Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-04-18
A WRONGED AND DECEIVED
WIFE.

n tlred husband went home from his
work last night, and, taking off his coat,
requested his wife to mend n rent in tho
sleeve, then sank upon the sofa behind
the evening paper. Wife-lilSe, she took
up the coat women-like, she dived into
the pockets. From the inside pocket she
drew forth letter, directed, in delicate
chirography, to her husband. With dark
ening brow she quickly took the suspi-
cious-looking missive from the envelop,
and, without noticing the date, began to
read:
"DrAR GEoRGE-I am lonely, oh, so
lonely, since you left me last Thursday
night"
"Ah, ha ! that was lodge night, he told
me-" said the now thoroughly
woman, as she glanced viciously over at
her husband, who appeared to be just
falling to sleep. "Oh, how can you
sleep, with the weight of this deep sin
upon you? But III see what more the
brazen huzzy has to say if it kills me-"
With one hand pressed to her throbing
heart, she read on:
81 know | am foolish, darling, but when
you arc away there seems to be barrier
between me and all that is bright and
lovely. The sun does not shine half so
bright the moon is but white spot in
the sky, and the stars stare coldly down,
when you are not with me, lord Of my
life and heart"
A" Was it for this? was it for ths?"
moaned the unhappy wife.
Fortune speed the day when wo may
be united in those indissoluble bonds that
are sacred in the eyes Of Heaven and
earth"
What mockory! Does he or her con
slider that his VOWS made to me are not
sacred? What are they going to do with
me, anyway, | wonder? Poison, per-
haps. Oh, false, false, perfdious man
Oh, wicked, hellish, designing, wantonw
Still the suffering woman read the letter,
though every word burned to ashes n
thousand hopes and joys.
When we need meet no more clan
destinely and tremble in each others en-
brace"
"Id make you tremblc, if / had you
in my embrace minuteW
When my head may be pillowed in
safety upon your breast"
The fiendessW
"Oh, the sirenic she-dovil I" hssed 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, rs though it were snake, and
ground into the carpet. Then, with
clenched hands and compressed lips, she
strobe rapidly back and forth across the
room, ever and anon making move as
il to spring like fury upon her husband
who, with IA paper over his face, was ap
parently sound asleep, dreaming perhaps
Of the wicked temptress that had come
between him and his fond wife. Pres
emily a reaction took place, and the
wretched woman sank into Il chair, and
found relief in that blessed panacea for
female ils-a food Of tears.
Grown calmer, after while she picked
up the rumplcd letter, smoothed out the
creases, and, with an air Of mingled de-
spair and resignation, looked for the sig
! nature.
Your ever-loving and devoted, but
{ poor, apprehensive-'
What is this Flut- Gut 49, torng
birdie. A-d-a-Ada. Why, bless me
this is one Of my own old letters to
George. What fool"
A sound from the sofa, like escaping
steam, and then like car rafting over
the stony street, assured her that her
ridiculous actions had been witnessed by
her husband. Burning with shame, the
foolish woman flew to her room, and
locked herself in, and she is almost as
miserable now as when she felt she was q
wronged and deceived wife.-Mtssouy,
BJnnSWicker.