Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-10-18

Though he watched over her nealth
with extreme vigilance, and if she
looked pale or grew nervous and
sleepless, the tyraut directly turned
the key Of her desk put it in his
pocket aud walked off s
Things went on tranquility, even
blissfully, for year, Jack grow more
and more fond of his wife, for Garry
had traits that developed on acqualnt-
ance; and her lover had never known
half how bright, gentle and compan.
ionable she was. But Jack also had
reserves of character, and one was
an immense fund of latent jealousy.
Though, as yet, it had never known
what my poor old friend, Mile Mar
tel used to call Development was
all there
In Carry's new, happy, secure life
came a fresh impulse to her mind.
Her writings became more and more
vivid and interesting She grew in
to notice, and her relations with it
erary people, naturally led her into
society. Everybody liked her. She
was natural, sparkling and gracious,
and attracted both friends and ad-
mirers. Jack began to be uneasy.
He did not like to come home and
find the house redolent with boquets,
tributes from Carry's friends among
authors and editors, who had soon
found ont her passionate love of flow
ers. Neither did he care to avail
himself Of sundry concert and theatre
tickets politely proffered by the same
hands. And whc2 the-lQng expected
novel went to press, Jack ground MS
teeth Oh the visits that passed be-
tween his wife and her publishers,
and was fit to tear his hair when Mr.
henry Platt, Junior member Of Plat
Il Co, publishers, escorted Mrs. Penn
down seven squares in Broadway, as
the luckless husband well knew, eye.
ing them from an omnibus which bore
him to the Jersey City Ferry,on bust
ness not to be delayed a moment.
Garry was charming. The fresh
Spring weather lent her a bloom,
warm and bewitching, to her fair
face. Her dress was dark and plain,
to be sure; but il was also stylish,
and showed her exquisite figure to an
advantage, and the the fellow beside
her was one of the handsomest men
in New York. How many people
turned to look at them, and how hap
Ply they seemed. Jack would have
liked to knock him down, then and
there; but business is business, and
then those policemen /. What self
control they teach those tall crea-
lures with badges
When Jack came home that night
Garry told him, with beaming eyes,
how happy the day had been. Mr..
Henry Plat had come and taken her
to matinee at the opera house.
Such music, Jack! l was perfect.
ly bewitched.'
lin = growled Jack.
'And liked Janauschek 80 very
much. You can't think Mr.. Plat
is gong to send US passes to their
box next Tuesday, when she plays
Lady Dedlock. The Platts are all
going away to funeral, 50 it Vill be
empty.
Jack deyoutly wished Mr.. Plat,
Jr., going to his own funeral but
hadn't quite the heart to say So.
However. no such rood luck hapDen-
ed. Mr.. Plat was devoted to Garry
till he went, for the Summer, to Long
Branch and then when September
came, and everybody came back with
it, this constant youth appeared again
and again. For the novel had been
purposely delayed till Fail, and de-
manded much consultation, apparent
ly.
Now the truth was that Mr.. Platt
had fallen dreadfully in love with a
certain lovely little maid in Balti.
more, who coqnetted with him un-
mercifully and, having in a happy
hour, discovered that Helen Kennedy
was an old school friend Of Mrs.
PENIS, he confded his gnefs and
hopes to that lady with rather tedious
And Garry did not repeat
his tales of woe to Jack, simply be-
cause she thought the matter of no
Importance to him, and that Henry
Platt would dislike to have his senti-
mental secrets confded to another
man. Women are so different.
But Jack knew very we'll how often
the fellow was there, for Garry made
no secret of his visits and, while
even suspicious soul could find no
harm in such open secrets, stilI it
gnawed upon this commonplace
Othello that he must be shut up in a
counting room all day, while another
man carried flowers, fruit books and
his own handsome presence besides,
to the lovely wife at home.
But one day Jacks mind was sud
denly diverted from this rugged track
by an advertisement, flung in at the
office door, setting forth the merits
of type writer, "a new invention for
literature and business of all kinds
where writing was demanded. There
were the usual certificates, recommend
alton, puffs. 1t was warranted to
outwrite the fastest scrivener. to be
perfectly legible, in short to be a ne
cessity of life. Here was the thing
for Garry! Her arm already was
painful from long use. She had been
out with her novel. Here was the
very thing for Christmas present.
1t was expensive, to be sure but no
doubt would be economy in the end,
and there was 5000 laid away in the
Bank of Boots that his old grand
mother up in Maine, had left him
years ago Jacks mind was made up.
Pretty soon the novel came out,
and though truth compels us to own
it was not wonderful, still it was not
bad. Natural, simple, wholesome, il
had small sales and few admirers.
But Garry harvested little sum from
it, and did not say much about her
disappointment. She was able to
give Jack a nice, Christmas present,
and when the festival came, and she
wheeled luxuriant easy chair into
the parlor and presented it to her