The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-11-25

Really don't know, be said. " ss
re&diag Sallhiags M EII813
I'm snre i'm not luquisiatse. AAsd 1rt,
Crawford. sod saG down the ooHee-pEh
wiih little HoaBoe only | always show
You my letters, WilliAml syh IN
I've only received one ietlef tAis issera
lug, said Mr. Crawford. " you'd Ake "a
share the pleasure of reading L, Jon can.
lie tossed her an envelope Within
which lay little folded papcr the
.bl1tbetsmonih account. 4te1 J1;.
Mn. Crawford poled ti.e bfii BACK fn-
70 l,s envelope. il was = yell0w enc.
That which she hsd seen ber husbasd
reaaihg hptl shs ielt sure. adeiieats pink
unge.
s,tall ,aeit l..-s.iod ,, = Nu. Gas sasa
had never felt suspicion dfher husband
before, bnt there was no chat over the
breakfast table that morning. The obh-
drcn we're neglected aud fretfnl; the
mother scoided them. The father gave
40 good bye kiss TO his wife; and when,
her early morning duties over and the
ichildreu of to school, Mrs. Crawford as
cended to the little sitting room she car,
ried as wretehed heart fhlher as cooId
well beat IN any woman's breast.
But ii was pink note, and lady's
hand, said Mrs. Crawford to herself; and
he bid it from me. The horror she felt at
opening his desk secretly, and as a burg.
Lar might, quite passed away. She wiped
her eyes with her handkerchief, and
plunged into certain box, which was
the receptacle Of odds and ends. Thence
she brought jinglng chain, with keys
strung upon il, little and big, iron and
brass, new aud rusty; keys Of closets,
and drawers, and trunks, and boxes /;
keys her grandmother bad had for her
store-room keys that belonged TO ber old
dolls bureau. Gathering them up in her
hands, she sat down before the desk aud
began 10 try one after another In the
lock. At last she found one that fitted.
She lifted the lid, and her eyes, red with
tears, saw the interior of the desk. There
was book, one her husband had been
reading the night before, from the edges
Of which protruded something pink.
Mrs Cra wford pounoed upon this with a
low cry. 1t was little envelope; from
il she tore note This Is what she
read;
Ny DEAR WILLIAM;--Fyel longed 30 10
see you all day BE sure chat you come
tonight. NHH tE .
With Kiss, yours always.
Mrs. Crawford gave little scream, but
she thought of the servants, and Testrain-
ed herself White as death she put the
note back into the book, locked The desk,
aud dropped the great chain Of keys into
ia box. Then she sat down in her rock
ing chair and swayed herself backward
and forward, and asked herself what she
should do. What, indeed Fifteen years
she had been married, and all this while
she bad been so happy. And now trou.
BILE worse than death had come. There
was no explaining this away. Her hus-
band had no sisters, no mother, no fe-
male friend or relative who could write
! such thing.
No, there was no explanation but this
dreadful one--he had been making love
to some one. Perhaps he had even two
wives. When men began TO be bad no
one could tell where they would stop.
When her husband came home he had
no suspicion Of the discovery she had
made. He looked at her much as usual
and he spoke first.
What's the matter, En-? The children
are not threatened with the smallpox
III they were dead Of It, William, aud
TOO, | should be glad, said the wife.
had rather be dead than feel as ! feel to
night.
Ny dear, never saw you this way be
i fore, be said. Are you ilI I'm afraid yot
are. so @s4& zee
lie came to her side and bent over her
She repused him. Then he, astonishet
aud angry, stood looking at her.
What am to understand from this
be said.
You know, William, she answered.
Look into your heart and ask yourself
An. William. | have been true wife 4
YOU, and good mother TO your childrel
for Is years, aud now you turn from m
for some younger aud prettier woman
{ You see know aH, William That not
,e excited my suspicion this morning.
!. don't know why women don't reaso
things ont like men; they know the trut
By instinct. ! opened your desk, and
read the note you bad hidden inside th
book Of poems, and don't know wh
She Is, and don't care; but you love al
other woman.
stlIl the husband stood looking at b
wife-the strangest look. lie did nc
n. approach her, nor did he answer her b
any word. After a while he said soft,
.si and quite to himself:
4, The little pink note n the book! Wei
10 he suiel Yes, yes aud she Is jeslon
Jcalou. cried poor Mrs. Crswior'
&. Thai's light word 10 me, and you use
lightly. lfs nothing tina, sou have bec
= - false 10 me--ihat you
Emma, said Toe man interruptius be
you make accusations very coolly; wl
40 YOU declare that have been false
yoof
A little ray Of hope sho, into the wifi
~ heart
Al least 700 have made love 10 a "
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