The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1876-06-15
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A Wlte's Jealousy.

'-"N "N'S ~" ANdilup WueH
came upon You just now I" Mrs
Crawford asked her husband. You
looked very much Interested
Dir. Crawford 10 ked at her oddly.
"Really, { don't know" he said
"Was l reading anything r.
sim sure I'm mott induisiliyo, -
said aIrs Crawford, aud sat lown to
the coffee urn with 6ounce; "only
always SHOW you my letters, VIII
linm." 4
\'I'ye only received one letter this
in 2rning,' said Mr.. Crawford. III
yoil would like to share the pleasure
Of jreading it, you can
fHe tossed her an envelope, within
which lay little folded paper t.e
butchers monthly account.
Mrs. Crawford polipd the bill bacl
into its envelope. 1t WAS II yellow
one. That which she had seen hen
husband reading had. sho folt sure
n delicate pink tingc
IL all their married life Mrs
Crawford had mover had suspicion
OF her husband before, but there wa,
no chat ever the breakfast table that
morning. The children were neg.
lected and grew fretfnI. the mother
scolded them. The father gave M
goodbye kiss to his wife and when
early morning duties were. over and
the children Off to school, Mrs
Crawford ascended to the sittiuy
room, she carried as wretched d
heart thither as could well beat in
any woman's breast.
"But it was n pale pink note. and
o lady'a hand, said Mrs. Crawford
to herself and he bill it from me
The horror she felt at opening his
desk secretly, and rs burglar might,
quite passed away. She wiped her
eyes with her handkerchief and
plunged into 2 certain box, which
was o, receptacle of odds and on Is.
From thence she brought forth II
jngling chain, with keys strung up
op it, little and big, iron and brass,
paw aud rusty, keys of closets. and
drawers,' and trunks and boxes ;
kdys her grandmother hal for her
stSre-room keys that belonged to
be-. own dolls bureau. Gathering
thtm up in her hand she sat down
bebro the desk and began trying
ond after another in the lock. At
laseshe fonnd one that fitted. She
liftdi the lid. and her eyes, red " ith
tealb, saw the interior Of the desk
Theie was q book, one hor husband
had been reading the night before,
from the end of which protruded
igmething pinklike Mrs. Crawford
Houncsd upon it with low cry. 1t
vas q little envelope from it sho
tore note. This was what she
read:
MY pEAE WILLIAM I've longed
soto sees you,all day. BE sure that
yCh| como tonight. With kiss,
yours, always
Mrs. Crawford gave little scream,
bst,sbe thonght of the servants and
rettfsfned herself White as death
she put the note back into the book,
iocted the desk. aud dropped the
great chain of keys into its box,
Then she sat in her rocking chair,
and swayed herself backward aud
forward, and asked herself what she
sholld do. What, indeed Fifteen
years she had been married and all
that while she had been happy. And
powtroqble worse than death had
come. There was no explaining this
awsys . Her husband Ind no sisters,
no otpotAer. no female friend or rela
: tive Who could write such thing.
No, there was no explanation but
this Idrosdfal oue--he had been maxi
ing love TO some sne Perhaps he
hadesen two wives, When men be-
gan to be bad, no one could tell
where they would stop. fRN
When her husband camo homo he
had no suspicion of the discovery
pheaad made. He looked ~ BE-
muih e usual, aud he spy
Whats thi