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Show a blighted Life. A few moritiga ditice a Philadelphia matron called to soe her young married mar-ried daughter, who resides on North Eleventh street, and found her weeping weep-ing bitterly. ' "Oh, mother, take me homo. My heart is broke," sobbed the daughter, throwing herself into her mother's arms. After her tears had somewhat subsided sub-sided the mother said; "Hardly a year married and htre I find you in tears. What does this mean? Has Henry been unkind to1 you?" j "No," sobbed the daughter, "but he doesn't love mo any longer, and I my heart is breaking." "'Coma, come, child, cheer up. Ttjtl me why you think him untrue to you. Does he show it?" "Yea," was the heart-broken reply. re-ply. "O, the scoundrel! O, the viper ! " . gaspou the molhsr. My poor, dear child," she fairly sobbed, "your mother wont desert you. She'll briug that villain to hit! knees. What insult in-sult has he ottered you, my child ? j Speak, toll nie the worut." J "O, mother, I can't." I "You must, my child. Tell me, j though the heavens full, what outrage I h s he committed?" I "He swore last night when I put ! my cold feet to his back," sobbed tne daughter. "Is that all?" gasped ihe mother. "Yes, but lie never did so before. All last winter he never said a word when I put my coll feet to his back, and now I know he doesn't love me;" and then the poor girl's tears bruke out afresh. Before the mother left she man aged to convince her daughter that all the world was hollow, and that the hollow ol a man's back was not the place fur his wife's cold feet. Philadelphia Item. |