Her Tragedy.
A STORY X'OV. MODBEN HISSES
Sho sat on the «ofa with her face set and pale, and her dark eyes dilated. The scented air of the boudoir seemed charged with weariness and disappointment. She murmured to herself occasionally some French idiom, when English would havo expressed her meaning jvist as well. At last phe stood up. "Married foi ten months — ten, awful months !" sighed the girl. '"You mu3t take some step," said her friend.
"Yes, Lulu, I shall — I mean to; I haven't read George Egertou, Sarah Grand, and other novelists without knowing that every husband is to be mistrusted. I war. quite prepared for it. I had schemed out the most splendid epigrams, had thought out. most nove? and unexpected situations, in which I have excelled all ptlxer wivea by my treat-
ment. And now," she gives a sob, "he has spoilt it all ! Where's the merit of my being amiable and affectionate, when he never gives me reason to be otherwise 9 It isn't fair of George not to give a girl a chance. I've been 6uoh a good wife, too, and do deserve a little dramatic colouring in my life!" "Have you ever looked inside his desk?" asked Lulu. "Probably his behaviour is merely a blind." "Do you think- so?" said the girl brightening., "I Mill look at his desk. I know where his keys are." Tho desk was duly opened, and a bundle of papers disclosed themselves.
"Love-letters !" gasped the- girl. "Oh, Lulu, it's too good to be true. At last, my opportunity ! Nc — too bad ; they're my own. He has kept mine. It is simply scandalous. Ah ! here's something that looks like bills." "You've founc'l it at last," said Lulu; ''depend on it, he's deeply in debt— speculates — gambles."
"Well, that's better than nothing." said the girl, a little mollified, a.s 'che turned over the pieces of paper. Tbm she uttered a piercing cry, and fell d( wn in ' a swoon. Lulu glanced hastily at the bills. They were all receipted. | "The man is infamous," she muttered indignantly. "If married men won't live up at any rate in some measure, to modern fiction, how can they expect neurotic and hysterical women to be happy?'" — Punch.
Her Tragedy.
Otago Witness, Issue 2433, 31 October 1900, Page 69
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