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On my way back--at what dissipated hour I fir history tacked thereto

The leading events were brought me by one of those active, inquisitive little birds that find out all sorts of things, and often fetch froh A, Manitoba, and it was in that place that the husband fell to drinking The little bird above alluded to--the bird that acts as a kind of domestic ferret--told me that, in the early years of their married life, the as of an excitable, hysterical teress a nboard I have a friend who is busy ht to her domestic happiness, and yet does not know it She has only been eneral, as instruments to pull from her husband the attention, affection, and devotion she craves The tug waxes increasingly hard, but she has not, as yet, sense enough to see that, and desist She cannot realize that the success attained by such methods is but the temporary and external beauty, which, in reality, covers a failure of the most hopeless type, just as the flush on the consumptive's cheek is but a pitiable counterfeit, and covers a fatal disease

Whether in this particular story, the report of the wife's early blunders be true or false, there seerew careless and indifferent; that scene followed scene between the Then the little axed sober, thoughtful, and studiedso closely upon the heels of her wedding-day joy, an to use every skillful device to call back her husband froht All in vain, however; and when she realized this, after several years of heroic effort, sheto leave him Then his old-time tenderness returned--if you can co, with that which was clear and ed and promised in vain, however, for she had lost faith, and a lost faith is not found again for many a day

So she went off, and she covered all traces and signs so carefully that no anxious, heartbroken effort of his could find her Meanwhile she wrote hih he knew not where to send reply, it is quite likely she had word of hiiven her confidence in this dreary time