The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1874-03-07

A wRONGED AND DECEIVED WIFE.
The Folly of Writing Love-Letters.

The Folly of Writing Love-Letters.
a tired husband went home from his work
last night, and taking off his coat, requested
his wife to mend a rent in his sleeve, then
sank upon the sofa behind the evening paper.
Wiie.like, she took up the coat; woman'like
she Owed into the pockets. From the inside
pocket she drew forth IA letter, directed, IN
delicate chirography, to her husband, with
darkening brow, she quickly took the sus
picious-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 Thursday night"
"Ah, hi! that was lodge night, he told me :
said the now thoroughly interested woman,
AZ she glanced viciously over at her husband,
who appeared to be just falling asleep. on,
how can you sleep with the weight OF TINS
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 thrObblng heart
she read on:
u know am foolish, darling, tut 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
white spot in the sky, and the stars stare
colby down, when you are not with me, lord
of MY life and heart"
"Was it for this? was i, 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, anyway,
| wonder? Poison, perhaps, Oh, false, false
perfdious man, Oh, wicked hellish, design,
lag woman" Still the suffering woman read
the letter. though each word burned to ashes
thousand hopes and joys
"When we need no more meet clandestlhe'y,
and tremble in each others embrace"
"I'd make You tremble if had you IN my
embrace a minutein
"when my head may be pillowed in safety
upon your breast"
The tiendess!"
land your arms Irvine in loving pressure
about me-"
"Furies"
land our lips smother the tender words that
would escape between them"
"Oh, the sirenic she-devil!" Missed 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 1t with her heels as though it
were a snake, aud ground it into the carpet.
Then with clenched hands and compressed
lips, she strobe rapidly back and torthsacrOss
the room, ever and anon making move as If
to spring like fury upon her husband, who,
with paper over his face, as appai emily
sound asleep, dreaming, perhaps, of the
wicked temptreSs that mad come between him
and his fond wife. Presently a reaction took
place, and the wretchcd woman sank into a
chair and found relief in that blessed panacea
for female ills--a flood Of tears.
Grown calmer after. aEwhile, she picked
up the rumpled letter smoothed out the
creascS, and with an air Of mingled despair
and resignation, looked for the signature.
Your ever loving ana devoted, but poor,
apprehensive-"
whats this! Flut-hut-tering birdie.
A-D-A-ADA. Why, bless me! this is one of
my own old letters toIGeorge. What a fool /"
a sound from the sofa, first like escaping
steam, and then like u car rafting DER 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 us miserable now as when she felt
that she was wrOnged and deceived wife
ByuHSrtcker.