Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 51: what you’re looking at

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42 THE YOUNG WIDOW. He fretted and fumed at her neglect of him, but she only laughed in his face. He grew insanely jealous of her and seldom permitted her to leave the house alone, So she passed most of the day shut up in her own room, devouring novels. She found out that her husband was far from generous, and although they occupied a large brown-stone house on Fifth avenue, he compelled her to live very frugally. Two servants were all he would allow her to keep, and he flew into a rage when she suggested horses. ‘‘But I thought you were rich,’’ she remarked, pettishly, one evening after dinner, as she poured out his drops. “Did you?’’ he ejaculated, ‘‘and that’s why you married me, no doubt.’’ ‘‘No,’’ she returned, sweetly, bringing him the glass. ‘‘] married you for your handsome face. ”’ He darted alook of fury at her, and hastily gulping down the medicine, left tha room. Matters did not mend with the couple as the months rolled by. Dolly’s conduct toward her husband did not im- prove, and he grew more impatient and abusive as his health declined. He became so helpless at last that he could not walk without the aid of a stick, and whenever he con- sidered her manner too unbearable, he did not hesitate to let her feel the weight of it wherever it happened to fall. After two years of wedded bliss he died, and, much to her joy and amazement, his widow found herself sole heir to all his possessions. All at once her grief became overwhelming. She en- veloped herself in the heaviest crape and never spoke of her late husband without burying her face in her black- CORMICOOOKS.EO© im