Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-02-21
Eve.
By MARY KYLE DALLAS.

She had promised that she would
mend the lining of his new overcoat, II
he would wear another and leave that
at home. And so, as he had left 1t, she
took it from the hall-rack and carried
it into her sewing-room.
She was Mrs. Wilton, and she had
been married five years, and never
never-aeyer during that time had had
one unhappy moment. Mr.. Wilton had
been very attentive, very kind, very
generous, and never made her jealous.
She often said she was the happiest
woman living. Now, as she looked at
the lining and compared the silk with
which she was about to replace the torn
portion, she was thinking these
thoughts.
They had never had any children, but
when people are all in all to each other,
that is no very great grief. All her
care was for him-all his for her
"And he is just the dearest, best,
truest fellow in the world" said Eve
Wilton to herself. "I'm not half good
enough for him. wonder what this is
in his pocket-it bulges it all out of
shape"
She put her hand INTO the breast
pocket as she spoke and drew out
little package wrapped up in silver pa
per. and tied with blue ribbon.
Something he has bought for me, l
expect" said Eve. 81 wonder what ii
is. [ think | won't open ii until he
comes home;" then she laid the silk
across the hole and cut it out, and bas-
ted it down.
81 wonder what il is" said she.
"Tom did mean to give me an opera
glass. know, but that is not the shape
of the parcel. Ii doesn't seem like a
book. 1t might be lace wound on
card-resl lace"
She looked at the package again.
81 do wonder what il is?" said she,
and hemmed the patch down.
sThere won't be much to patch after
all" she said. Il thought the tear
much longer. He caught it on nail
at the office, know. Now / do wonder
what there is in that package"
Eve put the coat over aehair and took
up the little parcel.
.sTom wouldn't mind" said she, 81
will just take peep. I'm sure it is for
me-"
Then she undid the ribbon, unfolded
the paper, and saw letters.
Dear Tom," said she, che must keen
my old letters next his heart, and he
never has told me-"
But the writing was not hers; she
saw that at glance.
"His mothers letters" she said. "He
loved his mother So"
Then she began to tremble little, for
the letter did not begin ''My dear son,
nor anything like it.
She cast her eyes over them They
were love-letters.
''Tom has loved seme other woman
before he met me-" she said. beginning
to cry. "Oh, what shall / dof" Then
she cried out: "Oh, foolish creature
that am, OF course she died, and h'
only loves me now. 1t was all before
we met. must not mind" but there
she paused, gave a scream, and threw
the letter from her as though il hat
been a serpent and had bitten her. 1
was dated the past week. 1t was no
four days old.
"Oh. oh! OH" cried Eve. ooh
what shall do? ''Oh, where shall
go?" At every cry thought pisrce'
her breast like an actual stab. "Tom
INV Tom, What shall ] do? Tom Tom
He to be false-Oh, have [ gone mad
No. There they are! They are reall.
there--those letters! Why do l no
die! Do people live through sucI
things as these?"
Then she knelt down on the floor an
gathered up the letters, and steadil
read them through. There were tel
of them. Such love-letters. No othe
Interpretation could be put upon them
They were absurd iove-letters-such a
are always produced in court in case
of breach of promise. And they calle
him "Pcpsy wopsy," Darling PaI
ling" "Lovey Dovey," and CIV
Sweetness" and "Angel of my soul,
and they were all signed "Your ow
Nellie.''
sit is all true, said poor Eve, wiring