The daily gazette., 1877-12-01
: HIS POCKETS.


dwindled to "my DEAR" an occasional
"darling," and very occasional "tootsey
love-" He read the morning p.pers at
breakfast, and the evening papers at
dinner. He had gone several times of
late to business without kissing her. He
had ceased bringing home alnut candy,
and he had even slapped the baby.
"And when good-natured, even-tem-
pered man like John Margerum,"
thought Mrs. Margerum, "slaps his own
innocent offspring for nothing more than
throwing the pudding and butter on the
floor, and upsetting the salt cellar into
the teapot, there must be something de-
cidedly wrong"
Could he be enthralled by the arts and
wiles of another woman? He had said
the other day that the highest type of
beauty was the blonde, and she had
brown skin, brown hair, brown eyes
no one could have been more brunnetty.
He had Joined a club lately-so he
avowed-and stayed out until IL O'Clock
every Tuesday and Friday evening. He
had taken TO whistling love songs and
reading poetry, and when she asked him
for simple ostrich feather Zone of those
that go all around the hat and enough
left to hang gracefully over the CROWN,
he had growled that he had no money.
Circumstances that looked awfully
| suspicious, and as circumstances gener-
| ally do, the more they we're looked at the
more suspicious they grew.
| But how to find him out in his iniqui-
ty-how gather conclusive evidence with
which to confront him with confusion as
with garment.
His pocketsl In the days when she
trusted him implicitly, and when he used
TO remain up long after she retired, read
| ing and writing Che had taken to going
to bed early for several months past, CIV
ing as an excuse that he wanted to get a
little sleep before the baby awoke him
by sitting upon his head at midnight,
whereas the dear child never sat npon
his head before in the morning-she
had never thought of them. But now
she was determined each night to inves-
tigate them.
Those inconsistent husbands, in spite
of all precautions, were always sure to
leave something in their pockets that
would betray them at last.
She had read of hundred cases, and
heard of hundred more, where a lock
lof hair, photograph, a woman's glove,
and, worst of all, note had led to di-
vorce, or at least a separate mainte-
nance.
So night after night when John Mar
gerum's musical snore proclaimed that ht
slumbered, his wife stole quietly from hi:
side, and in fear and trembling, will
| many furtive glances at the sleeper, i
| must be confessed (for John, like mos
= / I'D rKynC R1Qhdnct.
the man when he was mad), she careful
; ly and conscientiously examined th'
. pockets of his trousers, vest, undercoa
, and overcoat.
t A month went by and she had fount
nothing but flask, with more or less il
! it, handkerchief swelling strongly O
: beer, pair of gloves ditto, some coffe
4 beans, few cloves, piece OF flag root,
3 meerschaum, two or three cards pertain
d ing to hotels and restaurants, nigh
e key, and sundry silver and nickel coins
l. At last, Just five weeks after she ha
/, commenced her search, she felt that he
9 patience was about to be rewarded. i
a corner of the vest, between the clot
and the lining lit had slipped through
hole in the pocket, made there on pul
a pose, no doubt, these men are artful-sh
rt discovered the receipt of registered lei
g ter, which letter had been addressed
1t Miss Mary-Miss Mary (why those post
y office people write SO illegibly)-for th
: life of her she couldn't make out the SUI
. name, but Miss Mary somebody, at th
# very time he had denied her, his lawfl
i. wife, the simple ostrich feather.
70 "Deceitful wretch !" she said, betwee
g her teeth, glancing indignantly at the be
i where the "wretch" slumbered uncor
= sciously, "but [ have one proof of hi
/ perfidy," and she hid the postmaster's re
II !, ceipt in her work basket, "and I'll hay
e more, if it takes me all the rest of th
e winter to find them."
But she didn't have to wait all the re!
of the winter, for the very next nigf
3 John Margerum was snoring louder tina
y ever after the cloves, and the flask, an
sr the meerschaum, and the handkerchie
y smelling of beer, and the gloves ditt'
" and few other articles had tumbled oil
IS away down at the bottom of the brea
al pocket of the husbands overcoat, Mr.
J. Margerum found sealed envelope
IS rected to nobody. Straight to the garr,
she carried it; deliberately tore it ope
~ and read as follows:
l. NV b6dE6Sb Out. VhOOb lilo tb VI
Aquarium on Wednesday afternoon, an
le there we will spend some happy, happ
lg hours Together we will watch the gan
Dr. bols of the intelligent seal and look
ne the broad back of the interesting whit
1t whale. Together we'll gaze upon tt
:; Salmonese twins and the festive herm
- - crabs. Don't disappoint me. Be thei
ce at precisely 2, when the band begins
le play. Ever thine. RUMMY.
"a "Rummy," she repeated, with. IL
os o calmness of volcano, as she inserted IL
10 10 billet doux into another envelope, scale
al it and returned it to the breast pocke
you'll have the pleasure of seeing Mr.
~ Rummy, my dearest one."
n And shaking her little brown fist at I'll
4 dreaming slumberer, she laid her hea
on the pillow beside him and slept res
VI less sleep.
be Wednesday afternoon came, brig
st and beautiful.
as Mrs. Margerum arranged her silk tres
SIX es in the most coquettish and becomir
yn style, perched pretty, broad-brimme
H. black velvet b at upon them, and array
ho in her invisible green silk, with clio
polonaise and kid gloves to match, pr
IL pared t o meet the foe.
Il ILL roo hot