Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1874-04-05
A WRONGED AND DECEIVED
WIFE.
The Folly OF Writing Love-Letters.

N Eohlt VI "EltANH AONt-AlctltI8s
From the Missouri Brunswicker.
A tired husband went home from his
work last night, and taking off his coat,
requested his wife to mend a rent in the
sleeve, then sank upon the sofa behind
the evening paper. Wfe-ike, she
took up the coat; woman-hke, she
Owed into the pockets. From the in
side pocket she drew forth a letter,
directed, In delicate chirography, to her
husband. With ~darkening brow, she
quickly took the suspicious looking
missive from the envelope, and without
noticing the date, began to read:
DEAR GEORGE am lonely, oh,
so lonely, since you left me last Thurs
day night"
"Ah, ha! that was lodge night, he
told me-" said the now thoroughly in
terested woman, as she glanced vicious
ly over at her husband, who appeared
to be Just falling asleep. "Oh, how
can you sleep, with the weight of this
deep sin upon you? But I'll see what
more the brazen huzzy has to say, if it
kills me-" With one hand pressed to
her throbbing heart, she reads on:
81 know / am foolish darling, but
when you are away there seems to be a
barrier between me and all that is
bright and lovely. The sun does not
shine half so bright; the moon is but a
white spot In the sky, and the stars
stare coldly down, when you are not
with me, lord of my life and heart"
"Was it for this3 was it for this?"
moaned the unhappy wife.
Fortune speed the day when we may
be united In those indissoluble bonds
that are sacred In the eyes of Heaven
and earth"
What moekeryl Does he or she
consider that his vows made to me are
not sacred? What are they going to do
with me, any way, / wonders Poison,
perhaps. Oh, false, false, per6dious mani
Oh, wicked, hellish, designing, wan
toni" Still the suffering woman read
the letter, though each word burned to
ashes a thousand hopes and joys:
when We need meet no more clan
destinely and tremble In each others
embrace"
I'D make you tremble, if 1 had you
IN my embrace a minutel"
"when my head may be pillowed In
safety upon your breast"
1.-THE iendess! ="
"and your arms twinein loving pressure
about me-"
"Furies !"
"and our lips smother the tender words
that would escape between them"
"Oh, the siren.c she-devil !" Kissed
the woman, as she tried to keep down
the boiling rage within her. She
crushed the letter In her hands; then
threw it upon the floor and sprang upon
it with her heels, as though it were a
snake, and ground it into the carpet.
Then with clenched hands and COM
pressed lips, she strobe rapidly back
and forth across the ROOM, ever and
anon making a move as if to spring
like a fury upon her husband, who,
with a paper over his free, was ap-
parently sound asleep, dreaming, per-
haps, Of the wicked temptress that had
come between him and his fond wife.
Presently a reaction took place, and
the wretched woman sank into a chair
ana found relief In that blessed panacea
for female ills-a food of tears.
Grown calmer after a while, she
picked up the rumpled letter, smoothed
out the creases, and with an air of
mingled despair and resignation, looked
for the signature.
Your e loving and devoted, but
poor, apprehensive-"
What's this! Flut-hut-tering
birdie, A-d-a-Ada- Why bless mel
this Is n of my own old letters to
George. What a fool L"
A sound from the sofa, first like es-
Gaping steam, and then like a car rat
ting Ger the stony street, assured her
that her ridiculous actions had been
witnessed by her husband. Burning
with shame, the foolish woman flew to
her room, and locked herself in, and
she Is almost as miserable now as when
she felt that she was a wronged and de-
ceived wife.