Connecticut western news., 1877-03-02

BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

She had promised that she would mend the lining of his new overcoat, if he would wear another and leave that at home. And so, as he had left it, 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-never during that time had had one unhappy moment. MT. 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. --.-...s+ 4.eT . 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 eAnd he is just the dearest, best, truest fellow in the world," said Eve Wilton to herself. s'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 a little package wrapped up in silver pa per, and tied with blue ribbon.
 s'Something he has bought for me, l expect," said Eve. 'I wonder what it is. l think l won't open it until he comes home;' then she laid the silk across the hole and cut it out, and bas- ted it down.
 ''I wonder what 1t is," said she. "Tom did mean to give me an opera glass, know, but that is not the shape of the parcel. It doesn't seem like g book. It might be lace wound on g card-real lace"
 She looked at the package again.
 ''I do wonder what it is s?' said she and hemmed the patch down.
 "There won't be much to patch aftei all,'' she said. "I thought the teal much longer. He caught it on a nai at the office, know. Now do wonder what there is in that package"
 Eve put the coat over chair and took up the little parcel.
 "Tom wouldn't mind," said she, sl will just take peep. Pm sure it is fol me.''
 Then she undid the ribbon, unfoldet the paper, and saw letters.
 s'Dear Tom," said she, ''he must keel oIl IoA |, ,s1 T. never has told me-"
 But the writing was not hers; sin saw that at glance.
 'sHis mothers letters," she said. ''H loved his mother so:''~
 Then she began to tremble little, fo the letter did not begin ''My dear son, nor anything like it.
 She cast her eyes over them. The, were love-letters.
 "Tom has loved some other woman before he met me-" she said, beginnin! to cry. "Oh, what shall do?" The she cried out: "Oh, foolish creatur that am! Of course she died, and h only loves me now. It was all befor we met. 1 must not mind" but ther she paused, gave a scream, and threN the letter from her as though it ha been a serpent and had bitten her. was dated the past week. It was nc four days old.
 "Ohl ohi ohr' cried Eve. "Ot what shall I do? "Oh, where shall go?" At every cry a thought pierce her breast like an actual stab. "Ton my Tom! WhatshallI 1 do? ? Tom Tom He to be false-Oh, have I gone mac No. There they are! They are reall there-those letters! Why do 1 n' die! Do people live through sue things as these?''
 Then she knelt down on the floor an gathered up the letters, and steadil read them through. There were te of them. Such love-letters! No oth, interpretation could be put upon then They were absurd love-letters-such are always produced in court in cas of breach of-promise. And they call' him s'Popsy Wopsy," Darling Pa ling,'' 'Lovey Dovey," and "Gw Sweetness,'' and "Angel of my soul and they were all signed "Your oN Nellie.''
 cit is all true," said poor Eve, wrin