The true northerner., 1873-02-14

1t had been written by lady. There
was no question of furs involved in its
meaning, and he was thrown off his
guard 10y her manner, and just angry
enough TO smart under what he consid-
cred nm 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 2
Well, that is cool !" 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 III, to have
il oslt.
Mr.. Z. 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
il did TO the gentleman against whom
! the blow was directed, and without n
word, except muttered sentence, sound
isg very much like Confound you =
Mr.. Timothy Thistledown left the room,
put on his overcoat, and left the house
in no easy frame of mind, and the chill
dren went 10 she rescue of the mother,
who rang the bell and called up the
coachman 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, | say, and tell me where he goes
and who comes to see him :!
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, 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. L. 5
domestic management, he had break
tasted mt Delmonico's before, under
similar circumstances.
As he did not ride down town, he
went ont from the house, relighted
cigar at the drug store mt the corner
bought a newspaper, and consumed ten
minutes III 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 "A
sheet of paper, and an envelope, wrote IA
note with lead pencil, and sent it to
the restaurant Office.
Richards eyes sparkled ut the dis
coverd lie had something to tell at last,
and he watched the Anglo-Francaise
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 All 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 a sidewalk ac
quaintance so contracted.
Ye're bound for uptown in the early
mornin, Frank ventured Richard, by
way of inquiry at the beginning
Yes, 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 lady living in
- street, and marked "In haste.
" Ye won't get back for an hour, away
up there" said the coachman. m
goin up that way. I'll take it for ye.'
Unwilling mt 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 "A citadel and
Just reached headquarters to make his
report.
To say that Mrs. 7. 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 pie
ture gallery at two o'clock that very day
AS made Mr.. Thistledown' note-with
pretty widow who was one of her best
friends and 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
coyery 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 ont and to visit the pic
ture gallery about o'clock.
A red dress, which she would have
deSDiSed To have worn UDOu an ordinary