The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1903-10-29

z" se''V WY silpDlng away from her.
Is'.1'Robert,R she said. one evening. ~.
mug opposite 10 her husband, "have I
fonended youg'
book. ~
Offended me, Graceg why, what a
ridiculous ideal OF course, you haven't
offended mew
III thought your manner was some.
what different OF late," faltered the
young wife bending her head closer
over her embroidery.
zone can't keep on the honeymoon
gloss forever" said the banker. indif-
ferently.
Life is full of Inconsistencies. and
love is the strangest complexity in life.
For. as Grace Harland grew strength.
ened In the idea that her husband was
ceasing to adore her after the old idol.
atrous fashion, she began to fall in love
with the man she had married for
money. Robert Harland was not
young, but he was In the prime of mid.
die age. He was not boyishly hand.
some, like the wax heads Grace had
seen in the BARRIERS show windows,
but he had the appearance and mien OF
a prince. All women are prone 10 hero
worship, and our little Grace was no
exception to the ordinary rule
For the FIRST time in her life she WIS
falling in loye-and With her own has.
band. hr H#
A few weeks only had elnpsed when
a crisis in the banking business rem.
dered 1t imperstivly necessary that MIR
Harland should go to Vienna for two
or three months
Poor Grace looked aghast as her hus.
band mentioned his intention to her IN
the same cool, matter-of-fact way I'm
which he might have criticised the
weather.
Going to Vienna" she gasped. ooh,
Robertw
my dear child, it is a mere bagnteIe
Of journey, One doesn't mind travel
nowadays. I shall not be later than
November in returning"
Butt may go with you?"
you, my dear! Don't think Of 1t.
Ny travel will necessarily be too rapid,
and my time too much occupied with
business to think of incumbering my
self with lady companion"
Grace said nothing more, but there
was blur before her eyes, sickening
sensation Of despair at her heart.
He cared no more for the society
which had been dear to him once.
Oh, what had she done to forfeit the
love that had once been poured out
so fondly on her life?
1t was rainy July twilight when the
banker, wrapped in heavy ulster, and
with his travelling cap pulled down
over his eyes, paced up and down the
deck Of the steamer Galatea, needless
of all the tumult of departure on an
ocean voyage.
Through the misty dusk he tried
vainly to catch the ghostly outlines of
the city spires-the city that held his
young wife.
"She will be happy enough without
me-" he said to himself, bitterly. "She
has her mother and sister with her,
She babe me adieu without tear, and
it may be that my continued absence
will teach her to think less coldly Of |
me- Dear little Grace, sweet spring |
blossom, my prayers may reach you
If my love cannot"
And Robert Harland went below. To 1
his infinite surprise the stateroom that
he had engaged for his own use was
not empty. A lady sat there, with
yelled face and dropping head. Robert |
Harland paused in surprlse-the figure
rose up, and, throwing aside its veil, re-
vealed the blue, starry eyes and pale
cheeks of Grace herself,
"oh, Robert, pardon me-" she sobbed,
throwing herself into his arms, "but
could not let you go alone. love you,
Robert; cannot live without YOU
When l thought of your being alone,
perhaps i'll, in strange land, thought
| should lose my senses. Dear hus'
hand. tell me that you are not angry
with me-" And she burst into food
Of tears.
"My own Grace-my wife-my love!
Close, close to my heart forever morev
And that was all he said.
Grace Hayden had married sor
money; but Grace Hayden had learned
the secret of loye!-New York Weekly.