Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1875-10-28

You have never really seen picture OF
despair, and utter misery, and sore distress
and amazement, unless you have seen q
man, standing In the presence OF the wife
of his bosom, and OF the other members
Of his family, and reaching into his pocket
10 hand her letter that he had got out OF the
Postofiice for her, bring out OF the recesses
Of that inside pocket crumpled, rumpled,
creased envelope, once white, but now
looking Us though II had associated with
cigars for many long day, the very
Identical letter WHICH she had written To
her mother or some dear, dear friend six
weeks ago and given her perfidious nus.
band to mail. The very letter that he had
sworn thousand times he had mailed,
and even related little Joke that Post
master Sunderland got off about 1t, in or
der 10 prove that he had handed IL 10 the
Government In person. And there II IL IN
the unhappy husbands guilty hand, and
his wife's eyes start from their spheres as
she gazes upon the well-remembered al
though cigar. stained, address. She does
not scold; not she, the angel She does
not swear, as her husband would do in her
case and IN he does In his own mentally.
She does not get up and kick over the
piano stool and drown the trembling cal
tiff In q torrent of talk She only looks
at the letter and then at the man and says
"Wellpt And that man would rather
be swore ut for a straight month than
have that "wel' dropped on him. 1t
brushes him like pile-driver. There
are probably about 1000 ways of say
ing well, but only woman can
say 1t with the accent which belongs
10 1t under these circumstances. And
the wretched man starts to say about 100
things and doesn't finish one of them. He
feels that he has given himself away, TO
be sure. He would like the ground to
open and swallow him up, but the ground
appears 10 enjoy the play too well to spoil
il by taking away one of the stars. No
living man knows how the tableau ends,
because no living man has the nerve to
go through such a scene and keep his
senses sufficiently about him to recOllect
anything about IL after that "wellr' Is
| shot at him. But II is matter OF record
that the man mopes about and cuts cord
of kindling wood, and fixes that kitchen
| shutter, ard carries in all the e-pants
| and counts them To see how many brackets
| will be needed In that bay.window, and
| he puts up the hanging baskets and fast.
/ CHE tiN lbbsb SnNli III Hhuu dllL NttS
| the mouse. trap, and carries In stoye.wood
enough to last a month, and tries TO talk
gossip, and says he'll have Daubs come
around In the morning and grain the
front door, and he tries to be as good IA
he knows how, and finally, declaring that
he Is not sleepy, he sits up until after one
O'Clock, and breads going 10 bed worse
than the late Mr.. Rogers dreaded going TO
the stake, and when he does go, in fear
and trembling, he finds his deceived wife's
eyes open SO wide and tight that you
couldn't shut them with amonkey wrench.
And here we drop the veil over the dread.
tul scene. burlington Hank-Eye.
"A Boston man, somewhat accustomed
to missionary labor, recently called on an
aged woman who was on her death. bed,
and, after speaking in suitable terms, was
surprised by the rejoinder: heard that
you were at the door and wanted 10 see
you moment. | am too weak 10 talk or
to listen. cannot ask you TO pray with
me, but can you tell me II the --------~ com.
pany Is going Ia pay any dividend this
yeary" The interview was not prolonged.
Springfield (Hass.) Republican.
The fisheries in the Gulf of st, Law
renee this season have proved compare
tive failures 80 far as mackerel are con
anrnai