The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1871-06-15
UHE RlBUHE.
Official City and County Paper
WHAT CAME OF MY JEALOUSY

Il was 3 misty yet sweet Septemte,
night, can see the sky as it hung owe
Swans Nest, our sea side home, starry
blue, with here and there patch O
white, floating gossamer; and the har
vest moon coming up and flooding al
the world with golden splendor. | re
member how the crimson rose hung high
abo~e the door, heavy with their owr
sweetness; and what suggestive odors
foated up from the flower beds in the
dim, old garden. I can ever remember
the dress | wora-because it was the
dress in which nv husband loved me
best. Did he love me at all? Or was
it my yellow gold that won him?
Immediately after our marriage We
went on the Continent, where we ram
bled year or two, wintering in Rome,
and spending our summers amid the
Alps. Then we returned home. But
the nomadic spirit was still upon Us, and
we took what our own country afforded
in the way Of gypsy life. Ii the midst Of
this wandering, in country town amid
the lakes, my first trouble came. On
the second day Of our sojourn at the
hotel in this place, to which We had come
In accordance with my husbands wish,
Lmissed him. He was fishing for trout,
one of our party suggested: and, in the
afternoon, we strolled down toward the
stream. Passing small cottage we
heard voices, and something familiar
made me glance that way. There they
stood side by side, my husband and a
women-a young woman, with glossy,
raven hair | passed on in silence, but
that night when my husband returned
and sought me, [ was reserved and cold.
/ refused to dance, and would not sing
for him. He followed me from place to
place, his eyes full of solicitude. The
instant we were In our room, he caught
my hand in his.
My darling" he said, what trobles
you?;'
For my life I could not tell him. / was
afraid to let him know that [ doubted
his integrity.
Horace" I questioned timidly, 'do
you love me? p
His fine eyes opened wide with aston
ishment- But he answered, passionately,
Love you? Better than you will ever
know, Violet"
Ibid you-have you ever loved any
one else ?" [ faltered.
Never, Violet, on my honor
| was happy, yet not entirely salts
fed. I was woman. Eve eat the for
hidden fruit, with Paradise all around
her.
''Then who was it," I faltered, that
woman-I saw with youths after
noon ?''
He started and flushed very red for a
moment, then he laughed.
ooh, he said Jealous, are you
Then [ am sure you love me. But Sc
riously, dear, I ought to have .apoloigi-
zed for my long absence. That woman
was friend. an old friend Of mine: she
is in distress, and [ had to help her. Are
you satisfied ?"
L nodded my head in assent, yet my
heart was not quite at rest. After that
we went down to Swan Nest, our sea-
side home, and settled into sober mar
RED life; and for months our bliss was
perfect; and then that dreadful night
came.
Horace had been gone all day. IL
did not come home to dinner, as was HI.
custom; SO, after having ordered tea,
dressed myself and sat down in the
shaded porch to wait for him. Sunset
dusk, evening the moon soaring III
above seal Still he did not come. Din.
ner aid supper had both got spoiled; the
flowers IN my hair were falling, and
was sick and weary with waiting and
suspense. Horace had never remained
away SO long since our marriage. What
could detaiu him so? Very slowly the
evening went by. Twelve o'clock came
the moon dropped OFT of sight, leaving
me in the darkness. An owl hooted from
the top of the old window, and the sur
beat with weary, sobbing sound.
[ worked myself up into a perfect tire
NOR Of alarm and nervous excitement
and by degrees. the old doubt, or fear
or whatever it was, stole back to my
mind. My husband was cruel to keer
me IN suspense. He did not love me
1t never occurred to me that he might
be detained against his will. When, al
last. the clock was on the stroke OF
three, l caught the quick tramp of his
horses feet. But it did not greatly re-
lieve me. | felt angry, and, instead O
running down to meet him, as nv wo
mans nature prompted me, yielded
to my petty, hayward will, and kept m,
seat. When he reached the porch, h,
sprang down flushed and eager.
Violet" be cried. the moment ht
got sight ofme, ''are you up yet? I an
SO sorry He approached, both hand:
extended But | turned from him, ane
walked in the hail.
He stood for a moment in silent aston
ishment, then followed, and took m,
hand, though kept my face persistenth
averted.
"Violet," he said, what is it? Ar,
you i'll, tired? [ was sorry to keep yo,
waiting, but oircumstances-'