Amador weekly ledger., 1858-04-10

him talking to.
"Jula," said he, zone of my gloves has a
rent in it, which wish you would repair !;
you don't want your husband to look shabby,
do you? You will find it in the right pocket
of my coat"
She, like very dutiful, beautiful little wife
as she was, went to the coat as it hung on its
peg in the entry, and reaching down into the
pocket to find the glove, she touched some
thing of a paper kind that decidedly to her
touch resembled letter She took it out
with the glove, and her work basket was up
stairs, she thought she would mend the rent
there, while Watkins was enjoying his news
paper 1t was a curiosity-a passion that
has clung around poor humanity with per-
tinacious strength from the begnning-that
prompted her to take the letter, but when
alone by herself she reflected before she
opened it, and laid it on the table. She pro-
ceeded to mend the glove, still thinking OF
the letter, asking herself should she open it
fearing it would be wrong to do so, and at
last determined that she would. 1t was
letter of which the envelop had been destroyed,
and glance at the first page assured her it
was in female hand At that instant her
husbands boot was heard upon the stairs,
and placing the letter under her basket, she
gave him his glove, and he went away, bid
ding her goodbye.
He is dear, good soul, said she, "and
it is almost like doubling him to read this
letter. But of course it can't be anything
he would not want me to see--of course not"
and with this reflection she took the letter in
her hand again
fret ,rla tr tur ~
pale, and in an instant the mere suggestion Of
idle curiosity had become transferred into in
tense anxiety Her lips were apart, her eyes
were fixed with stony glare upon the paper
her form trembed violently, aud the poor lit
tie thing came nigh swoonng under the pres
sure of feeling that overpowered her. There
was letter, written in female hand to her
husband beginning with My dear dear,
dear w." and ending, "yours, dlone Anna"
The letter was of the most tender character,
burning all up with its own fervor glowing
with loving intensity and proposing a meet
ing at little cottage Just outside of the
town, the next day-the evening Of the day
following that on which she had made the
discovery. She was frantic with the passion
the discovery awakened She patted her lit
tie foot on the carpet she crumpled the letter
| in her hand and cried like child, and would
have screamed, probably, had she not been
restrained by latent idea of the absurdity
of such course She clenched her little
hands till the nails almost cut her palms,
and at length resolved as any other woman
of spirit would have done, to be third par
ty at the interview in the cottage, whose To-
cation she well knew from the fact that Mr.
| Watkins had admired it once as they were
riding BY it.
Mr.. Watkins walked back to the store in o
mood of mind the most complacent, little
dreaming Of the tempest that was raging
around his pleasant home, smashing his
household goods in irremediable ruin. In
satiate Watkins, would not one suffice 7"
Wilkins came back to the store, and after
idling about for about an hour said he had
an engagement, and went away again. The
afternoon passed, and Watkins left an hour
earlier than usual giving the clerk to under
stand that he was going home. All, Watkins!
perhaps, if we were to look into that heart,
throbbing beneath its encaSement of broad
cloth, we should find it black with duplicity-
perhaps, Watkins, VOWS and protestations
thou hast made to that pretty little wife at
home may be at this time as far below par as
Powebc shares or Ogdensburg second mort
gage bonds-perhaps even now the object
nearest thy heart is this perddious meeting
with "yours alone in the little cottage out
side the town-and perhaps not.
Mr. Watkins went out.
Towards the close of the afternoon, little
woman, hooded and yelled, might have been
seen hastily walking through the streets Of
the town where the house Of Wilkins 4
Watkins was located, and her steps were ev-
identity directed towards the outer limits of
the town. Could the disguise which conceal
ed her have been penetrated, aud the pur-
pose which filed the brain OF that hooded
little figure been read, certain pretty cot
tage in the outskirts would have been found
to be its stimulant, and q certain james
Watkins whose ears were to ring
with the voice Of her reproaches. 1t was
Mrs Watkins-that much outraged woman
and her indignation was earnest and COM
plete The distance, however from her home
her ruined home, the scene Of her blasted
hopes and expectations the cottage was
very long, and fatigue of body, whatever
novests may say to the contrary, exerts a
controlling influence over all feelings OF the
human mind-except love, which nothing
can change have consulted proper author
tiles on this point, and am sustained in saying
that love, the real article, l mean, as differ
ent from the spurious sort as the bottled
cider they sell at the shops is from real ap-
pie juce-never changes. Fatigue worked
a change in the temper of her anger and by
the time she had arrived in sight of the cot