Year: 1879

eve will have it ont now, if you
| please, madam!p said Mark ATkWright


to his wife, Augusta.


And they did have it out with a VEN
! geance. Both were high-tempered ;
neither had learned self-0ontTol; and,
! before the scene between them was


ended, both had spoken words such as
/ no two people who love each other
/ should ever speak. If two Indifferent
! persons quarrel, it does not amount to


much generally; but when two who
/ love each other indulge in the danger


GUS pastime, it is frequently fatal to


happiness.


They we're married but a year, and
/ he sweet glamour of romance had


Rardly worn of. This was their first
/ disagreement, and it began in q secret.
Perhaps Mr.. ArkWright had ample cause
to be angry with his wife. / am sure
( that every man viii think so, though
.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-


lished her on the lounge in her room,
with a pillow under her head and a
shawl over her feet, before he went out
for his afternoon drive.


Two hours later he had occasion to
cross Hyde Park, and there, walking
slowly down one Of the most secluded
paths, he saw q purple-velyet skirt,
beside black coat. Augusta had pur-
ple-velvet 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-velvet skirts


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


ArkWright paused in the shadow of a
clump Of trees and watched the pair.
1 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.


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 pansies on her
hat-all were Augustus; and in q mo-
ment more ner husband heard her voice.


Dear Arthur" she was saying, "every
moment for YOU here is fraught with
peril. Lose no time in getting out Of
London"


'But, darling,D returned the man,
nothing save my love for you has
brought me here and it is hard if I
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
white heat of passion. He dared not
follow them and trust himself to speak.
There was murder in his heart. He
must wait little till his temper cooled.
He went to a stable, hired fast horse,
and rode him till.the animal was ready
to drop. Then he went home and
accused his wife. No matter in what
Words-they we're harsh and bitter
enough, Heaven knows; and the vile
epithets he applied to her at the outset.
reused all her naughty pride and resist
auce 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 left no message to tell whittier she
was going.


"Ffed with her paramour !' 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 a wanderer-
seeking always his wife and her seducer.
and finding them never.


at last he quilted wandering and /
went home. He was a 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 a mansion, ]
and lived alone in it, with his books and [
thoughts for company. He had Tetinue |
Of servants to anticipate his every wish ; |
be sat at a costly table, and drank wine
IS old as the hills; he drove horses
worth a fortune he had deveTything that
wealth could purchase, and yet he was
never at peace, though for the world he
would not have owned to anything Of
he kind.


One day he was riding in the suburbs
IF T1r16O5, and CanB IiDOn q little child /