Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1849-02-01
A Monster Unveiled.
BY DOUGLAS JERROLD.

| 10 PCiSOA hONCt SdWs yet HcTS Sc6INS d Case Vi
such oppression on the one hand, and such pa
tient suffering on the other, that one cannot butt
"Oh, dare say you'll see her in the morning,
for she often steals out then, when the wretch,
suppose, is in beds
=" But what could have induced girl to tie her.
self TO such a man ~
"Well, don't know the old story, / suppose
false appearances; for no girl in her senses
could have married man with his habits, if she
had known of them beforehand. There is some
times a kind of infatuation about about women,
allow, which seems to blind them to the real char
ac,er of the man they are in love with but in
this case don't think she could have known how
he conducted himself. or she certainly would have
paused in time. Oh, the wretch, l have no pa
patience with him.
This little dialogue took place in one of those
neat, bright, clean-windowed, gauzy-curtained
houses, which form SO many pretty districts with
in walking distance of the mighty heart of the
great metropolis, and between two ladies rthe one
the mistress of the said nice looking cottage villa.
and the other her guest, country matron who had
just arrived on visit to her town friend and the
object of the commiseration of both was the oc-
cupant of larger and handsomer villa exactly op-
posite, but apparently the abode Of great wretch
ednesS.
The following morning Mrs. Braybrooke and
her guest, Mrs Clayton, were at the window of
the parlor, which commanded full view of the
dwelling of the unhappy Mrs. Williams, when the
door quietly opened and was as quietly closed "a
gain by the lady herself
" There she is, poor SOUL" cried Mrs. Bray
brooke " only look how carefully and noislessly
she draws the gate after her. She seems always
afraid that the slightest noise she may make even
in the street, may wake the fellow, who is now,
dare say, sleeping off the effects of last nights
dissipation. @
Mrs. Clayton, with all the genial warmth of a
truly womanly heart, looked over, and followed
with her eyes as far as the street allowed, this
ouet-looking, broken-spirited wife, investing the
whole figure; from the neatly trimmed straw bon
the tips of the bright little boots, with most
intense and mysterious sympathy; then fixing her
anxious, interested gaze on the opposite house, she
said: And how do they livel How do people
under such circumstances pass the day. 1t is a
thing | cannot comprehend for were Clayton to
act in such way, am sure could mt endure it
a week"
8 1t does seem scarcely intellig gble," answered
Mrs. Braybrooke; " but I'll tell you how they ap-
pear to do. She gets up and has her breakfast by
herself-fo without any wish to pry, we can see
! L., 81 H.. r. r.
About this time she often comes out, suppose,
to pay visit or two in the neighborhood, or per-
haps 20 call upon her tradespeople and you will
see her by -and-by return, looking up, as she ap-
proaches, al the bedroom window; and if the blind
be dfawn up, she rushes in, thinking dare say.
to herself How angry he will be if he comes
down and finds that | am not there to give him
his breakfast Sometimes he has his breakfast
at twelye-at one-at two; and | have seen him
sitting down TO it when she was having her din
ner."
"And when does he have his dinner 7"
"Oh, his dinner; dare say that is different
sort of thing from hers-poor woman! He dimes,
suppose, at club, or with his boon companions,
or anywhere, in fact but at home"
"And when does he come home, then, general
ly Z"
"At all hours We hear him open the little
gate with his key at three, four and five in the
morning. Indeed our milkman told Susan that he
has seen him sneaking in, pale, haggard and worn
out with his horrd vgs, at the hour decent peo-
pie are seated at breakfast"
I" | wonder if she waits up for him!"
"Oh no; for we see the light of her solitary
candle in her room always as we are going to
bed and you may be sure my heart bleeds for
her-poor solitary thing don't know, indeed,
that was ever so interested about any stranger
as am about this young creature"
Dear, dear it is terrible % sighed the SYM
pathizing Mrs Clayton. But does any one WIS.,
it them Have they friends do you think -
81 don't think be can have many friends, the
heartless fellow but there are a great many peo-
pie calling-styish people, too in carriages; and
there is he, the wretch often with halEslept look,
smiling and handing the ladies out as if he were
the most exemplary husband in the world"
Has she, children! hope she has, as they
would console her in his long absences"