Deming graphic. (Deming, N.M.) 1903-1948, 1903-04-08

Dorothy had been married two
years. She had always been senti. I,
mental and her heart was full of 70.
nance Her emphatic statement that
her life would be an eventful one, had
so far been untrue, and to-day as she
sat curled up in an easy chair before
the window watching the ceaseless
rain as It fell drip, drip, upon the
stone pavement, she felt Il would al.
ways be untrue. The rain seemed to
be beating on her heart, and few
tears forced themselves down her
feverlsh cheeks, for Dorothy was actu.
ally sad; she who had always been
noted To-, Ter happy, hopeful nature.
But for the moment she had forgotten
her comfortable surroundings and her
devoted husband, for Jack Hunting
was slave to his pretty wife.
The day and hour was not apropos
for remembering her blessings and
how she had worshlped her Jack
when she married him, and how his
kiss had thrilled and throbbed
through her whole being, in an &C.
stacy she could not fathom. Her eyes
were now fixed and smile was on
her lips as she thought Of Ned Wiley,
her old love; they had never been reg.
ularly engaged yet they and every one
who knew them expected them to
marry. How handsome he was, and
how she had loved him; he had al
ways been her hero since she was a
mere slip Of girl. Thus she would
try to convince herself that she had
made a mistake in her marriage, and
- she had never loved Jack as she
- Ned. and that the only honorable
thing to do was to tell Jack so, and
20 back TO where Ned was; although
1t had been several years since she
saw her sweetheart Of childhood days.
Presently she came to earth with a
thud. What right had she to wander
thus; her thought should ba entirely
for the man whose name she bore. lie
is so good to me, she murmured and
she tried to concentrate her thought
wholly upon Jack, the noble fellow
who believed in and trusted her so
implicitly AS though her thoughts
had come to lfe at that moment Jack
came up the front steps whistllng.
SprInging from her seat the young
wife hurried to the dressing table,
where she smoothed back her hair and
gave several dabs Of powder to her
red eyes.
The door opened and CHEEKY voice
inquired, How Is my little girl to.
day." and he kissed her tenderly. 20,
Jack, am so glad you came home
early, and-and--"
And what, my child?" as he felt
her arms go about his neck, her form
Quivering with suppressed emotion.
What is It my girl? Are you not well?
Shall we 90 to the theater tonight
and have little supper afterward or
is there something else you would
like better?" and a distressed look
came into the mans eyes as name.
less fear seemed to be Juggling at his
heart. At last she felt as though she
could stand the strain OF the situation
no longer. 81 am homeslck. Jack she
cried, "and wish could 90 pack for
a little visit"
a relieved sigh broke from his lips
as he joyously said. Why, Of course
you can go. dearie; get what ever
you need and have the best time you
ever had in your life
Dorothy had been back to her old
home for several days and once more
she seemed bachelor maid. with
friends coming and going, parties ana
rides and a constant reminder OF old
days.
She spent few days with Violet,
an old Chum. Violet listened to all