Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1903-10-22
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| be little lonely at first, but / shall
soon become reconciled to my bachelor
life; SO make long visit and get lit
tie color into that pale face Of yours -
He playfully pinched her cheek,
which instantly flushed, glowing with
an Intensity that might have been
caused by either qualification or anger.
| There was an unusual fire in the dark
eyes, when he pressed upon her lips a
parting kiss, which burned almost as
f1ercely, as she watched him wave a
good by."
Richard wrote regularly to his wife,
and though his letters were not long,
| they were affectionate. He did not
| once ask her to come home; she no.
ticed that with an indescribable pang,
and mingled with the pleasure of her
visit was an aching of the heart which
she heroically tried to conceal.
One day, after she had been away
about five weeks. her husbands usual
letter came. She eagerly read it and
| finished with sigh.
well, Isabel" said her sister. enter
ing the room and noticing the open let
ter, Richard hasn't collapsed under the
maids culinary efforts, I hope?"
mo, but Kate, dear, I must return
home. Some Of our we'll meaning but
rather hasty club friends have planned
for celebration of our marriage ami
versary one week from today. So of
course, I must go not later than the
day after tomorrow. Well, l have been
here five weeks. That is quite a long
time
Yes five weeks might be considered
long time. Had it been long to Isa-
bel Cameron: They had dragged when
she thought of the endless weeks Of
the miserable life before her. They
had flown as if on wings. when she real
lied that every passing day brought the
time nearer when she must return to
the place unworthy of the name of
home and to the man undeserving of
the name of husband.
One evening a week later the pretty
parlor of the Camerons was thronged
with guests. Among them moved the
hostess, cordial, animated, beautiful,
with smile not less enchanting than
that which had lighted her lovely face
as happy bride just two short years
before. How could any one guess the
aching heart beneath such a mask?
On table in q corner of the library
were arrayed a host of gifts, of which
Mrs. Cameron had seemed oblivious, SO
intent was she upon entertaining ner
guests. During a pause in the gay
chatter Richard laughingly reminded
her Of her seeming lack Of appreciation
and, drawing her arm within his, led
her to the table and playfully babe her
look at each loving token. She duti-
fully complied with his request and
was just turning away when her eye
caught sight of a framed picture, which
she curiously lifted to the light. She
uttered a low exclamation, for again
she was looking into the eyes Of the
girl who had ruined her home. Placed
in the corner of the frame was the pho
| tograph Of the writing desk. The re-
hinder of her sorrow SO excited her
fancy that it did not occur to her that
| this picture might be a gift. Almost
dropping it. she turned toward the hall
stairs, but Richard playfully barred the
way.
Don't you like the crayon, Isabel?
| thought 1t was very good copy Of
Nellies photograph, taken for you es-
pecially. She will be disappointed If
i IL ldiS W plcdSc you, lof SNe sent IL 10
me with the express wish that none
but the best artist in the city should
copy it,
The guests. the presents even Nellie
Vincent's picture, We're forgotten for
the moment. Two great tears shone in
Isabel's eyes. and, throwing her arms
about her husbands neck, she kissed
him impulsively, much to his surprise
and rather to his confusion, for his
proud wife was not apt to be demon
strative in public.
That night Richard Cameron drowsi-
| ly murmured to his pillow:
Woman is wonderful creation,
and passeth all understanding. 1 don't
see why Isabel
But just then he was overtaken by
sleep, and to this day he does not know
why. Men seldom do.
AEM NonK o@oH rner