American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-09-28
CANTON, MISS, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER %, 1872.

''That's just my feeling about it, re
piled Mrs. Twitchell. 'Oh, l feel some
times as if I'd like to strangle him.
swell, l never would do that sal
Mrs. PrOudfOot: "But I wouldn't kee
such a thing shut up in nv bosom. Il
have the satisfaction of telling him abou
it-of letting him know that l knew of hi
rascality. And you and the children
won't be brought to poverty: he'll b
compelled to provide to some extent TO
you. And anyhow, everybody is tallin:
of the way in which the money was mad
by sharp practice. Mr.. Twitchell pu
temptation in the way of these men, an,
is saying. So, if you should leave him
you'll only be giving up ill-gOtten gains.
| Il never thought of that BEFORE
| ''And you'll never be able to keep you
secret from Mr.. Twitchell you'll som,
day get into one of your mean you'll
get excited-and let it all out. You'll
talk of it in your sleep: it'll leal
| little admissions and denials. And by
living with him you'll get the credit o
being as mean as ne is
The wife gave long sigh; 81 shall de
eide the matter finally tonight. As tC
| his being mean," she continued on second
thought, flushing and her eye kindIing
hes no worse than many of his neigh.
Mr.. Twitchell after tea went down
street. Mrs. Twitchell got the baby to
sleep at an early hour, and seating herself
by its cradle in the dark, she resolved to
look her trouble in the face, and by hard
| thinking to work into the light
to satisfy herself as to her best course.
Amid great perplexity she finally worked
hold on to the money for the children 5
sake" Another period of hard thinking,
and another resolve stood out defined:
s. 1 must speak to him about this The
final compromise: ''I'll let him under
stand that l know of his infidelity, but
III forgive him ON his promise never
again to see this wicked girl
'' Mandy" Mr.. Twitchell was calling.
She CROPPED her way into the dining-room,
for the lamps were unlighted and the twi-
light had deepened into night. 'sWhat
under the stars are you mOping in this
darkness for? Most women in your shoes
would illuminate the house. You don't
seem to me half glad enough over your
fortune. Why, you ought to see how po-
lite people are to me! And there are no.
tees of my invention in both tile evening
papers but don't you believe, the T1-ib-
une attributes the whole thing to Thomas
Twitchell, instead of TimOthy!'' As
Mrs Twitchell made no reply, but went
on lighting the lamps, he continued ::
lHOuldS NltCHtH Is young Il
teller in a National bank, and we are
often COMPOUNDED. He gets my letters.
and get his, and letters addressed to T..
Twitchell are as apt to go wrong as
right. l once opened a letter to him from
his sweetheart, and do believe l forgot
to RENAL that letter. Let me see; it was
just before left home, and l was so alb
sorbed-who knows but I've made trouble
between the lovers ~
sob, TIM" Mrs. Twitcheli put her
face in her hands and cried.
Mr.. Twitchell went over and sat down
beside her: ''Well, now, this looks more
appreciative. Poor little wife! You've
had some hard times but they are over
now. l kept telling you I'd strike mine
some day."
''Where did you get the idea 20 asked
the wife, wiping her eyes and nose.
Mr.. Twitchell tapped his forehead with
his right forefinger: "YOu didn't believe
in me, though. You didn't believe I'd
ever strike oil. "-Lippi,coH for October.