Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1899-11-30
Story Of the Wedding Ring.
By BERTHA M. CLAY.
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passionate tears lasted. Presently she
turned angrily to him.
''You should not have presented such
an offer to me-" she cried. How dare
you tempt me so?" e.
Madam" he replied gravely, II
have but followed my Instructions
neither more or less"
Tell him, this proud lord, from me-"
cried Mrs. Waldron, that / will never
leave my husband-that i would not
break his true, tender, loving heart
for all the wealth in the world. Tell
him that from me. You have made me
i'll. My brain seems turning. Go-leave
me. Let me forget how you have
tempted me, If can"
Mr.. Ford rose She turned away
with low passionate cry, and then
looked at him again, and spoke with a
ring of passionate grief in her voice
Il was trying to be happy" she said
learning to be content; and now you
have come to spoil it ALL"
.d5ne looked so lovely in her pride, her
anger, and her tears. that the lawyer
wished his employer could have seen
her.
Bear Witness" he said, that I have
not tempted you. have simply done as
| was told to do. I will bid you fare
we'll"
She looked as though inclined to de-
tain him.
He hesitated.
viii you take time to think over
/ it?" he asked. "Shall go away and
return in one month from now?"
Yes" she replied, almost inaudibly.
And will you take my advice?" he
concluded do not say one word of
this to your husband until | have seen
you again."
CHATTER X.
There came an evening when Paul
Waldron sat in the beautiful flower
garden, a prey to most anxious
thoughts. The sun was setting, the
birds were singing in the green depths
of the shady trees. He had returned
home early that evening, and had
found his wife, with a sad, pale face,
standing listlessly at the cottage win
dow No tea was prepared for him,
and the smile that usually greeted him
was absent from her beautiful lips. He
loved her too dearly to offer any re-
monstrance-he went up to her and
kissed her.
You are not looking well today, Is
may" he said gently.
He was almost startled when she
flung her arms round his neck with a
low passionate cry, and hid her face
ON his breast.
IOu are not well. Ismay," he re-
peated. Never mind tea for me. Come
out and | will try to cheer you. The
room Is warm-come into the fresh air,
and oh my darling give me one bright
look, or all the world will be dark to
met"
AS they walked along he said to
her
II cannot understand you, Ismay.
You are so changed, you are so vari-
able, my darling, so unlike your sweet,
bright self. One moment you are
here, and with your arms clasped
round my neck-loving. tender. all that |
my heart desires; the next moment you |
ire cool and naughty, as though you
we're a princess, and | your slave. At |
ines you seem to love me, and then
lgain you seem to hate me. One day |
hink you are perfectly happy-you
mile and sing and your face is more
'eautiful than ever in its sweet con-
ent; the next you are silent, sad, en-
.rossed with melancholy thoughts. l
annot understand you. Are you with
olding any secret from me, Ismay?"
She clasped her arms round his neck
nd drew his face down to hers. She
aid that he was the truest, the dearest,
he best of husbands and that she
owed him. and ended with passionate
ears.
He sighed deeply as he soothed her.
What had come to this lovely young
rife of his? He little dreamed of the
errible struggle going on in the heart
e believed to be all his own.
1t seemed to her that her very soul
Ias rent in twain she longed with an
Intensity of longing for wealth. the
ank, the position, the grandeur that
al been described to her
She was not surprised at what she
I'D heard there had always been in
e. mind a kind of intuitive knowledge
hat her mother was a lady. and that
he herself was not in her right place.
t seemed so cruel that she should be
eprived of all the glorious advantages
he had longed for, because she loved
er husband and would not leave him.
How happy she would have been. in
tailed at Bralyn, mistress of that
rand mansion! How the great people
y Che great world would have admired
Ter, What Jewels, what dresses she
would have had? No wonder that
when she thought of all she had lost
The grew sad, silent. and unhappy;
he little cottage became unbearable
hen. the needful economies most hate
III. the husband for whom she had I
acrifced so much, a source of aver
ion
Then sudden fit Of remorse would
eize her: she would prove her love for
lin by the most loving words. the