Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1874-03-27
A WRONGED AND DECEIVED
WEE.

A tired husband went home from
his work las: night, and taking off his
coat, requested his wife to mend aren't
in tile sleeve, then sank upon the scfl
behind the evening paper. .g'ite-like,
she took up the coat; w0man-like, she
tlived into the pocket. From the i'll
side pocket she drew forth letter,
directed, in delicate chirography, tu
her husband. With darkening brow,
she quickly took the suspicious looking
missiye from the envelope, and, with
ont noticing the date, began to read
DEAR GEORGE: am l"rely. oh. 40 lonely,
since you 4: mt last Thursday night.
"Ah, ha! that was lodge n;glic:, he
told me-" said the now thoroughly i'll
terested woman, a; she glanced vici-
ously over at her husband, who ap-
pearei to be just falling asleep. "Oh,
how can yOa sleep with the weight Of
this deep si,, upon you! But Ill see
what more the bislzcn huxzy has to
say, if it kills mc.7 With one hand
read OH:
know nm foolish. darling. Int when you
arc away there seems tn Ee u barrier between
me and I'LL that is bright and lovely. Tie
sun .l0es not slime half so bright; The moon
stare col,lly down, when you are MT with
me-. lord of my life and heart.
"Was it for this! was it for tlliss "
m0ane,l the unhappy wife.
Fortune speed the day when VIC may be
,,nt.sl in those intlis>Olublc bonds that are
81. red in the eyes Of Ilea9cn an.' esrtil-
"What mockery! Does he or she
consider that his VOWS made to me are
not sacred! What arc they going to
do with me, any way, l wOnler9 Pois-
on, perhaps. Oh, false, false, pcrfidoas
man! Oh, wicked, hellish, designing
wanton!" Still the suffering woman
read the letter, though each word
burned TO ashes thousand hopes and
j0ys:o
when We need no more meet claadcstincly.
and trellbie in each others embrace
"Td make you tre,nble, if had you
in my embrace minIt,! ~"
wl,cn my head may be pillowcd In safety
upon Your breast
~Thc fiendess!"
and your arms twine In loving pressure about
me
"Furics!"
and our lips smother the tender words that
would escape between them."
"Oh, the sircnic she-devil!n Missed
the woman, as she tried to keep down
the boiling rage within her. She crush
ed the letter in her hands, then threw
it upon the floor and splang upon it
with her heels, as though It were
snake, and ground it into the carpet.
Then with c!enchctl hands and CON-
pressed lips, she strobe rapidly back
and forth a.rOss the room, ever and
anon making a move as if to spring
like fury np0n her husband, who,
with q paper over his face, was appar-
emily sound asleep, dreaming, perhaps,
Of the wicked telnptress that had cQme
between him and his fond wife. Pres
emily reaction took place, and the
wretched woman sank into chairand
found relief in that blessed panacea
for female ill-a food Of tears.
Growing calmer after awhile, she
picked up the ramplsa letter, smoothetl
out the creases, with an air OF
mingled despair a. II gution, look
etl for the signature.
Your ever. loving and devoted, but poor.
spprrhensive-
"What's thisl1"
F!ut-Aut-:ering birdie. A-D-A-ADA..
AWhy, bless me! this il one Of my
ownletters to George. What afool I-
A sound from the sofa, first like e.
Gaping stcam, and then like car rat
tling over the stony street, assured her
that her ridiculous actions had been
witnessed BY her husband. Burning
With shame, the foolish woman few
TO her room, and locked herself in, and
she il almost as miserable now as when
she felt that she was . wr0nged and
wife.
WAITING for things to turn mp is
as well as unpr0fitr
abtoe Things win turn up jnst as.fast
and a often while y0u arc working -
while your arc waiting.
WAen u : young lady. ike . whales
When she's pcuting.