MARRIED LIFE.

Evening Star, Issue 3698, 29 December 1874, Page 3

MARRIED LIFE.

A singlar story comes to us from New South Wales. It is a repetition of the oldest story on earth. A woman’s infidelity and a man’s shame. The dramatis personw are a man and his wife. No drama of humanity can be complete without the influence of the maritial element. Middleaged both, the man the elder, as behoves content—not long married; the husband luxurious ; the wife—well, we may consider her indifferent to spousal caresses They met in “ the little village” first—a ministering Hebe she to those of bibulous habits —a soft, salt sailor he. He saw, she conquered. Loving hearts often have to part; hut the man of the sea was not thasly disposed. Going to Sydney himself, how could he leave his Oulcinea behind. His faithful hungry heart scouted the idea and so he paid her passage out, and they float, d over the same waters in the ! ame ship, with the eweet consciousness of contiguity. Dr Lang married them in >ydney. Aftei the honeymoon they took an hotel on the Clarenc - River, New South Wales. At the solicita tion of Hebe, her spouse sold out the business and repaired to Sydney. Hebe found ■he could nob live without the syl abub of existence which is found only in the centres of population. Their future doings in the • ity of convict fame, ‘ Town and Country ’ thus narrates On reaching the house the wife entered, having in her band a black leather bag containing a few hundred pounds, her husband waiting outside to pay cab fare. This was done, he too entered the house, and on inquiry for his “ beloved one,” found she had left quietly through the hack gate, taking with her the bag of money. He waited patienty for her return, and she not putting in an appearance, he caused inquiries to be made without success.” We take up the story where ‘ Town and Country ’ falls off He was determined, however, to recover his wife and his money, and for this end he enlisted the services of the police. She could not be found. ‘ ‘ Com ■; and have a drink,” said Benedict to the detective; so they went and drark. “I’il give you five pounds to find her,” said Vlr Salt. “ Agreed,” was the response. The woman was found ; half the money she had lodged in one bank in the orange city of Parramatto on deposit, the other ha f to current account, They compromised the matter somehow—he gave her gold and gawds, and a chance for amendment for so doing. He did more ;he sought to hide her guilt and his shame, and so fame to Auckland in the Macgregor. A woman’s destiny is geater, the frail daughter of Eve declared, than a man’s virtuous resolutions. Benedict went after his arrival to Napier, leaving Beatrice behind. Reluctantly she followed him. All infatuated Benedicts are asses. The ass in question seems an exceptional case. He had bis money, but failed to bank it. He carried it in gold iu a portmanteau. He went to Waipukurau to look at a public house. Beatrice embraced the op nor t unity Packing up a portion of her wardrobe, she came to Aucklv d by the Pretty Jane, and has since indulged in miscellaneous acquaintanceship. i>he forgot m t to clean her moiety out both in cash and jewellery. Benedict follows, seeks his beloved everywhere, invokes the aid of the police, finds her not! whi»e the blooming Hebe was gone in for “{Temperance in an hotel of that ilk.” Now. what we want to impress on the minds of these married feminine Goths in New South Wales is this—we can do without them here. Dr Featherstone is quite able to provide for us in this way.— Auckland ‘ Star,’ December 7.