Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-11-22
A sharp pang pierced my heart, a

| open tue tiny Sneet'
MY DEAREST JoHN:-Do 10.
fail to come tonight. am alone,
and shall look for you
could not read another word.
A blindness like that of death filmed
my eyes, a faint, horrible sickness
crept over me. Miss Dorcus had
told me the truth. John was un-
true to me. And I had loved him
SO!
crushed the fatal note into my
pocket, and caught my cloak and
hat.
"Come, baby" sobbed, driven
out Of my terrible pain, 1--WE will
go. When he comes he shall find
us gone"
gathered up the little one. and
wrapped her in heavy shawl /;
then we left our cheerful fireside,
and set forth through the pelting
rain.
"Wby, what in the name Of won-
der has brought you out tonight 7"
cried my father when we entered
the sitting-room. "And you've
brought the child, tool What's
upr
/ shrank down beside my mother,
and began to sob out my misery,
my head upon my breast.
"John untrue r repeated my
father. as that what you're driv-
ing att Oh, bosh, Jennie, you're
jealous, that's all. I don't believe
q word Of it. A truer, better man
than John don't breathe"
/ drew forth the crumpled note,
and held it toward him.
"He's gone every night" I sob
bed "and-and / found that in
his pocket"
Father pulled his spectacles over
his nose, and opened the note. A
minute, perhaps, he peered at 1t
curiously, and then he exploded
with laughter.
30, Jennie. Jennie, what sell 7"
he cried. "Whst . precious little fool
you are. Take this note and look
at it again. Did you ever see 1t
before :"
! took the note and looked at it,
wondering what he could mean
The name at the bottom Of the
tinted sheet caught my eye for the
first time. grew hot with shame
from head to foot. The letter was
my own written to John by my own
hands In the days of our courtship.
I fell upon mothers bosom and
burst into tears.
"Come, Jennie, gather up the
child and I'll go home with you,"
said my father. "Now don't you
feel cheapp
I did not: I only felt supremely
happy. Home we trudged through
the dark and rain. John met rs at
the door.
"Why, here you are, Jenny" he
cried. you've given me terri
bic fright. was just shutting up
to come in search Of you"
"She's not worth the trouble,
John" put in my father, and then
and there he blurted out the whole
story.
"Forgive, me john" I whisper
ed.
He bent down and kissed me.
"Nothing to forgive, Jennie
The fact is, I'm rather pleased to
see you care SO much about me.
Sorry to have made you suffer,
though. / was wrong; / should
have explained before, but you see,
Jennie, I wanted to surprise you.
But wen have IL ont tonight, I've
been doing q little extra work, you
see. / wanted the money to buy
anniversary gifts, and here they
are. To-morrow's the day. but to-
night will do as WELL"
He then put in my lap the glossy
brown silk that I had coveted, the
embroidered muslin for baby's
robe. I looked up with brimming
eyes.
"Oh, John, how good you are.
But let my happiness be perfect.
Miss Dorcus says she saw you
walk with"
eyes, she did," he interrupted,
"with old Mrs. Grimes. / built
her greenhouse; that was the ex-
ira work, Jennie"
Father laughed and buttoned mp
his coat.
you're q good natured husband,