Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-05-07
ACASF OF JEALOUSY.
DIsCHARGED-CURED.

We were in college together, and deep
in one another's confidence. He studied
law and commenced practice in the city
l read medicine, and opened an Office in
the country. But Fred got in love and
forgot me, until about three months after
his marriage, when / received letter
from him which troubled me very much.
1t was full of vague hints of sorrow, an
ger and despair. He wanted to see me.
He must see me and tell me what he
could not write. 1t was a week before /
could leave a patient, dangerously i'll
but one afternoon, after three nights
Of watching, l threw myself and my car
net bag into the cars, for the city. l
slept all the way, only disturbed by two
punches in the ribs and an equal number
in my ticket, and at eight o'clock found
myself ringing at the bell at the door of
Fred's pretty residence, on-street.
A trim servant girl answered to my
summons, knew by her look that she
had heard Of me, and suspected who l
ras. Mr.. Kennedy was at home she
said, and was in the parlor, the door of
which was swung open TO me, after l had
laid aside my overcoat l entered the door,
but the parlor seemed to be empty. l
looked about the walls, but the only thing
which fastened my attention was the
exquisite portrait of a beautiful woman,
almost enveloped in the misty bridal veil
"a very marvel of painting-through
which shone out the most golden ringiets,
and a face of sweet beauty and rare in
telligence. 1t seemed strange that the
parlor should be lighted so brilliantly and
be without an occupant and I advanced
toward the portrait without noticing tnat
a deep easy chair, its back toward me,
was planted before it. l soon perceived
that it was occupied, for and embroidered
slipper peeped out from one side, toying
lightly with the air, as if the heart Of
the one who wore it were absorbed in
happy contemplation.
I coughed slightly, and in an instant
Fred. Kennedy was on his feet, and l
was in his arms. never saw him so
extravaqant in his demonstrations of de-
aight. He shook my hands dozen times,
slapped my shoulders, caught me by the
arm and whirled me around the room,
boxed the fire, and then laughed as if he
were insane.
BY George! Tom Conway, am
glad to see you," said he, at last, fairly
putting with the demonstrations he had
made.
g had begun to suspect something o.
that kind" Ireplied, rubbing my should
er. Il think you must have been cul
tivating your affections lately"
"Well, 1 have. What do you thinI
of that ?" And he turned me around
and pointed to the portrait.
Exquisite !" I exclaimed.
Magnificent, isn't it p
" Mrs. Kennedy"
"Mrs. Fred. Kennedy"
"Very pretty, but she painted"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha !"
Now, Fred" said I, seriously, s.
down. You are too much excited.
will be the death of you. l have com
down to see you professionally. Yo
letter"
The letterP
"Ifs clear case of insanity" col
tinued. "IfI am favored with an inte
view with the original Mrs. Kennedy,
shall reprimand her for leavingyou alon
Your letter betrayed the most distressir
symptoms. 1 was afraid l should fiji
YOU had committed suicide, but l 81
there has been a reaction"
1 said this in bantering way, but
noticed that Fred's countenance change
until its expression changed, until the e
preston was one of mingled vexation al
pain.
"No more of that an thou lowest n
Tom" he replied, and then added, " aft
you have had supper 1 will tell you
about it. Jane is a good creature, a
has gone to the sewing circle. Tho
things bore me, and she insisted up
my staying at home. We shall have
good hour together before her return,
Fred sat almost silent with me, in
snug little dining room, when l did j
tice to my appetite and his hospitallt
then we returned to the parlor, and ga
myself up to slippers, a cigar and Ere
story.
"When / wrote you that letter" s
Fred, 81 was fool, but / was very
serable, nevertheless. You see, BET
/ was married, there was young II
IN the city, of the name of Benton.