The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, May 9, 1883, Page 6

| ! ee Adelaide Lindsley; . —on— THE “MARRIAGE IN HASTE.” K. DORR. and step- vas nowhere visible: she w ping out upon the veranda that ran | 1 l the house, he stood | bi Wences abd , her gala-robes, watching the quiet | | breathing of her child, ard ‘ing for ‘Willis’ step upon the stairs— leaning against a pillar, enjoying the cool, sweet air, and quiet moon- light. round the corner. The speakers} 5 . ; but-he Suddenly he heard low voices just were hidden from his view, but he | that of his| thought he recognized he was wite ; and, drawing nearer, abeut to address her, when he step- ped back and stood silent and mo- tionless beneath the vine-leaves that; | herselt on the bed, though with but ae i little hope of sieep. Could it be whose drooped over him. his wife, his Ada, in those earnestewords were breathed: **Did you really love me, Ada?” He thought it could not be; lest he should upon the privacy of some pair ot young lovers, who had sought the qmet of the veranda, when the low responsefreached him, “I did love you, George!”’ dreaming! It was his wife’s voice ; he could not be mistaken now; he heard the fervent words of blessing that burst from the lips of the first speaker, without waiting for more, for he felt his self-contro! would tail him if he aid, he retraced his steps, and was again in the midst ot testivity mirth. How strange it seemed! It was the same on which he had leoked a few moments before. The same rich carpets were beneath his feet, the same lofty windows, curtained with crimson and gold, were before him, the same exquisite paintings were upon the walls; the flowers had not faded, ner the garlands withered; and trom the chrystal chandeliers the light streamed forth as brithantly as ever. Bright eyes were beaming just as clearly, jewels were flashing, plumes were waving but where was the glow, the raidi- ance that made the scene enchant- ment? Gone—all gone! It had emanated from his own heart. and from that the sunlight had departed. He could not linger there. The gavety and splendor seemed mock- ing him, and with a hurried step he strode through those stately halls. gained the street, and, he scarcely knew how, reached his own house. He ran up the long flight of steps and rang the bell. The servant wh: admitted him stared wonderingly at his master, returned on toot alone. in waiting, and, when the carnage was not less than at the haggard cheek and glittering eye, of which he caught but a glimpse as Mr. Fletch er swept past him muffled in the tuick ‘eds of his cloak. entered the library aid turned the key. **Woere is your master, James?’’ asked Mis. Fletcher, as not very long atter, she, too, rang the door bell. **In the library, turned half an hour ago. Adelaide hastily ascended the stairs, laid aside her hood and shawl, paid a short visit to the nursery, 1m- printed a soft kiss upon little Kate’s madam; he re- forhead, and then went down to the ! library. She tapped ligutly at the door, but no one opened it; she knocked still more loudly, at the same time calling her husband by name, but still there was no reply, and then she tried to open it herself. locked and she turned away. ‘James, are you sure your master is in the library ?"* “Yes, madam; I saw with my own cyes.”’ Taking a lamp that steod upon the hall-table, she passed through the parlors ino the little boudoir, of which we e bafore From thence there was another trance to the | Tt was him go in stood epen. that also locked, an gan toc was hushandgvere very thought rushed over | the door violently. “Wills! W and | he would have turned from the spot, | Was he} | } | i} | | | | i spoken. ; was buried long age. Oh, my hus- j ev ening: 2 folded, face. she murmured. the hbrary and he will be in present- | you would drive me mad! a cheek white as ashes. | areamed that these long years that | “Do ee disturn me; be alone.’ Adelaide could hardly heard her busband’s voice changed—so hoarse— and the simple spoken with beheve she ;it was so words seemed to be, such an effort: but atter standing ir- resolutely for up-stairs to the nursery again. she sat there in a moment, For along ume harken- come—and at last} ewn room. ; did not she stole quietly to her |The gray dawn was struggie with the darkness. riedly throwing off the and dazzling jewels that looked so strangely out of place in that faint, uncertain light, she wrapped herselt in a loose dressing gown. and threw beginning to and hur- ; rich dress She was anxious and troubled — knew why, fer she at- te be she scarcely tributed to her husband’s wish te same unexpected and impertant j business. She never thought of charging it to the occurences of the fact, as she lay there, longing for husband’s pres- ence and thinking what could keep him from her side, her exciting = terview with George Tilden scarce- ly flitted athwat har memory. At length she heard a movement in the library--the door opened softly, and Mr. Fletcher stepped | cautiously across the hall and went into the street. Adelaide sprung to the windew and looked out. Her husband was pacing bac«x and forth in front ot the house, with his arms and his hat drawn over his and, in “I must know what is the matter, I will go down te She did so, and before she had waited long her husband entered the room. He started when he saw her, but did net speak. She sprung forward and grasped his arm. “O Willis, Wallis, what has hap- pened? you look so strangely !’’ With a smile of scorn he shook eff the light burden. “Do I? it is very singular!”’ She gazed earnestly mm his face. It wore a look she had never seen betore, and, though he smiled, she felt that he was battling with some terrible sorrow to which he would not yield the mastery. **You have heard some bad news dear Willis—let me share it with vou; and twinning. her arms about him, she laid her head tenderly on his shoulder. Forcibly he from her embrace. ‘*Let me alone, Adelaide, unless Itis not enough for me to keow that for five H long years you have acted a lie, | ly extricated himself without being mocked in this way now ?”” Adelaide sunk upon a chair, with The hour long instinctively that she had so | dreaded had come--she was sure ot it—whicn way should she turn? she although no audible | attempted to speak, but, lips sound came forth. her pale moved ‘*twould rather have died, Ade- | ‘aide,’ her husband continued more | calmly, [ would rather nave died, did last admission of your love have never once fhan to have heard what I night—the tor another. I you have slepc sc quietly by my side, that the heart chat nestled so closely to my own was all the while filled with anothker’s image. O, Adelaide, why have yeu deceived i me thus!’” | Adelaide threw herself at his feet and buried ker face in her hands. ‘It was the admission of a past | love tnat you heard—of a that | love band, my husband! do not urn I wish to | laide, I have believed you so good— she went | he listened. | | mez j You may well do it, ; thing: so pure and true!” With a faltering tale she felt that every word she ut- i THE | tongue—tor be- with her tered was domg her cause more harm than good—Adelaide teld her husband the whole story of her en- Sl The Butler Weekly Times, grew dark as ae gagement their Mr. Fletcher’s brow quarrel and their Hae opened *-And when did this ppen—this difficulty between yo 18—,”’ married —- A ND— ‘In September. *And we were NEW STABLE, the next St. Louis January?’ “We look se sternly at me—my breaking—’’ and she c'asped her | hands tightly over it, while her eyes } sought his imploringly. | **There 1s no danger—mine wou!d last night if heart’s Post-Dispatch, not j Willis, do heart Is | were. O One block west of c) mi 8 wo > ms ° r= 72) have broken were not made of ‘sterner stuff? th n — E = } we think them,’’ replied her hus- } His Buggies are New Se band, as he turned upon her a A glance in which contempt, anger | one ———— and tenderness were blended—’’ | His Teams Fresh and Spirited and but go on—your stery is not half ’ 7 hisch arges are reasonable. told yet; why did you then marry j | ‘ x Aidinats ces ea0 the} CALL aND SEE HIM. stern gaze that seemed to pierce her elo tned to speak, but | FILE’ Be CEN Ts is THE WEEKLY ST. LOUIS beneath TIMES JOB DEPat TMENT. weman—why did Why did you bring me unloving “Speak, marry me? awern and wasted and Fg j heart, im exchange tor one that never thrilled at the sound saat of any others voice than yours? 8 j | You do not pretend that you leved me—why did you hecome my wite? She did not answer. What could she say that would in any way sott- en her husband’s heart. She could not tell him—while be was gazing so steadily and earnestly upon her, and while his cold stern voice was benumbing every faculty o: her soul —of the wreng motive that led her to the alter—of the pride and _ re- sentment that had hurried her en. She could not tell him how earnest- ly she tried to atone for the wrong The brightest spiciest and best family paperin the West is offered tor 1883 at the tollowing extraordinary low rates. $ 600 10 GO I 00 IS MORECOMPLETE THAN EVER BEFORE Ten copies to one office 1 Tees Twenty | fe Single Cepy, One Year, There is no weekly paper offered tor double the money possessing the excel- lence and merits of the POST-DIS PATCH. It is a paper for the family, for the merchant, the mechanic and the farmer. If yon have notseen it recure a copy from Postmaster or send to the of- fice tor it. Where all kinds of work such as Sample Copies tree on application. she had done him—how resolutely | mater and Awe“ "| Statements, Letter Heads she had striven with every vestige of Address, i > her earlier love—how faithtul she POST-DISPATCH, Blanks, I osters, had been to him, even in thought, ]. No. 6. ¢ St. Louis. Circulars, Sale Bills, j ever since she had been his wife, and how deeply and fervently she —— == Visiting Card Wedding Cards, ¢ 3 now loved him. She knew he would think it was all mockery—a THE HORNS is doneinthe most fastidious style, and at art of the farce she was playmg— i oe ee at city prices. We guarantee s-i ientire tears rained through her fingers. faction. Givoa us a trial and be convinced Mr, Fletcher’s keen, steady gaze neve: wavered for a moment—and atter waiting vainly tora reply, he approached still nearer to his tremb- ling wife, and bent his head until it nearly touched her own. “Twill tell you why you married me, Adelaide Fletcher—me who trusted you so—you married me be- cause I was rich—you sold yourself tor my cursed Fool that I} was to think that you loved me! I forgot that I wasrich, and that you Money to Loan On Farms at 7 per cent Interest and Commission On 3 to 5 Years Time. Money furnished on short notice. gold! Grocery House W.E. Walton at Butler National Bank, were not—TI forgot that in woman's OF eyes wealth is of more worth than SY _ her truth and purity; and I really i q e DENNEY thought when yeu promised to b | come my wife it was because I was | av their well Known and popular ‘eed to you. 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