Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1859-06-08
HOW I BECAME JEALOUS.
ny NARY KYLE DALLAs.

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we now resided noticed one very disagreeapie
popularity in relation to the adjoining oiock
of Houses. They had no back-door yards, anu
consequently the windows closely overlooked
our gardens, which were not very large them
selves, though they were pretty. men we
first took possession of our new residence, the
windows directly opposite ours were closed,
and the apartments untenanted. / had scarce
ly got to rights and fairly settled down, how
ever, before perceived great renosatons ana
improvements were in progress In three empty
rooms. Painting and paperng, whitewashlng
and guiding, scrubbing and wiudow-washing,
were the order of the day for a fortnight.
And then, after a short respite, white shades
were visible at the windows, and L knew the
new tenants had moved in. l did hope they
were not inquisitive, disagreeable people
For some time saw no one but quiet,
common place young man, with very shiny
head of hair and an immense collar and era
vat, who appeared now and then at the window,
and vanish lnstantaneously. And L began to
fiatter myself that we should not be annoyed
at all
One morning-it was bright, still day, and
the atmosphere was very oppressive; re-
member it we'll; for had arisen with such an
unaccountabe depression of spirits as had
never before experienced, and felt sure some
thing distressing would happen before night.
Well. this morning, as | was running down
stairs very early-before any one else was up
in the house happened to glance out of the
window at the stairhead, and there at that
part of the house / have mentioned sat
young lady. She was very pretty. Her COM
plexion was extraordinarily clear, and her
hair was magnificent. But declare l never
saw such a cold, saucy glance as that which
she fixed directly on the window of our ROOM
did hope Psalter wasn't looking out.
After breakfast, Psalter sat down by the
door which opened into the garden, to read
he nd all the time he sat there that
impudent thing stared right straight at him
without moving an inch. l thought it strange
that Psalter didn't observe her. All day the
shades were down, but Gf you'll believe me)
no sooner.had the sun set, than there she sat
again in the same position, trying, as saw
plainly to make Psalter take notice OF her.
And the style in which she was dressed-it
was ridiculous.
Every day the same thing was repeated
but 1 purposely avoided saying anything to
Psalter, as he has not seen her himself, lest
he should look towards her out OF curiosity /;
and then, of course, she would think be was
overwhelmed with admiration.
Sister in-law was quite near neighbor of
ours and ran in every day; and one afternoon
1 casually mentioned the circumstance to her
as a good joke. Sister in-law looked very Sc
rious.
ssYou say, Psalter has never noticed her 20
she said.
aNever once" replied.
"Wen, 1 must say, Emma" confined she,
ssthat is in itself very suspicious-yery suspi-
cious indeed 10
ssWhy. Jane p' exclaimed, sswhat can you
mean! Suspicious 20
aRehect one moment, Emma. Would it
not have been only natural for Psalter to re-
mark. ssThat's pretty GIRL" or, awe have
a new neighbor," or something of the sort
| Instead of Which he has preserved total silence
| on the subject,'' said sister-in-law, emphasi-
| eli her remarks with her fOretluTer.
0He has never seen her,'' l replied, indig-
nantly, 81 told you So
CHOW, Emma nothing could make me be-
| lieve Hat,'' said Jane; ssand L warn you as a
sister to watch that window well, or you'll re-
| pent it.
| | knew it was foolish, but declare could
| not help thinking of what she had said for
hours afterwards, and I caught myself look
ing at the window fifty times day.
ssWhere are you going % | inquired OF
| Psater, as he left the house one morning just
| after breakfast was on the table.
He gave me no definite answer, but merely
| replying that he would return in five minutes,
| closed the door and departed.
AS awaited his return, happened to turn
my eyes towards that window. There sat the
| woman, but her back was towards me, and on
| the window-seat beside her lay hat so like
| Psalter's. The longer looked the more con-
| vinced l was that | was not mistaken; and
vet the idea was so ridiculous, that felt
should never have husbanded it for one mo-
ment had it not been for James suggestions.
drove the thought away and went into the
house but when Psater returned, couldn't
help looking at the window-and, oh dear
me the hat had disappeared.
/ I cried and scolded myself and Scolded my
self and cried all day long. In the afternoon
L walked round the block for the purpose of
| inspecting the building which contained that
rindow. 1t was large and full of stores and
offices. On the ground floor was confection-
ery 1 stepped in and bought some oranges,
and then inquired of the proprietor, who was
| a German, sswho occupied the first floor ~
ssOh Mr.. Schmit have all de foor," was
the reply. s.I know not vat you say in dis
country-makcs many tings which is not true,
and der mouth and der head"
What could he meaD A bright thought
struck me they were actors, they must be.
ssMany tings which is not true-in der mouth,
in der head" / had a clue at last theatrical
people are always running off with other peo-
pies wives and husbands, and suing for divor-
| ces and intriguing generally ,all over the world.
Can any one think of the reason Is the Sc
cret hidden in the foot-lights, or rolled up
in the curtain Or is there something fatal
to fidelity in the air of the green-room ? Ger
| tain it is. that those who personate fictitious
heroes constant towiyes and lady loves through
difficulty, and danger, and death, and heroihes
who would sacrifice everything save virtue,
draw few practical lessons from their hiehtly
representation of those virtuous characters.
This woman then, dreaded, was an actress,
who had come to the deterihiha'ioh VI running
away with Psalter.
oh that hat why had seen it Three
days passed away, and again Psalter went out
before breakfast. 1 watched the window
couldn't help it. Oh, dear, dear in fifteen
minutes there was the hat standing on the sill
again. There was a handkerchief In the hat
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