphemia came to him one day.
Can | speak to you alone, Paul!'
"Of course You can, Phemy; but
what is all the mystery about.' he an
swered, eayly.
That is for you to .jud ye,' Miss
Thorpe answered, primly, "when you
have read the letter"
What letter? Who wrote it p
Zone Of your wife's admirers, prob
ably. found it in the pocket of the
white dress she sent to the wash this
Involuntarily Paul Thorpe glanced
at the letter, whose Signature had been
torn AWAY letter written in a bold,
chirography:
My Own Darling Marian: Your
letter Of V, sterday convinced me more
and more that your love is still mine.
even though
Stop he cried aloul between his
firmly set teeth. "Who darrs to call
my wife his darling?"
'Euphemia, he said huskily, IL
thank YOU for opening my eyes. |
was Il mad fool for thihAing that
child of II could ever care for me-"
He turned away with a face like
ashes
paul y his sister called after aim.
PAUL"
But the door had already closed be-
hind his retreating footsteps.
Paul Thorpe returned no more. A
brief, cold letter to his wife announced
that business of Importance would ne
ces5itate few years residence in Eu-
rope.
But why didn't he come himsclt?"
walled Marian. wringing her little
white hands. Have | offended him!
Have done wrong in any unconscious
way
Miss Euphemia made no reply. The
letter she herself had received by the
same mail contained these words
IL can never see her again. While
she lives | am an exile from home.
leave her to your care. Be kind to
her, for pprh'p Ii is the creature OF
untowar,l circumstances. | will re-
nit all necessary funds regularly.
Your truly. Z. II
Miss Phcmy sat staring at the fire
with the letter in her hand. She had
parted man and wife She had made
them both wretchcd, for in her heart
she believed that Marian loved Paul
Thorpe.
Il dare not tell the truth now. she
Thought. Il dare not confess that !
tore the signature from the letter, and
that it WAS written by that brother Of
hers in Illinois tha, she never speaks