The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1870-03-03

An AWKWARD kreolcamenC.
A few evenings since, party OF
friends met at social gathering at
fashionable restaurant. Some were
bachelors, and some were in the enjoy
ment Of heavens best gift On earth to
man. The evening was cold and chilly,
and most Of them wore ovcrcoats. Two
Of these were almost precisely alike,
and were owned respectively by Charley
G. and Charley s., one of
them married, the latter single, and
wild, rakish sort of fellow, who, as fast
as he was out Of one love scrapc, was In
another. His pockets were always full
of rose colored missives and love tokens.
His heart was desolate out Of the sunny
glances of womankind; yet his adven-
turous head never permitted the matri-
moniai moose to curl around 1t. His
friend Charley c., is sober, mar
red man, cherishing bright-eyed but
Jealous. hearted little wife. who loves
him tenderiy. lie had found 1t difficult
to obtain permission to attend the sup
per at all. 1t was given at last, with
the understanding that he was to come
home early. He didn't however, but
sat late; SO very late, indeed, that he
slept soundly next morning, until after
the sun was far advanced toward the
zenith. He had met with misfortune,
too, having stumbled on his way home,
and rolled over in the dirty street. His
wife, however, set about repairing his
mishap next morning by cleansing his
muddy greatcoat. While engaged in
this occupation her hand, by the merest
chance in the world, strayed into one of
tn. side pockets Of the coat, and encoun-
tering a neatly folded billet doux super
superseribed simply Charley, read:
Do not 60 to that horrid supper, love,
but come to me instead. 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 a moments pause, as II to
still the intensity of passion, and then
Mr.. &. was rudely shaken from his
rest.
What is the meaning of this, sir?' and
the little white hands trembled with
passion as the offending paper was held
up bef,re the culprit.
II don't know! who brought IT.
"Who brought it, sir! found it in
your coat pocket, Mr.. G. l want di-
vorce, tool"
Mr.. G. was fully aroused by this time.
He protested he knew nothing OF the
note-he did not know how the treach-
ereus thing came in his pocket. He APP
pealcd to his wifes good sense. She
would hear or no denial, bat i"stoah
made another dive into the coat pocket.
another little missive rewarded her
search. 1t was brimfull of the tenderest
endearments, and dated only two days
back. was in another handwriting, very
feminine, very beautiful, and signed
"Iennie."
"Oh, you Turk! just look 1t that!''
and. while Charley's bewildered eyes
were perusing the letter, another visit
was made to the receptacle of love-an-
other letter came out. It was equally
as delicate, but full of upbraiding. 1t
called Charley cruel, false, deceitfui;
said that '.Fanny's" broken heart was to
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 form drawn up to its fall
est height. Charley never saw her LOOK
80 indignant.
"You urake!-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 a dozen strewed the floor; oil
from dif4erent ladies-ail evincing the
tepderest love OF Charley.
Unable to cope with the storm Of in
tlianation, Ire made hasty exit from the
room, and leaving the house, left hi
wife to mediate upon divorce Or suicide