Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-11-04

81 have copy OF the note, said
she, rising and putting her work
off her lap. at was very fortunate
that copied it," she added, hurry
ing into another room.
She unlocked the cabinet-drawer.
The paper was gone!
"Why, where can it be 2" she ex-
claimed, turning red and white, as
she commenced search. Her hus-
band laughed at her bitterly. .I Z
"Spare yourself any trouble,
Lulu !" exclaimed Hinton. "You
will not find what you never could
have had, of course"
"Jack-" Indignantly.
"You need not say a word; my
faith in you is gone," he answered
"Iush {! do not try to patch hp
the matter with any kind of story.
All was lost the first time you de-
ceived me. My God would I not
hope if could : but the evidence
is too damningw 81
Lulu stared at him, horrified,
Suddenly she sprang forward, and
caught him by the arm.
"Oh, Jack, do listen to me, L
can repeat every word of that un-
fortunate note"
AS lie made no instant objection,
she did so.
"Do you think / am a fool ?" he
said, looking cruelty into her eyes.
81 know that you took the note
out of my coat. pocket yesterday
morning, and read it! OF course
you would remember it. Good
heavens! it is burned in letters Of
fire on my brain !" a
"Oh, Jack, believe me ~ cried
Lulu, weeping bitterly. IS
"Believe your Do you think I
am an idiot, Lulu Did i not see
you this morning, fly up stairs to
a window, to watch for some one
the instant was gone Yes, the
very instant! You know that I
saw you, Lulu y 1910
Il"
"Silence! And do you think I
will believe it mere coincidence
that you were walking on H
Avenue to-dayl No! my eyes are
open now. You have deceived me
as long as you can. How hateful
you are to me, with your hypocrit-
ical tears Go out of my sightI
Leave me! For God sake, leave
me I"
Actually afraid of him in his
fury, Lulu retreated from the room.
Her husband did not follow her.
She passed the night alone. When.
morning came, she found that no
had left the house.
In the course of the day her
father came and took her home
having been requested to do so by
her husband. Husband and wife
were separated; the pretty home
was shut up.
The farce had become tragedy.
Six months later Jack Hinton
a most miserable man-decided to
sell his household goods and go
abroad. For this purpose an ap-
priser was admitted to the old
house. I
"Mice in the house, SIR" said the
man, taking up book whose pages
were badly nibbled.
al believe there are" replied
Hinton, absently.
"Lady's writing-desk and cabi-.
net-very nice thing. You don't
wish to reserve any of the things,
do you 7" RI. iiiw.
"Nothing," replied Jack, bitterly.
He now had opened the cabinet,
and was pulling out the drawers.
"By George! the mice have
been in here !" lafaais
He had pulled out one Of the
drawers, and in a cavity beneath,
was nest formed by those little
creatures, of bits of paper and
silk. Brushing out the handful Of
debris, and hesitating to throw IL
upon the velvet carpet, the ap-
praiser laid it upon the table.
Quite idly, Jack picked up one of
the scraps of paper, and looked at
it carefully. ravin =
IL was his wife's monogram.
He picked mp another.
There was word written upon
it; II was ANONYMOUS" ~
Then the blood slipped suddenly
out of Jack Hinton's face. He
gathered up the scraps with trem-
bling hand, and incoherently dis
missing his companion, then and
there peiced out the torn sheet. adi
II Was nc ha had exDected. tbe