The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1874-03-13
A Wronged and Deceived Wife-A
Tragic Tale.

\ tired husband went home from his
work last night. and taking off his coat.
requested his wife 10 mend a rent in the
sleeve. then sank upon the sofa behind the
evening paper. Wife-like. she took up the
coat wcman-like. she dived into the
pockets. From the inside pocket she drew
forth a letter. directed. in delicate chiro-
graphy. TO her husband. With d~arkening
brow, she quickly took the suspicious
looking mis-ive from the envelope, and.
without noticing the date, began TO read
DEAR GEoRGE: I am lonely, on, 80 lonely,
sine You len the last Thursday night.
-Ah. ha, that Wa lodge night. he told
me = said the now thoroughly interested
woman, a. she glanced yiciOusly over az
her husband. who appeared 10 BE- just fall
ing asleep. -Oh, how can you sleep with
the weight OF this deep sin upon your But
Ill sec what more the brazen huZzy has
TO say, If il kills me- With one hand
pressed TO her throbbing heart. she read
on:
! know ! am foolish. darling, hut when you
Are away there SEEMS % b. q barrier between me
and all that i bright and lovely. Ihe sun
does not shine half - bright; the moon IL tot a
white spot In The sky, and The stars stare coldly
down, when yOa Ae not with me-, lord Of my
life and heart
Was II for this: was il for this =
moaned the unhappy wife.
Fortuse speed the day WIZ. we may - united
In those Indissoluble bonds that ARE sacred in the
eyes OF Heaven and earth
What mockery. Does he or she con-
slider that his VOWS made To me are not "a
cred: What are they going to do with
me, any way. | wOnderg Poison. perhaps.
oh. false. false. perfidious man, Oh.
wicked. hellish, designing wanton,- Still
the suffering woman read the letter.
though each word burned to ashes a thou
sand hopes and JOYS:
when We need no more meet ciandestinely. and
tcmbie IN each Others embrace
I'D make you tremble. if | had you in
ny embrace a minutei 80
when my head may be pilowed in safety upoa
your breast
~The fiendess,"
and your arms Irvine in loving pressure about
~Furies.-
and our ips smother the tender words that
would escape between Them
"Oh. the sirenic she-devil - Missed the
woman, a. she tried 10 keep down the boil
ing rage within her. She crushed the let
ter ia her hands. then threw IL upon the
floor and sprang upon il with her heels.
a. though IL were a snake. and groGnd il
into the carpet. Then with clenched
hrnds and compressed lips. .he strobe
rapidly back and forth across the room.
ever and anon making a move a If to
spring like a fury upon her husband. who.
with a paper over his face. was apparently
sound asleep. dreaming. perhaps. of the
wicked temptress that had come between
him and his fond wife. Presently a reac-
ton took place. and the vreiched woman
sank into a chair and found relief in that
blessed panacea for female ills-a food OF
tears.
Growing calmer after a while, she picked
up the rumpled letter, smOothed out the
creases. and with an air Of mingled despair
and resignation. looked for the signature.
Your ever loving and devoted, but poor. APP
prehensive-
What's ihis:--
Fluff ui-,ering birdie. A-p-A-ApA.
Why, bless me this Is one Of nv own
10 George. What a fool -"
4 sound from the sofa. first like escap-
Ing steam. and then like a car rafting DER
the stony street. assured her that her ri
iiculous actions had been witnessed by her
husband. Burning with shame. the fool
Ish woman flew 10 her room. and locked
herself In. and she Is almost as miserable
a. when she felt that she wa a
sronged and deceived wife.-Brns,-icker. !