A BROKEN-HEARTED WIFE.

Otago Witness, Issue 1341, 11 August 1877, Page 21

A BROKEN-HEARTED WIFE.

A few mornings 'since, a Phildelpliia matron called to see her young married daughter, who resides on North Ele-venth-street, and found her weeping bitterly. " Oh, mother," take me home. My heart is broke," sobbed the daughter, throwing herself into her mother's arms.

After her tears had somewhat subsided, the mother said :

"Hardly a year married, and here I find you in tears. What does this mean ? Has Henry been unkind to you ? "

"No," sobbed the daughter, "but he doesn't love me any longer, and my heart is breaking,"

" Come, come, child, cheer up. Tell me why you think him untrue, to you. Does he show it ? "

" Yes," was the heart-broken reply. " Oh, the scoundrel ! Oh, the viper ! " gasped the mother, '< My poor, dear child," she fairly sobbed ; "your mother won't j desert you. She'll bring that villain to ! his knees. What insult has he offered you, my child 1 Speak, tell me the worst 1 " " Oh, mother, I can't."

" You must, my child. Toll me, though the heavens fall, what outrage has he committed ] "

" He swore last, night, when I put my cold feet to his back," sobbed the daughter.

"Is that all ? " gasped the mother.

"Yes, but. he never did so before., All last winter he never said a word when I put my cold feet to his back, and now I know he doesn't love me ; " and then the poor girl's tears broke out afresh.

Before the mother left she managed to convince her daughter that all the world was not hollow, and that the hollow of a' man's back was not the place for his wife's cold feet. — Philadelphia Times.