Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-08-01

WOIU DflEnten up with an
almost holy love light in her eyes. as II
the dark clouds were almost dispelled
by the strong rays of golden sunlight.
And 1t was so. Hers was the not un-
familiar story Of old-a life begun un-
der the most promising conditions. do
nestle happiness and welded unity.
Harold Worthington, the trusted and
trustworthy cashier IN large banking
Institution, had welcomed his bride to
an elegantly appointed home. For three
years theirs was life Of ideal happi-
ness, and when little Marjorie came to
bless their union they felt as If their
happiness had indeed been crowned.
Then came the time when that demon
Jealousy had entered the breast Of Har-
old Worthington, unfounded. 1t is true,
and sowed by the poisonous tongue Of
an envious club man. But the little
seed SO cunnlngly planted grew until
Its thorns ranked and cut deep; and
as time wore on a GOODNESS sprang up
between the once united hearts. Each
was too proud to make humble conces-
sion. and Harold remained oftener and
longer at his club. until finally, after
an open dissension, he remained away
altogether.
Hourly each had longed for the old
happy days Of sweet. sweet home, but
pride-that barrier to so many happy
firesides- pride forbade.
On this particular evening May had
put little Marjorie to bed, and then she
sat down, and, relaxing her self-control,
threw her arms upon the table, and,
burying her white face in them, cried
out:
"Oh. Harold, Harold, IL it had not
been for your unreasonable jealousy,
we might have been SO happy"
So absorbed was she that she did not
hear the ring at the door bell. nor the
footsteps in the hall.
The man who had just entered start
ed back as he saw the bowed form,
then advancing he said gently:
"Mayy'
She started to her feet, and for an
Instant the old glad look Of welcome
sprang into her eyes; then, suddenly re.
Numbering, she drew herself up proud
~ and coldly said:
Harold! You here? 1 don't UNDER
stand. 1t has been so long"
YES" he replied in an equally cold
tone. II am going away for a year,
two years, ten years-I cannot tell-apd
Il have come to make settlements for
your support and Marjorie's education
before leaving forever"
Hush. She must not hear"
He paused, and his glance followed
that of his wife. There, between the
parted curtains, stood a little, white
ROBBED figure, almost angelic in its puri-
ty. Then she sprang forward with a
glad cry of Papa! Papa! 1 knew it
was my papa's voicew
Straight into his arms she sprane.
and was clasped close to the fathers
heart.
The almost heartbroken mother could
bear no more and quietly withdrew.
leaving them together.
"PapaY'
Eyes, darling"
Where nave you been so long? We
have been so lonesome. It made man.
ma cry, and when I said my prayers,
mamma said If prayed hard God
would keep you safe and bring you
home. and oh, papa, He has, He has!
You will never go away again, will
you?" And she twined her little arms
around his neck and kissed him with
childish fervor.
The strong man shook with emotion,
and great sob burst from him as he
bowed his head upon little Marjorie's
neck and asked:
"And mamma-would she wish it?n
"Oh, yes! She will not cry any more
II you stay-mamma! mamma! Where
are your"
Here. dear" responded May, as she
entered the room.
Papa is never going away again.
and we shall have him all of the time.
oh, aren't we glad, mamma?''
May, remembering her husbands
words when he came in, looked at him
inquiringly.
"Shall stay, May?"
Say yes. mamma-oh. say yes.
quick!" cried the child.
Harold" she said, and her voice rang
with truth. las my heavenly father
bears me witness. your suspicious were
most unjust From the
day that met you at the altar your
honor has been as dear to me as my
own, and haze been faithful to you in
thought word and deed. l can only
answer your question by asking an
other: My husband. can you trust
me7"
Eyes, May. my own true wife. My
eyes have been opened, and have