Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-02-26

but although she haunted JAMESON of
flee until she was ashamed to be seer
there any more, she has never, as tel
you, got line or dollar from her hus
i band. Little by little, during all this
time, she sold everything she had until
she came to the misery we found her in.
Now, Mr.. Quigg, what is to be done?"
"Um!" said /, "you can't turn her out
again"
81 don't mean to-" said Julia, with a
slight touch of sarcasm.
"You cannot keep her forever" said
1.
81 am not quite so sure of that" said
Julia.
"Come, them" said /, seeing in which
quarter the wind was, ''we must do some
thing. Has she written to her husband
and told him her trials?"
s'No, she was too proud. She says if
he has really forge item or wishes to for
get her, she viii not remind him even
that she lives"
every well, leave it to me them" said
/, s'nurse the poor thing, and by the time
she is well, we will know better what to
do" f.... ...
This finished our conversation. But
the story had set me to thinking. So the
next day / went to work to find out
what kind of man Jameson was, and
learned enough to put me in Hamlet's
frape of mind when Horatio tells him
about his papa's ghost:--"I doubted
some fopl play" That same day, there
fore, / wrote to Morehead, and enclosed
the letter to a friend in California, with
an urgent request to find Mr.. M. if he
were yet in the land of the living.
In the course of few weeks, what
with agood doctor, whohad sense enough
to give no physic, and Julia's nursing,
Mrs. Morehead gotguite strong and well;
but still she went about the house pale
and silent; haunted by one unvarying
recollection. You could see that the
thought of her husband was never out
of her mind. She was never idle, how
ever, for that thought seemed to be
twined with another, which was that it
was her duty to do everything in the
house that she could do with the best
chance of not being found out, or accus-
ed of trying to pay us for our accidental
kindness to her boy And, upon my
word, she succeeded in doing such an
infnitude of nameless good offices, eye
nv day, that it was not long before we
were all as much the slaves ofherindus-
trious goodness, as she thought herself
of ours.
So, one day, in early summer, when |
came home from my Office and found a
tall brown man, with no end of whisk-
ers and moustache sitting by her in our
little parlor, and everybody's eyes in the
house, from the cooks to the lap dogs,
as red as piece offresh beet, and Mary
Morehead started up more like an insane
Italian prima donna than the pale quiet
woman who had been going about our
house so long, and cried out:
s'He has come. This is Charles; my
Charles, Mr.. Quigg; and he never for
got me-" together with several other in.
teresting facts, which, however got SO
tangled up with sobs and laughter that
nobody could get them apart say
when all this took place, Ifeltvery much
more like showing that amiable and be.
lied Charles the door, than showing him
that degree of intense civility which ]
saw was expected of me. However,
acted very happy, and after while we
had the whole story. 1t was, of course
no new one. Charles had written
Charles had sent money. Jameson was
a rascal. Jameson had pocketed the
money, and kept or destroyed the let
tiers.
\ Next day we afforded an agreeable
variety of scenes to the habitues of W al
!, street. We, that is Charles and |, wen
to Mr.. Rascal Jamicson's office; anC
whilst Morehead gave Mr.. Rascal Jamie
son pluter-plu perfect good cowhidine
l had felicity of explaining to the crowC
which gathered, the little bit of ''finan
ciering" on the starving wife and chile
of an absent friend, by which Mr.. Ras
cal Jameson brought it on himself
must do the crowd and two policeman
, who were present the justice to say
, that every one of them deserved place
on the bench of the Supreme Court; fo
, they made solemn ring, and wheneve
Morehead's arm tagged, earnestly re
quested him to give Jameson a littl'
more of the same sort.
| Next day Jamieson's Office was closed
He has never been seen in New Yorl
: since. This action on his part convin
ces me he was not fit for his profession
2 Mary Morehead and Charles live mex
r door to us now: and any body who doubt
D the truth of this story, can learn tn
number of their house by calling eithe
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