Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1874-10-17
A TRAGIC FARCE.

uown at Applcdore Shoals there was a
great scandal set atloat one Summers day,
right in the height Of the season, and it
was whispered on the piazzas, talked over
on the sands. and dilatcd upon in my lady 5
chamber, until the sulject was woven
threadbare.
"Really, LULU said Jack Hinton to lis
wife, 81 don't want to hear anything more
Of that affair. | have had designations for
breakfast, anonymous notes for dinner, and
pistols for supper, for the last three weeks,
and l have had enough of the matter.
Please dont tell ne any more
Bat, Jack, Mrs. M.icllcur says that the
anonymous note WAS a regular Latched-up
story
"AnonymOus notes usually arc.h
Mrs. Hinton rocked herself, while the
pink coral drops in her ears sNayel against
her pret,icr pink checks.
81 say, Jack"
"Yes, Lulu,' looking up from the New
York paper.
''lt you should receive an anonymous
note, saying that | was untrue to YOU, what
should you do?'
81 should treat it with the contempt it
would deserve. | shoull 90 nothing what
ever"
And YOU wouldn't he at all troubled or
the least bit jealous Of some unknown
riyal?'
81 thank heaven" said Mr. Jack Hinton,
laying down his paper, and speaking with
emphasis, that whatever other faults |
may have, jealousy is not one Of my ialings.
No, Lulu, should never be jealous of
you.'
Bat the sweet face of the little pink-and-
white woman dimplcd all over with ro-
gui~h snie.
The season was nearly ended, and three
days later found the young couple at home
in their own city residence.
After Mrs. llinton's Fall shopping was
done, there was little to interest her Time
sometimes hung heavy on her hands.
You remember the old coupct:
''Satan finds some mischief still
Fo! idle hands TO do
Well, one dull Fall day found Mrs. Jack
rapidly Scrihblmg short note. Having
copied it and carefully locked away the
copy, she ran out to the nearest post Office
box, mailed the note, and came back with
mysterious air.
Mrs. Hinton had written an anonymous
communication.
She was very busy with her own thoughts
she was quietly sewing in composed man
ner by the fire.
Dear me, jack" she said, yawning,
"what a very dull day :"
Hinton did not reply, but threw himself
upon sofa, and lay staring at her
"Why didn't you come home to dinner,
Jack?" asked Mrs. Hinton, carefully turn
ing her hem.
II didn't feel very wcll-busy," replied
her husband, incohcrently.
Going out this EVENING""
"No," quickly.
''Ilow glad shall be to have my hus-
bands society this long evening""
A look, half pleasure, ha.r poignant an
guish, passed over Jack ilinton'S mobile
face. lie did not speak, but seemed to
writhe upon his couch. His wife saw. For
a moment the twinkle in her eye gave way
to an expression Of repentance for the wicked
little game which was such fun for her, but
almost death to him.
"lf he will only confess that he is jealous,
I'll tell him the truth and not tease him any
more" she said to herself
She heard her husband draw Il long weary
sigh.
Aren't you well, Jack?"
"Oh, yesr'
'You don't seem to be very cheerful"
'Oh. yes, am - calling the little dog
FideIc, who, when she had come, lay upon
his breast, licking his face
"I'm afraid something has happened to-
day which troubles you"
For a moment he did not answer.
"BuSincss has been very good to-day. |
believe heard my partner say So.'
"And has there nothing occurred to worry
you?"
"Why?" frctfully, "Do | seem so very
unpleasant this evening? Don't you enjoy
my society,""
Dear me, Jack yes. But you really
have worried expression. We'll, come to
tea dare say you arc not we'll"
1t shocked her, when they came to the
I;,,Ltc IF tho tno- hic IN GOO that her huS