‘‘lndeed, indeed I am. Myrtle.”
He placed hi- arm caressingly around
her, a . i drew her nearer to him
• What an unfit ni'ite I am for you,
darling. My helpless limbs render
it so imp -• ble for me to be your
constant < 'inpanion, us 1 sigh every
moment ol n.v life to be. 1 some
times compare myself to a bird,
whose pinion- ate broken, and whose
wanderings are «■ mllned to earth ;
whilst you, my lovely mate, can .soar
away beyond the clouds into the
realms of eternal a iti-hine ”
The roses upon the cheeks of the
young wife a-sunied n deeper hue as
she listened to her h i-hand’s meta
phor; and, observing i‘. In* added
quickly: “But you hr not told me
whither you are houml n -night, Is
it io the opera, or an het parly?"
“Oh, the opera, to 1»e -ure ! Mad
ame I’arepa sings to-nigli’ and my
ears are aching to hea? her. 1 have
thought of !<• r voi ■>, . i the sensa
tion / shall create, un’il I have
scarcely an idea left. I wish you
could go, darling; but, since I have
such kind protectors a- Mr. nnd Mrs
Howard, 1 oughtn’t to complain.
