Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-04-11
| wRONGED AND DECEIVED
life.
The Folly of writing Love Letter..


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, hen sank upon
the sofa behind the evening paper.
Wife-Iike, she took up the coat;
woman-like she diyed into the pock
cts. From the inside pockets sne
drew forth letter, directed, in del
icate chirography, to her husband.
With darkeling brow, she quickly
took the suspicious looking missive
from the envelope, and, without no.
ticing the date began to read:
DEAR GEORGE am lonely, oh,
50 lonely, since you left me last
Thursday night. aF71
All, ha! that was lodge night, he
told me, and the now thoroughly IN
terested woman, as she glanced vi
ciously over at her husband who ap-
peared to be just falling asleep.
Oh, how can you sleep, with the
weigh 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 on her throb-
bing heart, she read on: 7-
| know | am a foolish darling,
but when you are away there seems
to be barrier between me and all
that is bright and lovely. The sun
docs not shine half SO bright; the
moon is but a white spot in the sky,
and the stars shine coldly down,
when you are not with me, lord of
my life and heart.
Was it for this 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 mockery! Does he or she
consider that his vows made to me
are not sacred What are they
going to do with me, any way, /
wonder? Poison, perhaps. Oh,
false, false, peridious man! Oh,
wicked, hellish, designing, wanton!
Still the suffering woman read the
letter, though each word burned to
ashes thousand hopes and joys:
i3 When we need meet no more
clandestinely and tremble in each
Other'S embrace
iPd make you tremble, if l had you
in my embrace a minute!
When my head may be pillowed
in safety upon your breast
The fiendness! " .sn ui
and your arms twine in loving pres
sure about me- iHo aH
Furies! ~ as
and our lips smother to the. tender
words that would escape between
them. -..FE" ....e
Oh the sirenic 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 snake, and ground
it into the carpet. Then with clench-
ed hands and compressed lips; she
strobe rapidly back and forth across
the room ever and anon making a
move as if to spring ike fury upon
her husband, who with. paper over
his face, was apparently sound
asleep, dreaming, perhaps, Of the
the wicked temptress that had come
between him and his fond wife
Presently reaction took place, and
the wretched woman sank into a
chair and found reliefin that bless
ed panacca for female bliss-a food
Of tears.
Grown calmer after while, she
picked up the rumpled letter, smooth
ed out the creases, and with an air
OF mingled despair and resignation,
looked for the signature. i-au sad
Your ever-loving and devoted, but
poor, approhensivt- So
WHAT'S this ? Flut-hut-terinq
birdie A-d-a-Ada. Why bless
me! this is one of my old letters to
George. What fool H. -.f
fl VS. ...s Isl.