Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-05-06
That Widow.
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OF fond, admiring tenderness at the brigh
/ eyed, dalnask checked little woman wht
/ was industriously brushing his coat.
As she gave il n shake to complete tn,
process Il letter fell from one of the sid,
pOckets-a letter addressed TO ''H Match
, ley, ESD, in dainty feminine handwrit
/ ing.
"A letter from ladyI" she cried out
the merry sparkles of mischief coming
into her eyes 'Oh, Hugh, who is she?'
That is my secret, Mrs. Matchley," h,
returned, with assumed dignity.
Is it OH business
Certainly it is on business" he an
swered Give ne my hat: there's
/ darling. And now goodby until
I o'clock
/ Mamie Matchley had been farmer
/ daughter, and although she had lived il
! the city since her marriage with the thriv
| ing young lawyer, her heart still longet
/ for the scent of apple blossoms and new
mown hay with an indescribable yeartling
/ As she glided around the room, inten
| on her various household duties, knocl
sounded at the door,
Its that tedious, gOssiping old Mrs
Bonneau, said Mamie to herself Nov
/ l am in for an hour of neighborhood news
| Good morning, Mrs Bonneau Are yol
well today?''
II am tolerably WELL" she answered
gloomily-"as as well as one can be in thi
vale of tears"
why, what S the matter now?" Nanni,
asked repressing smile.
"Do you mean, Mrs. Matehley. thai
you have never suspected the presence o.
the canker worm that is gnawing at tn,
bud of your domestic hsppiness?" asked
| the old dame
"What in the name of common sense dt
you meanS"
"Ah, these wives-these innocent, de
luded, unsuspeoting wivesp she groaned
''If you had disguised yourself this morn
ing, Mamie, and followed your wretohet
| husband to what he called business
"Well?" gasped Mamie.
You would have seen sights that would
have curdled the very blood In your veins. y
"What sights?" gasped poor Mamie, in
voluntarily remembering the mysterious
letter and feeling herself grow red ant
pale under the answering goggles of he1
torturer.
well, If you really insist" said Mrs
Bonneau, evidently enjoying the moment
81 must tell you. was at the Andes no
tel not Is minutes since-dear! deari tt
think that I should have to tell the tale
and he came there, all smiles and sweet
looks, to see the bold faced widow moi
dressed in decent mourning" with 6
downward glance at her own funeral ha
biliments, "but all streamers and jet clasps
and necklaces / sat in the corner with
%Lat I,
niZe me-
g The carriage is ready, Mrs. Arnott,
said he. Pray let us lose no time-my
wife suspects nothing as yet And II
you'll believe me, away they went in a
carriage"
81 do not believe it, broke from Mrs
Matchley's lips
''But 1 asked the waiter afterward.
'Lor', ma am, says he, that's the gent as
has been coming to see Mrs. Arnott every
day for week
II don't wish to alarm you, my dear,
but if they have eloped you won't have the
least difficulty in obtaining a divorce,
Goodby, my dear. I'd stay longer, only
have an appointment with the dressmakel
at H. -
And away rustled Mrs. BonnealI, leav-
ing musty smell of Grape and dye behind
her, while Mamie stood looking blankly
out of the window as if the sunny sky OF
her young life were turned TO leaden dark
ness already
He will come back to me if he cares for
me, +" she kept repeating TO herself. HE
said he would be here at 4, and if he comes
not / shall know that he has ceased to
love me. :"
How slowly the hours dragged along!
How spiritless it all seemed to poor Nam
niei And when the hour of drew near
an awful dread came upon her lest she had
looked her last upon Hugh's face.
But punctually as the clock struck 4 her
husband appeared in carriage.
''Oh, Hugh, Hugh, am so glad.' she
cried incoherently as the open barouche
drove up TO the door and she saw Hugh S
dark eyes shining cheerily from beneath
the shadow of his broad brimmed Panama
hat
Mamie, what ails your" asked Hugh
as he alighted and handed his wife into
the carriage and little Allie climbed up on
the seat to look into her mother heavy
eyes and cried:
Mamma sick? Mamma feel bad?
aiil6 SO SOTTN.
At that moment the carriage stopped in
front of pretty little cottage literally
veiled in crimson roses and spice scented
honeysuckles
''Oh, what lovely place!" cried Nan
ME, reused for an instant from her melan-
oholy torpor
''Would you like it for home, Nan
nic?' asked her husband
Would you like it? Oh, Hugh! But
you know we. can't afford such place"
Cant we, though" said he. his whole
face radiant with happiness and triumph.
"'But we can. 1t is yours, Mamie
"Mine?"
II bought it this morning, and here
comes the lady who owned it. Mrs. Ar
nott," as an elderly person in black and a
widows cap came out, this is my wife"
Hugh, oh, Hugh, this was Mrs. Bon
neau's widow, them
"Mrs Bonneau's widows My dear,
what do you mean:"
And with scarlet blushes of shame Nan
ME told the story of Mrs. Bonneau's gos-
sip and her own foolish jealousy.
"While all the time you were planning
to give me pleasure, she sobbed. Dear
Hugh, will you forgive me?''
And Hugh fOrgaye her.
''If you will promise never TO be jealous
again, Mamie. New York News.
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