Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1870-09-09
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Awkward Predicament.

A few evenings sincea party Of friends
met at a social gathering at a fashiona-
BILE restaurant. Some were bachelors,
and some were in the enjoyment OF
Heavens best gift on earth to man r
The evening was cold and chilly, and
most Of them wore overcoats. Two OF
these were nearly alike, and were owned
respectively by Charley G. and
Charley S., one Of them married,
the other single, and wild rakish sort
of fellow, who, as fast as he was out
of one love scrape, was in another. His
pockets we're always full Of rose-colored
missives and delicate love tokens. His
heart was desolate out of the sight of
woman kind; yet his adventurous head
never permitted the matrimonial moose
to curl around it. His friend Charley
G. is sober, married man, cherishing a
bright-eyed, but jealous-hearted little
wife, who loves him tenderly. He had
found it difficult to obtain permission to
attend the supper at all.
1t was given at last with the under
standing that hewould come home early.
He didn't, however, but satlate: so very
late, indeed, that he slept soundly the
next morning until after the sun was far
advanced toward the zenith. He had
met with misfortune, too, having stumb-
led on his way home, and rolled over in
the muddy street. His wife, however,
set about repairing the mishap the next
morning by cleansing his muddy over
coat. While engaged in this occupation
her hand by the merest chance in the
world, strayed into one of the side pock-
cts of the coat, and encountering neat
iy-folded billetdeux superscribed simply
to Charley, read;
"Do not go to that horrid supper, love
but come to me instead. am so lonely.
Your devoted Kate"
Oh my but the little blue eyes flash.
el--the color came and went upon cheek
and forehead-when she read the lines.
There was moments pause, as if to
still the intensity of passion, and then
Mr.. G. was rudely shaken from his
rest.
What is the meaning of this, sir?'
said the little white hand trembling with
passion as the offending paper was held
up before the culprit.
81 don't know! Who brought it ?"
"Who brought it, sir. l found it in
your coat pocket, Mr.. G.. l wan
an explanation-Iw will have one-I wan
divorce, too y
Mr.. C was fully aroused by thi
time, he protested he knew nothing 0
the note-he did not know how tn
treacherous little thing came in his pock
ct. He appealed to his wife's good sens
She would hear Of no denial, but instead
made dive into the coat pocket. Anoth
er little missive rewarded her search
1t was brimful of the tenderest endear.
ments, and dated only two days back,
but was in another hand writing, very
feminine, very beautiful, and signed.
Jennie"
"Oh you Turk Just look at thaty"
and, while Charley's bewildered eyes
were perusing the letter another visit was
made to the receptacle of love-another
letter came out. 1t was equally as deli
cate, but full Of upbraiding. 1t called
Charley cruel, false, deceitful said that
Fannie's broken heart was to be laid at
his door; said that his once loved dar.
ling would die early.
The lips were now white with rage
the blue eyes all afame with fire-tha
little willowy form drawn up to its full
est height. Charley never saw her look
SO indignant.
You rake-monster Why Brigham
Young would be ashamed to do as YOU
have DONE"
Another dive was made into the mock
1t, and letters brought out, until dozen
strewed the floor; all from different la
dies-all evincing the tenderest love for
Charley.
Unable to cope with the storm of in.
dignation, he made hasty exit from the
room, and leaving the house left his wife
to mediate upon divorce or suicide at
leisure. A few moments after, however
the servant of Charley s. appeared
with Mr.. G-s overcoat, and respect
fully solicited the return Of his masters
The reader is left to imagine the rest.
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