The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1875-04-23
NOT A BIZ JEALOUS.

handsome sgd Allaire threw
t,'Xyn his morning paper with d ges-
"a AT NJ disgust. ssBahl i am ashamed
thot II DSk ks'x. It is astonishing to me
III an show SO little sense"
a;4a III 1,th; TN little wife, sitting oppo-
sa.'a;an s..u, Donl Se handsome breakfast
sudden % s,;,,r1;ss yPTnsa YER bright eyes in
why, what's nattar daav9I.
What have you reaSSn tSsl tSa = us1sS. .sa;' g
vex your" 'ns paPs1 n
"Why, Ethel, you ny ,,o,o o,,bor
Folie Simmons what 81 IN a.,s - Il. 4 !.
wife he had. They were C, ~; Il; II
only last season. Well, II sesa,s ~, !, Z
has grown terribly jealous d ~ ~, "A
fancies she's in love with her dr.
ing-master, and has left her, and sS
has gone home to her fathers, wlSle
he has gone to q hotel to board
"Well, oil that ID certainly Y very
sad; but, dear, you must not Judge
hastily. One can never entirely de-
pend on newspaper accounts, espe-
cially in family quarrels. Remember
there are always two sides to d ques-
tion; wait till you hear them both
before you Judge.
"Oh, I don't need to wait. / am
well enough satisfied in my own
mind now. I have no patience with
q man who is jealous lit is a weak
ness no true man will ever allow
himself to feel, much less manifest.
Can you imagine such q thing as my
being jealous Of you, Ethel?"
"Reasonl Why, Babie, you
couldn't make me jealous, whatever
you did,"
"Couldn't |? / shouldn't like to
try, for fear Of the result.
"Well, l give you leave to try as
soon as you please. When / mar
ried you, you became a part Of my
self, and I should as soon think Of
being jealous of myself as Of you"
"But, Sgd, I do think there is an
incipient germ Of jealousy in every
mans nature that needs very little
coaxing to sprout and grow luxuri-
antly; a single breath will blow the
spark into a fame"
"Not if a man be truly generous
and noble; but kiss me, Baby, /
must hurry down town. am late
now. Take good care Of yourself.
| shall be home at four"
The above conversation took place
in the cozy little breakfast-room Of
the prettiest little cottage in Ivy ter
race; and sgd Alaire and his charm
ing wife we're surely as happy a
couple as one could hnd. Although
they had been married more than q
year, a visitor to their home nest
would scarcely imagine tRe money
moon to be over, SO thoughtill and
attentive still was he-so loving and
devoted stu was she. II had oeen
eminently 2 loye-match, at winch
many Of their friends had wondered
many more had sneered-ior the
while remarkably hand-
some and q tnely educated man, ana
IN every respect noble Ieilow, was
only bank clerk on q moderate sal,
ary, while Ethel Lynde, the pelle ana
beauty OF the season, was the happy
possessor OF hundred thousand IN
her own right. But, as she very
truly said, so long as she loved Syd
better than anybody else, she
couldn't Tor the life Of her UNDER
stand what difference y made whAch
one Of them had the money.
So she married in spite Of them
all, and thus far had no reason to
repent her choice. She was indeed
q pretty picture as, after her hus-
bands departure, she went leisurely
from room to room Of her charming
house, striking few chords on the
piano as she passed; taking UP and
reading a few lines in the uncut mag
azine that lay on the table; feeding
and petting her birds, and watering
some pots Of exquisite flowers that
stood in the window Of her favorite
sitting-room.
Her low brow, light which
waved naturally and WAS carelessly
tied with blue ribbon to match the
color Of her eyes-her rosy mouth
and petite figure gave her an almost
infantile appearance; and yet, if one
would stop to study the face, he
would find very earnest expression
III the soft eyes, and that the rosy
lips were very firmly set together,
indicative of resolution and perse-
Ethel Allaine was no baby,
though the gentlest and sweetest Of
little women.
On the morning in question, as she
passed from room to room, one might
have noticed an unusual expression
on her face. while ever and anon
smiles would dimple her cheeks and
wreathe her rosy lips. Once, while
her maid was braiding her beautiful
i. H. fs;~1., launched aloYtd and