Year: 1878




1--WE will have it out now, il you


please, madam !" said Mark Arkwright
to his wife, Augusta.


And they did have it out with Ven-
geanee. Both were high-tempered !;
neither had learned self-control; and,
before the scene between them wac
ended, both had spoken words such as
no two people who love each other


heuld ever speak. If two Indifferent
persons 6usffel it does not amount 10
much eenefaIIySS but when two Who
love each other indulge in the danger
Gus pastime, it is frequently fatal TO


happiness. -.s~ 49,. .fl.s 4 /


They were married but a year, and


he sweet glamour of romance had
Aardly worn of. This was their first
disagreement, and It began in a secret.
Perhaps Mr.. ArkHright had ample cause
to be angry with his wife. I am sure
that every man viii think 50, though a
woman's Judgment might be different


On the afternoon of the quarrel he
had asked his wife to drive with him,
and she had declined on that old plea-
the headache He had pitied and petted
her, had kissed her hot forehead, and
smOOthed her soft blonde hair, and estab-
Eshed her on the lounge IN her room,
with pillow under her head and q
shawl over her feet, before he went out
for his afternoon drive. slH 1oai l,ls


Two hours later he h.1 occasion to
cross Hyde Park, and there, walking
slowly down one of the most secluded
paths, he. saw & puTple-velvet skirt,
beside black coat. Augusta had a pur-
pls-VelYet skirt, and looked like an
angel, her husband had frequently told
her, all unmindful of the historical fact
that angels universally wear white, and
are supposed to be above the weakness
of purple-Yelvet skirts. s.2 5ses


The airs and manners Of the man
were foreign; he was handsome, and
had an uneasy appearance generally
indeed. be seemed to be constantly
looking oyer his shoulder --.. is',.'.i..


Arkwright paused in the shadow of
clump of trees and watched the pair.
/ suppose watched" is the proper word,
though Arkwright prided himself on
being an extremely honorable man, and
would doubtless have Knocked anybody
down who had insinuated anything to
the contrary. 5.s5-. q


There was no mistaking the grace of
the lady, the wave of her golden hair.
the turn of her snowy neck-yes, the
very wreath Of purple pausies on her
hat-all were Augustus; and in a mo
ment more ner husband heard her voice.
2 Dear Arthur" she was saying, "every
moment for you here is fraught with
peril. Lose no time in getting out Of
London" s "a


"But, darling" returned the man,
nothing save my love for you has
brought me here; and it is hard If 4
cannot have just this little comfort"


They moved away down the walk,
and Arkwright heard no more. But he
had heard quite enough. he was in a
white heat of passion. He dared not
follow them and trust himself to speak.
There was murder in his heart He
must wait a little till his temper cooled.
He went to a stable, hired fast horse,
and rode him tili.the animal was ready
to drop. Then he went home and
accused his wife, No matter in what
Words-they were harsh andabitter
enough, Heaven knows; and the vile
epithets he applied to her at the outset.
reused all her naughty pride and resist
anee to arms ~


She heard him through. She at
tempted no defense she made no denial.
But, when he paused from sheer want OF
breath, she cursed the hour in which she
had married him. Then she left the
room


He had all night to subdue himself
and if she had come to him in the morn
ing with any reasonable explanation he
would have listened to her. But she did
not come.


After a while he sought her in her
room, but she was gone. She had taken
with her only bare change Of raiment,
and leIt no message to tell whittier she
was going.


Filed with her paramour p Arkwright
said, bitterly and then and there he
vowed TO give himself no rest until he
had found and killed them both. He
tried hard to put his vow into execution.
For three years he was q wanderer-
seeking always his wife and her sedueer,
and finding them never.


At last he Quilted wandering and
went home. He was e very wealthy
man now. Lands that he had owned
had increased prodigiously in value, and
there was no need of his applying HIM
self to business He built mansion,
and lived alone in it, with his books and
thoughts for company. He had retinue
of servants TO anticipate his every wish
he sat at costly table, and drank wine
as old as the hills; he drove horses
Wortk fortune; he had everything that
wealth could purchase, and yet he was
never at peace. though for the world he
would not have owned 70 anything Of
the kind.


One day he was riding in the suburbs
Of London, and came upon q little child
sitting by the RayHide, Bobbing bitterly.
She had her apron full Of primroses and
" lets, and black and white kitten was
cuddled up in her arms. Moved by some
impulse which he could not have eE.
planned, Arkwright stopped his horse