Year: 1876

I" We will have it out, now, If you
please, madam ]" said Mark Arkwrighi
to his wife, Augusta.


And they did have it out with a re-
yengance. Both were high tempered
neither had learned self-control and
before the scene between them was en-
ded, both had spoken words such as nc
two people who love each ether 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 dangerous pas.
time, it is frequently fatal to happiness


They had been married but a year
and the sweet glamour of romance had
hardly worn off. This was their first
disagreement and it began in secret.
Perhaps Mr.. Arkwright had ample
cause to be angry with his wife. / am
sure that every man will think So
though Noman'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. lie had ptied and pet.
ted her, and kissed her hot forehead
and smooth ed her soft blonde hair, and
established her on the lounge in hei
room, with pillow under her head and
a shawl over her feet, before he went
out for his afternoon drive.


Two hours later, he had occasion tc
cross Hyde Park, and there, walking
slowly down one of the most secluded
paths, he saw a purple velvet skirt, be,
sides black coat. Augusta had pur-
pie velvet skirt and looked like an an.
gel, 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 mar
we're decidedly foreign he was hand.
some, and had an uneasy appearance
generally indeed, he seemed to be con.
stantly looking over his shoulder.


Arkwright paused in the shadow of a
clump of trees, and watched the pair
| suppose " watched" is the proper
word, though Arkwright prided himself
on being an extremely honorable man
AHA WUulh uOuDJltSS luNt hnDChtu any
body down who hadinsinuated nythiGe
TO the contrary.


There was no mistaking the grace O1
the lady, the wave of her golden hair
the turn of her snowy neck-yes, the
very wreath of purple pansies on he,
hat-all were Augusta's ; and in mo
ment more her husband heard hel
voice.


Dear Arthur" she was saying,
every moment fer you here is fraugh
with peril Lose no time in getting
out of London"


But, darling" returned the man,
nothing save my love for you ha:
brought me here; and it is hard if ! can
not have just this little comfort"


They moved away down the walk
and Arkwright heard no more. But
he had heard quite enough. He was il
a white heat of passion. He dared nO
follow them and trust himself to speak
There was murder in his heart. He
must wait little till his temper cooled
He went to e stable hired a fast horse
and rode hin. till the animal was ready
to drop. Then he went home and &C
cused his wife. No matter in wha
words-they were harsh and bittel
enough, heaven knows, and the vile cpl
thets he applied to her at the outse
reused all her naughty pride and resis-
tance to arms.


She heard him through. She attempt
ed no defense she made no denial
but when he paused from sheer want o.
breath, she cursed the hour in which
she had married him. Then she lett
the room.


He had all night to subdue himself
and If she had come to him in the morn
ing with any reasonable explanation, ht
would have listened to Ler. But Sht
did not come.


After a while, he sought her in hel
room but she was gone. She hat
taken with her only bare change o.
raiment, and left no message to tel
whittier she was going.


Fled with her paramount" Arkwrigh
said, bitterly and then and there h,
vowed to give himself no rest until h,
had found them and killed them both
lie tried hard to Put his VOW into exc
| cution. For three years ne was wan
derer-seeking always his wife and he
seducer, and finding them never.


At last he quilted wandering, ant
went home. lie was very wealth!
man now. Lands that he owed hat
increa ed prodigiOusly in value, ant
there was no need of his applying him
self to business. He built mansion
and lived alone in it, With his books ant
thoughts for company. He had a re
tinue of servants to anticipate his ever.
wish he sat at a costy table, and dranl
wine as old as the hills he drove horse
worth a fortune he had everything
that wealth could purchase, and yet h
was never at peace. Though, for tn
world, he would not have owned +
anything of the kind.


One day he was riding in the suburb
of London, and came upon little ehil,
sitting by the wayside, ,sobbing bitterly
She had her apron full of primroses an,
yiolets, and black and white kitten wa
cuddled up in her arms. Moved b.
some impulse which he could not hay
explained. Arkwright stopped hi
horse, and accOsted her. She sobbe
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