The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-09

from his wife than her nature and her train
| ing We're capable Of
he had married a lovely vulgar fool; he had
tried to make the best of it, but there are
| limits to human endurance
Lil1as was a little frightened but not pen-
| tent.
| Then she tossed her head, and said, to her
self, she would bring him to book
She would go and see her mother.
That lady had not visited in Rosedene
| Gardens.
| on paper that never, by any chance, matched
the envelope and was always folded wrong;
but her bodily presence was tacitly forbidden
| she was quite impossible.
| So, the next day, at breakfast Iias- an
| nounced that she wanted to go and spend a
few days with her mother.
Il haven't seen her for >an age" she said.
And she is my mother
Errescliffe sat silent
He could not exactly entirely sever parent
and child; but, if Lilias went home, she
would return ten times worse than she was
now, fortified by the vulgar and ignorant ad-
vice and sympathy of her mother
His wife, too, in that place, in that COM
pany He put aside the relief that her alb
sence would be to him; he was profoundly
Vexed at the proposition.
.'Well?" she said impatiently.
I would much rather you did not CO. Lily"
Pray, why? What harm will it do me?
My mother is quite as good as yours was
Possibly; but there are other reasons"
What other reasons? I'm not going to
give up to my mother. I never promised
that. She can't come here; so I must go
there"
Il don't say that forbid you to CO." Ernes-
ciffe said; but, 1 tell you plainly, 1 don't
like your going
why not?'
Don't force me to say painful things,
Lily
But 1 want reasons
Very well. Then 1 think your mother and
her surroundings will do you no good She is
we'll meaning, but injudicious, and-ignorant
You want to go to her, less because you are
fcnd of her than becal use you are just now
angry with me, and 1 am afraid she will only
make you more dissatisfied and unhappy"
mood
Il see,'' she said. getting up. You are
afraid mother will sympathize with me, and
blame you-thats it, is it?''
Il might have hoped. Lily, that there would
be NO room for the sympathy you speak of;
might have hoped that you would have too
much self-respect to talk over your husband
and your home troubles even with your
mother"
"Indeed!'' cried She furious. Don't you
talk mel over with your chum, Evelyn as
you call her?''
Ernesc1iffe turned perfectly white, but he
kept his iseHscentrol.
1T seems quite useless he said codly;
trying to make you understand what
good feeling and good breeding dictate AS to
your mother-you must do as you please.
can't absolutely forbid your going to see her,
but l distinctly disapprove of your spending
more than few hours at a time with her.
very we'll You want to separate me al
together from the only person who really
loves me! You don't love me any more
you're tired of me; I'm not lady enough for
you! You don't like people coming here now,
and I'm sure I don't; 1 hate your fine friends,
and hate you!" cried Lilas, her voice ris-
ing to Shrek as she rushed from the room,
banging the door behind her.
Ernescliffe sat motonless his face set like
stone-and stone it was in color, to
the lips
God knows, he had tried his uttermost!
He had been gentle and forbearing, silent
when he was nwardly writing, enduring
stab after stab without wincing, kept away
from the true friend he had, fought
against the forces within him. that were
growing stronger as the love-which never
had been love-faded and died down into
ashes.
What had he done?
What had he left undone?
Faults there might have been but never of
will.
Always he kept steadily before him the
truth that he was the most to blame; that he
had acted with his eyes open, in the teeth Of
advice given by the woman whose opinion he
valued above everything on earth; that the
usual order of things was in his case, re-
versed, and the greater forbearance, the
self1shness, the sef-sacrifce, must come from
the husband, not from the wife
And this was the end of it all.
What could he do?
Separate from his wife-let her go home to
her mother?
Matters could not go on like this, and it
with Liias.
She would accept them in one mood, and
crash right through them in another
Home had become. hideous to the man. His
wifes penitent moods were almost worse than
her sullks, for she was violent and hystercal
and usually finished with bad headache