"See! see! what they have dared to print!" she cried, with a look, full of anguish, into his bewildered face.
He took the sheet, read, and flushed, then suddenly grew white.
"Outrageous!" he exclaimed.

Then tenderly, "My poor darling! that they should dare to drag your name into this abominable campaign!" "And for no reason," she faltered; "there is nothing wrong with me.

You believe that; you are sure of that," she cried.

I saw the article later.
It ran something like this: "Rumor has it that not even our genial mayor's closet is free from the proverbial skeleton.

Mrs.Packard's health is not what it was,--and some say that the causes are not purely physical." He tried to dissimulate.