The Green-eyed Monster

"But, for tho lovo of lioaven, licar mo before you drive me from you. I mil go far away whero you will never see mo more, but before you drive me from our little home whero we have been so happy, bef oro you tear mo from your heart, listen to me. O, George! my hnsband, my love, hear me ! I ain not bad, George ! I am your own true little wife! O, Goorgo kill mo if you will, but do not, O, do not say such awful things to me !" and with a cry of pain May Hartman threw herself at her husband's feet and clasped his knees. "I have hcard enough," replied her husband withcoldindifference. "There is nll the money I have in the world. Talte it and go! Take your child with you! I never want to see eitlier of you again!" and pushing her rudely from him he left the house. Long she lay with her faceburied iu her hands, heeding not the baby fingers that lifted the masses of golden hair aud crowed with delight as the sunlight glittered upon it. She did not weep orcry out; she silently prayed for death. Only threo years a bride! ïhree years of bappiness such as angels might envy. Th ree years with George, brave, manly, ganerous, the idol of her heart, the king of her dreams. There was no bitteraess in her heart toward the designing vonian with her Godlike face and dovilish malignity who j had filledhov husband's ears with okillful falaehoods. She only cronched like a wounded fftwn and prnyed that Bhe might tbie. Out in the oold December sunshine with hor babo in her arms she wandered on and on until theriver, with it-s floating ico nnd sullen splash, was at her feet. Clasping her child tightly to her bosom, with a prayer for the man whoso smilo was lifa to her, she - heard luni say : "May, I wish you would put this young kid in his crib. How in thunder can I sleop when he keeps kicking mo in the back and puttiug his fists in my earB?"