Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-01-08
VOL. XII.
JEALOUSY.
BIZ MARGARET VERNE.

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Yes, Harry is jealous, I am sure of it. an
writing by the table, and of course cannot see
anything that is going on around me. Yet thi.
thing am sure OF, that Harry and Minnie have
been quarreling; that Minnie has tanned he,
little foot on the hearth-rug, examined the rosy
nails OF each slender hand attentively, and thal
Harry has whistled Yankee Doodle with all his
might, looking out from under his long brown
lashes, to see how his Indifference affected Min.
ME.
Now Minnie takes book and turns over the
leaves carelessy, stopping to hum O tune that
one of Harry's rivals is exceedingly fond of
Harry yawns. Minnie keeps on hnmming the
air without looking up, and now goes for her
writing desk Opens it, and takes out q huge
white envelope. superscribed in bold, beauti.
ful hand-blushes little, and takes pains that
Harry sees. Every nerve in his body is awake
he gares his great brown eyes at Minnie he
looks as though he would devour her
Minnie takes just the daintiest sheet of paper
out OF her desk, and commences writiny-O, 50
neatly and SO nicely She never took 80 much
pains when she wrote to Uarry-never, not
she; and she hopes Harry will understand it.
lie does understand it, bites his lips, strokes
his moustache, and sets his teeth together
Now he bitches about in his chair; puts his
feet on an ottoman; now kicks the ottoman
over and gets up out of his chair altogether.
Minnie smiles; Harry goes to the window.
Why don t he sit down, and not make dunce
OF himself! Why don't he take it coolly, set
before the fire and read his newspaper, instead
OF pleasing the little coquette of a Minnie by
his uneasiness What fools men are' If L
live, he is halflOoking over her shoulder this
minute. Sit down, you ape, and not make a
whirlwind of yourself
Minnie draws herself up like little queen,
as Harry glances at her writing-arches her
neck, and curls her red lips as though he had
insulted her, and he writhes into his chair
again.
Minnie writes faster than ever, and Harry
watches her. Now she had finished, and is
fumbling about in her desk after something.
les, pair of sciSsors-what can she want of
them? Clip, and off goes one of her brown
curls. Harry starts upon his feet smothers
INTO a growl the angry words upon his tongue :;
sits down again, and again kicks over the otto
man.
Would you like to read my letter, Mag
gie?''
L read it,
g. What nice letter it is, exclaimed, Civ
ing it back to her.
W sh could say something to comfort Har-
ry- | might, if-if-I wasn't a woman, lust
like Minnie.
." He understands French, then - say to
Minnie,
60 yes, he is fne French scholar" she
answers, placing her brown curl within tho
folds of the letter.
Harry hops up again, aud sits down as quick
ly.
Minnie commences putting her desk in order.
wipes her pen, shuts down the cover of her
mkstand, replaces her scissors, paper and en-
veioPes. Harry sighs; gracious, what a sigh
Tor all the world like the puff of steam engine
Minnie takes up her writing desk and lamp
bends down her red lips for kiss, and says
"GOOd night, Maggie
Now she is gone. Harry sishs, long, loud,
and deep, and glances at me. hope don't
smile, though it would be just me TO- Now he
Is out OF his chair again, and coming towards
me.
Maggie, tell me, in the name of misery.
tell me who Minnie wrote that letter to-
-" what are you thinking about! l betray
Minnies confidence! You are insane ~
But, Maggie, tell me, if you have any re.
gard for me! Was it Frank Warren?''
Charles Stetson?''
David Wal ster?"
That miserable French teacher?''
"No, no.
W ho was it, then ?''
Il have great mind to tell you-no, no,
mustn't"
g Yes: do let me know. Minnie shall never
hear of it,"
Well, it was-put your ear close to my
mouth--it was
Who;
1T was-don't hurry met was-was-n
Who please Harry
"It--it-w-a-s-''
Who 2 he fairly groans.
1t was-yes, it was
"WhOt" he tbunders
''It was-her sister,
"Tbe deuce it was.''
"Ha ha ha hOi hoi hor,
L am alone; my ears are ringing with some
thing like sound boxing. Harry has Just
slammed the outside door, ferceIy enough to
jar the whole house, and jumped out on the
kle-bones
Whew. what fools the men are Amer.
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