The Van Buren press., 1875-12-21
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MISCELLANY.
A Wife's Jealousy.

That were you reading when cam,
in upon you just now Mrs Crawford
ashed her husband You looked very
much interested
Mr. Cawtord looked at her od Nv
Really | loa Know he sail
WAS | reading anything
Il IN sure l'm not inq1 sitvr." said
Mrs. Cr,w 'rt, All sat t1sn to the caf
Zee urn wit u lit 10 lJalc.. "Ohr Al
wHvs slpw r,u nv l.ttsfs Will am
I've onlv recelve ohe letter this
morning. sail Mr. Crawford. "Ifyoud
like To share tho pleasure of r.alinq il,
lay lille faded papur-rur
monthly account
Mrs Crawford poked the bill back into
it's envelope 1t was II yellow one.
That which she hal seen her husband
read ny ha,i, she felt slre, delicate pink
tinge
In ali their m ,rriel life Mrs, Crawfnrd
had never felt a suspicion Of her husband
before. bat there was M chat over the
tea breakfast table that III Irning, The
children were nesl dau,i grew fretful;
the mother scoldtd them. the father
gave no good bye kiss t. hi, wife; and
when. her early morning duties over AMI
the ch ldren uir To school. Mrs Crawford
assembled to the little sit ing room, she
carried as wretched u heart thi,her As
cuuld well beat in any wn,nal's breast.
| Bat it Mas pale pink nn'e. and a
ladv's hand" sail Ms Cr.sfp'l t, her
self land he hid it from me The hnr
row she fct at opening his lesk secretly.
and Il !, a burglar mi sht, quite passed away
She wiped her eyes with her hankerchirf,
and plunged into a certain box, which
was receptacle of od Is and ends From
thence she brought Ioltha a jingllng claln.
with KEYS strung upon it. little and big,
IRON aud brass. new and rusty; keys ot
closets. and drawers. and trunks. and
boxes; keys her grandmother had for
her sluleruom keys that belonged to
her own dolls bureau Gathering them
M, IN her hands. she sat down before the
desk. and began tn try one after the 9th
er in the lock. At last she found on
that fitted Sac lifted the i'll, and her
eyes. red with tears, saw the Interior al
the desk There WAS book. one hcI
husband had been reading the night he
fore. from the edge of which pr"tuaet
something pink, Mrs G awlord ponnced
upon this with IA low cry. /, was little
envelope. from il she tore note Thi,
was what she read:
My DEAR WILLIAM: I've longeh ST
To- see >oti. nil day. BE sure that vol
come tonight, With II kiss, yours, al
WAYS"
Mrs Crawford gave "A little scream. hu
she thought OF tnc servants and Restrain
ed herself White a. death she put tn
note back in lhr '"k. 'ckrd the disk
and dropped the great chain of keys lnt'
box Then she sat in her rocking
chair. and swaycd herself backward an'
forward. and asked b r>elf what sh,
should do What, indeed! Fifteen YEAR
she had been married. and nll this whil'
she had been 50 happy. Aud now tr"a
bic worse than death had come Ther
WAS no explaining this away Her has
band had no sisters, Go mother hp t.
male frien or relative who could Writ
snch n thing
No, there was 10 explanation but th
dreadful onc--hc had been making lnv
to some one. Perhaps lie had even tw'
=, wives When nai began To he bad n
i one could tell where they would st p.
When her husband came home he ha
no suspicion of the discovery she ha'
made He locked al her much as usua
aud he spoke first
Whats the m,tter, Emp The child
rem are not threatened with the small
pox z"
"If they were dead Of it, William. an
|. too, / should be he glad sBid the wifi,
IL had rather be lead, than feel AS fee
to night"
=" NV dear, neser saw you this wa
before" he said " Are you i'll? Ii
afraid you are
He came to her side and bent over he