Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1875-07-15

hidden inside the book of poems, anG
l don't know who she is, and / dom
care; but you love another woman.
Still the husband stood looking a
his wife-tbe strangest look. HI
did not approach her. nor did he an
swer her by any word. After awhil,
he said softly, and quite to himself
The little pink note in the book
Well. to be sure. Yes, yes; and she
is jealous"
jealous cried poor Mrs. Craw
ford. That's a light word to me
and you use it lightly. It's nothing
that you have been so false to me-
that YOU"
Emma" said the man interrupt
ing her, "you make accusations very
coolly. Why do YOU declare that ]
have been false to you?'
A little ray of hope shot into the
wiie's heart.
"At least you must have made love
to woman before she could write Sc
to you"
He shook his head softly.
"Yes, / confess that" he said.
"This is more than / can bear,
sopbed the wife. Il am an idiot to
talk to you, but you must know my
resolution. We must part. Papa
will take me home, l will go to him
with my children, and you-you can
90 to her, whoever she is. l will not
share the heart that once was all my
own
81 don't think you were right to
open my desk as YOU did," he said
"but since you have found the letter,
I'll make clean breast of it. Love
is something that comes and goes at
will. / love that woman, and she.
poor girl, loves me. | suppose, If
you feel anxious to go home to your
father, ] must let you go. I'll write
to the old gentleman and explain
Good night, Emma" j"
Next day carriage stopped at the
door, and white haired old farmer
stepped from it. 1t was Emma's
father. Mr.. Crawford had been as
good as his word, and had written to
him.
ooh fathcr.' cried the wretched
woman, as sho clung to his arm. this
is a sad, sad endingot all my hopes y
"Yes, Emma said the old man
Crawford has told me all. 1t is very
dreadful; but YOU are coming home
to me, you know, and you cant re-
gret leaving him-a man that gets
love>letters from other women, En-
my"
Her mother took her in her arms
at the door; that was something but
after all she could not forget her
long, long wifehood. That night Mrs.
Crawford lay aaake and not likely
to sleep.
Awake, daughter asked a voice.
She answered: "Yes, tather-and
likely to be"
Then the door opened, and the old
man came III.
81 came to bring You this. Your
husband gave me this to give you.
It's about that woman that wrote that
note, and I'd read it tonight, if |
were you. I'll set the candle over
here. Might as well get over it at
once. Good night"
The same,queer look that she ha'
seen i'll all their faces startled Emma
Crawford again; but it passed from
her mind as she took up the thick
letter that had been laid upon her
pillow, and breaking the seal, found
within two small pink notes-one
numbered zone" and on the other
two" in black lead pencil; and an
other in her husbands handwriting ::
"My DEAR EMMA" it began; 81
think YOU know. She's a very nice
little soul, though troubled with jeal-
ousy, and | married her ID years
ago. | lived very near her during
courting days, and we wrote much
to each other. | had two little notes
only. Those kept The one num-
bered two was written on her return
from short visit. The other, num-
bered one, while she was absent.
The number two is the one you read.
| came across it that morning you
spied me reading it. shoul I have
told you had you not been so cross
But, when | was soft with the memo
ry of old couriing days, you snapped
at me. Emma, my dear, you have
forgotten your own little notes; but
if instinct had only prompted you tc
look at the dates, it would have been
better. Instinct always guides wo'
man. you know. Perhaps, on the
whole. you'll not care 10 stay Away:
with your parents, but may some day
forgive your husband, and return tc
him.
Yours. az ever. WILLIAM.
Father, do you think he can for
give me and take me back ?" said
Mrs. Crawford to her father next
morning. Il have been such an idi-
otw
81 don't know, I'm sure, my dear,
said the old man; and then he open
ed the parlor door, and some one
standing within it stretched out his
arm, and Emma Crawford rushed in.
to them. Her first fit Of jealousy was
over, and it was her last.
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