Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1866-11-29

Z,
/ and she would be happy to receive him at
her house
Could any woman be more agreeable,
thought Wilson,as he parted from the pret.
ty stranger who had so kindly-putting all
COZ ventionalities aside, and utterly regard
| less of the fro0ns of Mrs Grundy-assisted
him to the purchase of fashionable bonnet
| for his young wife
Now, although there was something ex-
traordinary in the conduct of the lady, so
unsual from the course ordinarily pursued
by her sex, Henry forgot not his loyalty to
nor his love Tor his Mary He could not, it
| Is true, obliteratc from memory the sweet
eyes, or the bright, inviting smiles Of her
| who had done him 50 agreeable a service
| This simple act on the part of a stranger
was the cause Of u storm which he little
dreamed at the time
Had he turned his eyes back but once on
the path he was pursuing, while by the
side OF his fair cicerone, he would have
seen, closely following him, gentleman
who had been deeply enamored of Mary
Spencer, and whom he Henry had, with
| out an effort, "cut out" The fact is Wilson
is handsome, and has a nameless way that
Is exceedingly attractive with women. The
rejected instantly resolved on revenge
That very night he wrote to Mary, in a
telgned hand, an exaggerated account of
her husbands intercourse with lady. Ma
llcious hints were thrown out to excite the
poor woman to frenzy long before Henry
had returned she had worked herself into
such fit Of anger that it was dangerous
for any one to speak to her. 1t was while
laboring under this unreasonable fit of pas
sion that her husband made his appearance
with bandbox containing the precious
bonnet
"Marymy DEAR" he said, Owe got some
thing nice for you"
For me !" she cried sarcasticaIly; for
me, Sir You can't have anything for me!
It's for that woman--that thing you were
seen with in Springfield
"What are you talking about ~ asked
Henry, IN utter astonishment. "What do
you know about woman in Springfield 2"
Mary answered him by going into hys-
tericS. When she recovered little She
sprang at the box, tore off the lid, and seiz-
ing the delicate fragment in her hands
placed it for moment upon her head. An
cry as she was, she saw at glance that
it did not exactly suit her features or her
complexion-if it had, probably there would
have been no catastrophe--an this added
fuel to the all devouring fire of jealousy
which was consuming her Instantly she
threw it on the floor, and jumping upon it,
trampled flowers, ribbons, IaCes, etc, into
an undistinguishable mass This accom-
plished to her satisfaction, she gathered up
the ruin she had made and threw it into her
husbands face, telling him at the same
time, to go back to Springfield, and present
it, with his wife's compliments, to the huzzy
that he got it from.
1t was now Henry's turn to get angry,
and the result was a matrimonial storm,
that ragged for hours with unabated fury
The rain (tears) descended in never-ceasing
torrents, the lightning flashed, the thunder
rolled, and the winds shrieked through the
cordage Of the matrimonial barque, which
was permitted to drift nearer to those
dreadful rocks which are said to be found
partly submerged everywhere in the sea
Of matrimony, where it stranded, mere
wreck.
When the storm had somewhat exhausted
itself, Mrs. Wilson sprang to her feet, and,
with an injured air, which would have set
well upon Mrs Siddons or Fanny Kemble,
as Queen Catharine or Lady Macbeth, de-
clared she would seek a divorce-a separa-
tion--death, even--rather than live anoth-
er day with SO perfdious a wretch as he
was.
Every well, said the husband "as you
please, ma'am, FL crafty you"
Without another word Henry returned to
Springfield, there employed lawyer, and
almost before his wife had dried up her
tears, returned to his home-no longer
home, in its pureSt sense-and handed her,
signed and sealed, the Judgment of the
Court
She opened the paper and read that she
was no longer Mrs. Wilson, but Mary
Spencer.
Her anguish was painful 1t was with
difficulty She could command her feelings.
" am ready to go, Henry" Mrs. Wilson
said, in her saddest tones. g didn't mean
what l said, but was betrayed into it
I thought you no longer loved me- 1t
was that odious George Cane that did
it all. found out that it was he who saw
you with woman walking the streets of
Springfield, and he was determined on re-
venging himself on you for marrying me-
" 1t is too late for explanation" sighed
Henry, " You had no business to get mad,
especially when | tried to please you by
buying the handsomcst bonnet | ever saw.
The lady who was so kind as to assist me
IN getting it for you was q cousin of yours,
although did not know it at the time. She
knew me, but from sudden freak of fancy
refused to make herself known-Sarah Ad-
ans"
Sarah Adams !" exclaimed Mary, "why,
it was she who got me this hat" and the
divorced woman ran into another room, and
returned with bonnet that was in every
particular like the one which had so pleas
ed Wilson, and which in her frenzy, she
had trampled into shapeless nothing be-
fore him. al bought it," she sighed, I" and
intended to wear it because | thought it
would please you"
Something stuck in the throat Of Wilson
With an effort he got it down When he
found the @sophagus was more clear, he
said in a voice that went to the heart of
the woman
Mary "
She looked at him, and with a choking
sob answered.