Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-10-19
A Teli.Iaia Oyercnat.

A few evenings since q party of friends
met at social gathering at a fashionable
restaurant. Some were bachelors, and
some were in the enjoyment of ''Heaven's
best gift to man!' The evening was cold
and chilly, and most of them wore over
coats. Two of them were nearly alike, and
were owned respectively by Charley G.,
and Charley s., one of them married,
and the other single, and a wild, rakish
sort of fellow, who, as fast as he was out
of one scrape, was into another. His
pockets were always full of rose-colored
missives and love-tokens. His heart was
desolate, out of the sunny glances of wo-
mankind, yet his adventurous head never
permitted the matrimonial moose to curl
around it. His friend, Charley c., is a
sober man, cherishing q bright-eyed but
jealous-hearted little wife, who loves him
tenderly. He found it difficult to obtain
permission to attend the supper at all
It was given at last, with the under
standing that he would come home early.
He didn't, however, but sat late, SO very
late, indeed, that he slept soundly the next
morning until after the sun was far ad-
vanced toward the zenith. He had met
with misfortune, too, having stumbled
on his way home and rolled over in the
muddy street. His wife, however, set
about repairing the mishap the next morn
ing by cleansing the muddy overeoat.
While engaged in this occupation her
hand, by the merest chance in the world,
strayed into one of the side-pockets of his
coat, and encounteripg neatly-folded bil-
let douG, superscribed simply to Charley,
read:
s'Do not go to that horrid supper, love,
but come to me instead. I am so lonely.
Your devoted KATE"
Oh, my but the little blue eyes flashed
the color came and went upon cheek and
| forehead-when she read the lines, There
was moments pause, as if to still the in
tensity of passion, and then Mr.. c.
was rudely shaken from his rest. "What's
the meaning of this, sir ?" and the little
Tending paper was held up before the cul,
prit sI don't know. Who brought it p
"Who brought it sir? found it in yor:
coat pockt. Mr.. G., Iwant an explain.
alton; will have one; I want divorce,
toor' Mr.. G. was fully aroused by this
time. He protested he knew nothing Of
the note; he did not know how the treach-
erous little thing came in his pocket. He
appealed to his wife's good sense. She
would hear Of no denial, but instead made
another dive into the coat pocket. Anoth.
er little missive rewarded her search. Il
was brimful of the tenderest endearments
and dated only two days back, but was ir
another handwriting, very beautiful, and
signed, Jennie" "Oh you Turk iust
look at that! and while Charley's bewilder
ed eyes were perusing the letter, another
visit was made to the receptacle of love
another letter came out. 1t was equally
delicate, but full of upbraiding. 1t called
Charley cruel, false, deceitful, said tha
'tFannie's broken heart would be laid q
his door," said ''his once-loyed darling
would die early"
The lips were white now with rage, the
blue eyes all sfame with fire, the littl,
willow form drawn up to its fullest height
Charlie never saw her looking so indig
nant.
You rake-monster! Why, Brigham
Young would be ashamed to do as You have
done =
Another dive was made to the pocket
and letter after letter brought out, until
dozen strewed the fioor---all of them from
different ladies, all eviueing the tenderes
love for Charley. Unable to cope with thu
storm of indignation, he made hasty exi
from the room, and, leaving the house, lei
his wife to mediate upon divorce or sui
eide at leisure. A few minutes after, how
ever, the servant of Charley s. appear
ed with Mr. G-'s overcoat,T and re
spectfully solicited the return of his mas
| ter's