Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1874-06-18
Folly Of Writing Love-Letters.

Folly Of Writing Love-Letters.
A tired husband went home from
his work last night, and taking off
his coat, requested bis wife to mend
q rent in the sleeve, then sank upon
the sofa behind the evening paper.
Wife-like, she took up the coat /;
woman-like, she Owed into the pock-
cts. From the inside pocket she
drew forth u letter, directed in deli
cate 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, 80
lonely, since you left me last Thurs
day night
"Ah, ali that was lodge night, he
told me," said the now thoroughly
interested woman, as she glanced
viciously over at her husband, who
appeared to be just falling asleep.
ooh, 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 throb-
bing heart, she read on:
II know l am foolish, darling, but
when you are away there seems to
| be q barrier between me and oil
that is bright and lovely. The sun
does not shine half 80 bright the
| moon is but white spot in the sky,
and stars stare coldly down, when
you are not with me, lord of my life
and heart"
"Was it for this2 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 GO
ing to do with me anyway. l won,
der? Poison, perhaps. Oh, false,
false, per6dious mani Oh, wicked,
hellish, designing wanton |" Still
the suffering woman read the letter,
though each word burned to ashes a
thousand hopes and Joys:
when we need no more meet
clandestinely, and tremble in each
others embrace"
"I'd make you trsmble if | had
you in my embrace r. minute
"When my head may be pillowed
in safety upon your breast"
"The fendessp'
"Anj your arms Irvine in loving
pressure about me"
"Furies |"
"And our lips smother the tender
words that would escape between
them"
"Ob, 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, az
though it were snake, and ground
it into the carpet. Then, with
clenehed hands ami compressed lips,
she strobe rapidly back and forth
across the room, over and anon
making move as if to spring like
fury upon her husband, who, with
paper over his face, was apparently
sound asleep, dreaming, perhaps. of
the wicked temptresH that had come
between him and his fond wife.
Presently a reaction took place, and
the wretched woman sank into
chair and found relief 10 that blessed
panacea for female ills--a good flood
Gf tears.
Growing calmer after q 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.
Your ever loving and devoted, but
poor, apprehensive-"
"What's thisl Flnt--fut-tering
birdie. A-d-s--Ada. Why, bless
me this is one OF my own old let
tiers to George. What fool L"
A sound from the sofa, first like
escaping steam, and then like q car
rafting Ger the stony street, assured
her that her ridiculous actions had
been witnessed by her husband.
Burning with shame, the foolish wo-
man few to her room, and locked
herself in, and she is almost as miser-
able now as when she felt that she
was q wronged and deceived wife,
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