The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-07-02

vague hints as were best calculated TO rnnkle
in the sure already made. "There is some-
thing about MIR. Tweadle's eyes don't like,
my dear Caroline she would say. 81 would Mt
trust man with eyes like his. They can't de-
eeive me. Certainly, my dear Caroline. il ia
not for me TO say, OF course, that Mr.. Tweadle
would SO far forget what he ewes to you, as to
be led away by the loving Establishments of
another nor | wouldn't hint such thing for
the world. But at the same time, NV dear Ca
ro,ine, ! must affirm, that if he was my hus-
band, could not trust him moment alter he
was out OF my sight. If he persisted in spend.
ing his evenings away from home, Id follow
and wat h him."
And Mrs. Tweadle resolved that she would
DO so; nor was it long before an opportunity
occurred. MIR. Tweadle made his toilet one
evening with even more than his accustomed
care, and, to all his wife's demands TO know
where he was going, he returned the old eva
sIve answer, that he had promised to meet a
select party Of friends. Yes, friends, thought
Mrs. Tweade. | know what sort of friends,
and I'll meet them, too. The moment he had
gone, with the pairing injunction that she need
not sit up for him, as il IN ght be late before he
returned, Mrs. Tweadle enveoped her person
in an old cloak she had not before worn for
years, and, concealing her face within the close
covering OF hood of equally ancient date,
followed quickly on the heels of her rambling
lord, secure from detection in the concealment
afforded by the garments she had chosen. And
now she would detect her fine gentleman in
the very midst Of his decor tive ways; and oh!
how she woald rend into minute pieces, any
deluding hussy who proved TO have stolen The
loving allegiance of right only her own
long walk she had, however, and apparent
ly to no purpose; but ut length her worst sus-
picions were realized. MIR. Tweuile suddenly
checked himself IN front of store, yet open.
and entered; the next moment reappeared, ac-
companied by female, and who took his arm
with all the ready familiarity of long estab-
lished intimacy, and with him moved away.
RAWLINGS of Othello. what a thunder shock
was this to Mrs. Tweadlei Here it was, pal-
pable to her vision, glaring horribly in the fact
that her suspicious were only 100 correct, that
Mr.. Iweadle was a traitor to his connubial
VOWS. She set her teeth hard, aud almost re-
fused TO breathe, whilst the scorching fire of
ten thousand streaks of lightning seemed to
blaze, hot and furious, in her dilating eyes,
Not more savage could be tigress robbed of
her cubs, than she was then, and she clutched
at the old cloak, as ftwtching some obnoxious
reptile into atoms, and stamped her feet in
perfect frenzy on the ground And ON she
FASTENED after her recreant husband, bent on
every thing so terrible that every newspaper in
the land would ring with il for weeks to come.
Happily, unheedful OF the storm behind, Mr..
Tweadle pursued his pleasant way, paying
the most respectful attention to his lady COM
panion, and evincirg an amount of tender as
siduity in his assistance OF her over the muddy
cutters, that would have done infinite credit
| 10 any lack. .adaisical bridegroom in existence.
Mrs. Tweadle gained upon them fast, but all at
once it began to rain, and Mr. Tweadle sud-
denly drew up al the door of house close at
hand, and passed within.
Mrs. Tweade's first impulse was to make
fearful lunge at the door, and confront the
guilty pair, and-sOmething yet hidden in the
narrowing turmoil of the soul. Blu, the rain
beat down in torrents, and one or two passers
by stared rudely in her face, as if wondering
what degraded creature she could be, to be out
alone at such time, and, drenched through
and cold, and ashamed TO show herself in such
draggled plight, she finally cast one look of
concentrated rage and revengcful fire, and re-
traced her steps home.
Not there 10 stay, however. Only to wait
till MIR. Tweadle returned and she had over
whelmed him beneath the torrent of her with
erng invective, and stung him with her
| knowledge of his perfdous conduct, and
kissed her cherub babes; then she would shake
| off the dust OF his house from her feet, and
| seek heart.broken asylum in the abode OF
her parents. never more to look on him again.
1t was past midnight when MIR. Tweadle ar
rived; and he entered, whistling merry tune,
| as light of heart as if he was one OF the most
innocent men alive, and seeming by quite full of
some pleasant incident connected with his
walk. Not noticing the black scowl on Mrs.
Tweadle's face, he smilingly said, my dear
Garry, who do you think oi-
'.You dear, you nasty, hateful"
The star burst, aud it fell thick aud heavy
on Tweadle's astonished head; the pouring
forth of her pent up fury sienced him in mo-
ment. He tried to gasp out his amazement at
A. shae
as dumb as an oyster by an imperious-"Don't
speak, sir! Don't attempt to deny your base
treachery, sir | have seen it with my own
ewes: seen it, sir, | followed you: followed
you, sir. 1 saw you with that abandoned crea-
ture, sirl' ....
Now Mr.. Tweade lay back in his seat and
gave way to a side. sinking burst OF laughter,
at the same time gaspng, "why, you're clean
crazy! you silly woman, that abandoned cTea-
ture was-
Don't try TO cajole me, sir. You can't de-
ceive me any longer. My eyes are opened to
your baseness ut last; and | shall leave you.
sir leave you this very night aud tor ever. l
shall return to the home of my childhood,
where your invidious ~iles first led me TO be-
| lieve in the honor of your sex. My dear
Caroline" said Mr.. Tweadie, as his excited
wife prepared TO carry her threat into execu
ton, "you are a fool; and your mother will tell
you the same thing, if you are silly enough
to GO" "Oh, you base villain! .'cried Mrs
| rweadle, and burst into hysterical tiood OF
tears. Then sobbing the wish, that the ground
| would open and swallow her where she stood.
she started forth for the dwelling of her pa
rents. .,
"Give my kind love to father and mother,
| shouted Mr.. Tweadle, from the door step. Il
| shall look for you here again in couple OF
hours. and will not retire till that time arrives"
Here was cold blooded insult added 10 injury.
! The home of her childhood was gained, and
her parents reused up in amazement from their
he'd. and amid a choking flood of sobs, Mrs.
Tweadle lay her head on The bosom OF her
mo,her. and laid bare the base conduct OF her
| nofnithtuI husband. But instead Of the con-
solng sympathy she expected, her mother
| pressed her hands to her sides, and laughed
I'M the tears of laughing merrlment faifiy
con,r;v;ny 10 saw. in SORT OF spasmodlc spiut-
..ni. 7myf rh;s will be the death OF me.