Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-02-13

enough to smart under what he consid-
cred an overstepping of the bounds of
even well-founded jealousy, so he an
swered:
"Well, what of it? Where did you
get that note? Were you rummaging
In my pockets for curiosities, madam p
Well, that is cool r retorted the
lady, who was by this time too angry to
prolong her crying, and too much ex-
asperated by her husbands GOODNESS to
allow him any explanation.
The two little Thistledowns had fol-
lowed their parents to the library, and
were standing in the doorway, with their
little faces the pictures of anxiety, and
| the boys, Timothy, Jr., variegated in
expression by tears running down his
cheeks-so the door was closed against
them, and the darlings were shut out
from the domestic trouble, while the
breezy encounters were shut in, to have
it out.
Mr.. T. was doggedly silent; the lady
raved and tore around the room, and
threw the worked sofa pillow at him,
doing more damage to the drop light
and shade upon the library table than
it did to the gentleman against whom
the blow was directed, and without
word, except muttered sentence, sound
nag very much like Confeund you p
MIR. Timothy Thistledown left the room,
put on his overcoat, and left the house
in no easy frame of mind, and the chill
dren went to the rescue of the mother,
who rang the bell and called up the
goodman from his Irritation with the
waitress below stairs
"Quick, Richard, follow Mr. Thistle
down he has gone to Delmonico's, ]
think ! If not, go to the Office. Follow
him, I say, and tell me where he goes
and who comes to see him p
"But, madam" ventured the man,
surprised at the orders, Mr.. Thistle
down may have"
''No, he hasn't he took no break
fast, and it's early. Begone, I say !"
She was melodramatic and positive in
her manner; she had caught an idea
knew that her husband sometimes break
tasted at Delmonico's. She owned the
carriage and horses, and she paid the
coachman, and so the coachman would
obey her orders implicitly.
And the irate Mrs. T. was right Her
husband thought more of his breakfast
than his dinner, and, under Mrs. T. s
domestic management, he had break
tasted at Delmonico's before, under
similar circumstances
AS he did not ride down town, he
went out from the house, reighted a
cigar at the drug store at the corner,
bought newspaper, and consumed ten
minutes In the operation, and then
started straight down the avenue, where
the coachman overlook him a couple of
minutes before he went in to give his
order, while faithful Richard waited
outside
But there was nothing but the chops,
coffee, rolls, and the newspaper no dis
covery whatever, and would not have
been but Mr.. Thistledown sent for
sheet of paper, and an envelope, wrote
note with lead pencil, and sent it to
the restaurant Office.
Richards eyes sparkled at the dis
coverd; he had something to tell at last,
and he watched the Anglo Franchise
clerk as he gave his directions to the
hall-boy, and the hall-boy started off
with the note toward Sixth avenue.
The boy took an upward-bound car
so did Richard, and after few moments
seated himself beside the messenger,
whom he knew from the frequent wait
ings which had been imposed upon him
upon opera nights, and sidewalk &C
quaintance so contracted.
/ Ye're bound forup-town in the early
mornin', Frank, " ventured Richard, by
way of inquiry at the beginning.
eyes, with note"
"Ye're to get an answer ?"
" No; only to leave it. % And the in
nocent messenger, who knew Richard to
be good fellow, handed out the note,
which was addressed to a lady living in
- street, and marked "In haste"
"Ye won't get back for an hour, away
up there" said the goodman. ''I'm
goin' up that way. I'll take it for ye"
Unwilling at first, the messenger
finally consented. He had been paid
half dollar for the service, and it suited
him to earn it more easily than riding
about in the cold so he gave the note
to Richard, sprang from the car, and
Richard followed his example at the next
corner, going direct to Mrs. Thistle
down with the note and bursting into her
presence with the air of military COM
mander who had captured citadel and
4 just reached headquarters to make his
report.
To say that Mrs. T. was still more
angry would be far too little in words to
do her Justice. Marital infdelity she
already suspected, but she did not sus-
pect an appointment at an uptown pic
ture gallery at two O'Clock that very day
las made Mr.. Thistledown's note-with
a pretty widow who was one of her best
friends and a constant visitor at the
house.
Mr. Thistledown had named the hour
the place-she knew the lady; and
now that the dreadful secret was discov-
cred she determined to follow the dis
covery to its bitterest end and denoue-
ment. ~
An hour later Richard had delivered
the note by proxy of the butchers boy
at the corner, and Mrs. Thistledown was
preparing to go out and to visit the pic
ture gallery about 2 o'clock.
A red dress, which she would have
despiSad to hova worn 1IpOO an ordinary