Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1870-05-12
WHAT CAME OF MY JEALOUSY,
By EMMA GARRISON JONES.

1t was a misty, yet sweet Septem-
ber night. / can see the sky as il
hung over our cottage home, star
ry blue; with here and there q
patch of white floating gossamer
and the harvest coming up
and flooding all the world with
golden splendor l remember how
the crimson roses hung above the
doorway, heavy with their own
sweetness, and what suggestive
odors filoated up from the flower
beds in the dim old garden. l can
even remember the dress ] wore (;
pure white, because that was the
dress in which my husband loved
me best. Did he love at all? Or
was it my yellow gold that won
him?
Immediately after our marriage
we went to Europe, where we ram
bIed about for a year or two, win
tering in Rome, and spending our
summers among the Alps. Then
we returned home. But the no
madic spirit was still upon us, and
we took what our own country af-
forded in the way of gipsey life
In the midst of this wandering, in a
little country town amid the lakes,
my first trouble came. On the Sec
ond day of our soiourn at this
place, to which we had come in ac-
cordanCe with my husbands wish,
l missed him. He was fishing for
trout, one of our party suggested
in the afternoon we strolled towards
the stream. Passing a small cot
tage, we heard voices, and some
thing familiar made me glance that
way. There they stood side by
side. my husband and woman-a
young woman, with glossy, raven
hair! / passed on ir silence; but
that night when my husband
returned and sought me, was re-
served and cold. | refused to dance
and would not sing for him. He
followed me from place to place,
his eyes full of grave solicitude. The
instant we were in our room, he
caught my hand in his.
"My darling" he said, "what
troubles you? ?"
For my life | could not tell him.
| was afraid to let him know that /
doubted his integrity"
Horace" | questioned, timidly,
"do you love me?"
His fine eyes opened with aston
ishment. But he answered pas
sionately:
"Love you? Aye. better than
you will ever know, Violet"
"Did you--have you ever loved
any one else!' l faltered.
''Never, Violet, on my honor"
l was happy, yet not entirely
satisfied. l was woman. Eve
ate the forbidden fruit with Para
disc all around her.
"Then who was it," l faltered,
"that woman-I saw you with
this afternoon p
He started and flushed very red
for a moment, then he laughed.
"Ohw he said, 'jealOus, are
you? Then / am sure you love
me. But, seriosly, my dear, l
ought to have apologized for my
long absence. That woman was
friend, an old friend Of mine-she's
in distress, and l had to help her.
Are you satisfedY"
l nodded my head in assent, yet
my heart was not quite at rest
After that we went down to our
little sea-home, and settled into so
ber, married life; and for months
our bliss was perfect; and then
that dreadful night came!
Horace had been gone all day.
He did not come home to dinner,
as was his custom; so after hav-
ing ordered tea, l sat down on
the rose-shaded porch to await
him. Sunset, dusk, evening, the
moon soaring above the sea! Still
be did not come. Dinner and
supper had both spoiled; the flow
ers in my hair fading, and l was
sick and weary, with waiting
and suspense. Horace had never
remained away so long since our
mar iage. WHAT could detain him
so? Very slowly the night went
by. Twelve O'Clock came, the
moon dropped out of sight, leaving
ne in darkness. An owl hooted
rom the top of the old willow,
md the surf beat with a weary,
iObbing sound.
worked myself up into a per
ect tremor of alarm and nervous
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