Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1870-10-13
A TeII.Tale Oyercoat.

A few evenings since pafty offriends
met at asocial gathering at fashiona-
| BILE restaurant. Some were bachelors,
and some were in the enjoyment of
Heavens best gift to mani" The even
ing was cold and chilly, and most Of
them wore overcoats. Two of them
were nearly alike, and owned respec-
lively by Charley G. and Charley 8
-, one of them married and the other
single, and wild rakish sort of fellow,
who, as fast as he was out of one scrape
was in another, His pockets we're al
ways full of rose colored missives and
delicate love tokens. His heart was
desolate out of the sunny glances of
womankInd, yet his adventurous head
never pre- mitted the matrimonial moose
to curl around it. His friend Charley
G-is sober married man, cherish
ing brighteyed but jealous-hearted
little wife who loves him tenderly. He
found it difficult to obtain permission to
attend the supper at all.
1t 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
sou:dly the next morning, until after
the sun as far advanced 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
his mishap the next morning by clean
ing the muddy overcoat While engage
ed in this occupation her hand, by the
merest chance in the world, strayed
into one of the side pockets of his coat,
and encountering neatly folded billet
doux, superscribed simply to Charley,
readi
'Do not go to that horrid supper love,
but come to me instead, l am so lonely.
Your devoted KATE
Oh, my! but the little blue eyes flash
ed-the color came and went upon cheek
and forehead-when she red the lines.
There was moments pause as'ifto still
the intensity of passion, then Mr.. G.
was rudely shaken from his rest. What's
the meaning of this, sir?" and the little
white hands trembled with passion as
the offended paper was held up before
the culprit; II don't know? Who
brought it?"
"Who brought it, sir? 1 found it in
your coat pocket. Mr.. G., Iwant
an explanation; I will have one; 1
want divorce, too!' Mr.. G. was
fully aroused by this time. He protest
ed he knew nothing of the note; he did
not knew how the treacherous little
thing came in his pocket. He appealed
to his wife's good snse. She would
here of no denial, but instead made an
other dive into the coat pocket. Another
little missive rewarded her search. 1t
was brimfull of tenderest endearments,
and dated only two days back,
but was in another hand writing, very
beautiful. and signed Jennie" "Oh,
you Turk! just look at that!" and while
Charley's bewildered eyes were psrus-
ing the letter, another visit was made
to the receptacle OF flove-anothsr letter
came out. 1t was equally delicate, but
fnll ofupbraidings' 1t called Charley
cruel, false, deceitful. Said that Fan
nie's broken heart would be laid at his
door; said his once loved darling would
die early"
The lips were white now with rage,
the blue eyes all aflame with fire, the
little willowy from drawn up to its full
est height. Charley never saw her
looking so indignant.
"You rake-monster! Why, Brigham
! Young would be ashamed to do as you
have done!"
Another dive was made to the pock-
ct, and letters were brought out until q
dozen strewed the floor-all Of them
from different ladies, all evincing the