The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-05-26


disgrace you forever p'
essay that again." she gasped-" say
that again p
"Isn't it clear enough? Can you not
comprehend? Itell you that you are an
infamous, abandoned woman, unworthy
to live-I tell you that l have in my pos
session the proofs of your faithlessness with
another-of your love for him-your false
hood to me-now are you answered mad
am now can you understand"
"Mr. Lennox, you have lied % She had
not stirred made no movement then, but
no gesture could have portrayed the depth
of scorn which pervaded her whole person
as she spoke. 81 do not know what you
mean--I do not know if you be mad, or
cowardly, despicable villain, seeking to rid
himself of wife grown tiresome but what
you have said is a base calumny-a miser-
able falsehood, too contemplate even to
deserve refutation."
"And you say this to me when l hold
written evidence of your treachery? Do
you suppose that am to be duped by arts
like these ?''
eff you have evidence, produce it, said
she-let me hear your accusation, but l will
listen no longer to this language. am
innocent of any charge that you can bring
heaven and my own conscience acquits
me of any sin except that of bestowing a
single kindly feeling upon man so cow
ardly."
81 WONDER" continued he, the heaven
you call upon does not strike you dead
cannot understand how you dare
81 have already said, interrupted his
wife, that will not hear such language
accuse me before an open court, and in the
rage, but you shall never again have the
power to insult me thus--Mr. Lennox,
farewell p
She moved toward the door without cast
ing another glance upon him, very pale,
but composed and cold, growing more
beautiful in her stern indignation, with a
power and majesty in face and mien beyond
the might OF words to describe. Even tie
tumult raging in that mans breast was
stilled for moment as he looked upon
her.
"Stsp," he said, in changed tone, do
not go yet--we must have farther explana-
tion.'
No more is necessary" she replied,
I" do what you will, but at least can pro-
tect myself from farther insult"
He threw himself between her and the
entrance, his passion reviving fiercer and
more terrible than before.
"You shall not go till you have heard all
then wear that look if you cam"
"Let me pass, SIR"
He caught her arm with muttered curse
and drew from his coat letter.
"Read that p ne exclaimed, thrustiBg
it before her eyes, "and explain it if you
can.'
She released herself from his grasp, and
her arm fell almost helpless to her side
from tho violence with which he had seized
it, but she uttered no sound of complaint,
and gave no evidence of suffering. She
unfolded the paper and glanced over it's
contents-it was letter apparently in her
own handwriting, and signed with the
playful name that her husband had once
given her.
"My God - broke from her white lips
the paper fell from her nerveless hand and
rustled to the hoor-she followed it with
her wild eyes but uttered no other word.
"Are you satisfied now, madam Did
l not say had proof! Look at this, and
if you can, deny that it is yours" he said,
with hoarse laugh, snatching up the pa
per and striking it with his clenched hand.
"You are silenced at last-will you reject
this evidence?"
Z" never saw that letter before, SO help
me heaven ~ she replied.
Foole And the writing-the signature
bah %
"True, true - she muttered, "my God,
help me, for believe am going mad"
She put her hand to her head and stagger-
ed to a seat--a thousand voices seemed to
echo her husbands frenzied laugh. BE
lieve me, oh, do believe me-that letter is
not mine %
"Not yours p exclaimed the husband,
stamping the letter under his feet, and
looking fiercely around as il in search of
something. "Nor this, nor these per-
hapsi"
lie strobe toward table in one corner Of
the room, on which small writing desk
was placed, still locked as It's owner had
brought it from her town house.