The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1877-05-17
EYES JEALOUSY.

EYES JEALOUSY.
She had promised him that she would
mend the lining of his new overcoat if
he would wear another and leave that
at home. And 80, az he had left it she
took it from the hall-Iack and carried
IL into her sowing room.
She was Mrs. Wilton, and she had
been married five years, and never
never during that time had one unhappy
moment. Mr.. Wilton had been very
attentive, very kind, and very generous,
and never made her jealous. She often
said she was the bappiest 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.
Sand he is just the dearest, best,
truest fellow in the world" said Eve
Wilton to herself "Pm not half good
enough for him. Iwonder 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
paper, and tied with blue ribbon.
Something he has bought for me, l
expect" said Eve. Il wonder what it
is. l think [ won't open it until he
comes home"
Then she laid the silk across the hole
and cut it out and basted it down.
az wonder what it is," said she. 'fTom
did mean to get me an opera-glass, /
know, but that is not the shape of the
parcel. II doesn't seem like book. 1t
might be lace wound on a card-real
lace"
She looked at the package again.
"I do wonder what it is" she said,
and h emmed the patch down.
"There wasn't much to mend, after
all" she said. " thought the tear much
longer. He caught it en- nail in the
Office, know. Now, do wonder what
there is in that package"
Eve put the coat over a chair and
took up the little package.
"Tom wouldn't mind" she said "I
will just take peep. Pm sure it is for
me-"
Then she undid the ribbon, unfolded
the paper, and saw letters.
"Dear Tom," said she, "he must keep
my old letters next his heart, and he
never has told me-"
But the writing was not hers; she
saw that at glance.
Hismother's letters" she said. "He
loved his mother So"
Then she began to tremble little, for
the letters did not begin "My Dear
Son." or anything like it.
She cast her eyes over them. They
were love-letters.
tom has loved some other woman
before he met me-" che said, beginning
to cry. "What shall doT'
Then she cried out:
"Oh, foolish, foolish creature that
ami or course she died, and he only
loves me now. 1t was all over before
we met. / must not mind" but
there she paused, gave a SCREEN, and
threw the letter from her as though il
had been a serpent and had bitten her
1t was dated the past week. 1t wa
not four days old.
"Ohl OIL ohi" cried Eve. "Oh
what shall do? Oh, where shall / 90 p
At every cry thought pierced he
breast like an actual stab.
"Tom, my Tom What shall l do
Toni Tom He to be false-Toml Oh
have gone mad No, there they are
They are really there, those letters
Why do not die7 Why do 1 not die
Do people live through such things a
these
Then she knelt dnown on the floor an
gathered up the letters, and steadil
read them through. There were ten q
them.
Such loye-lettersl No other in terprets
tion could be put on them Thev wer
absurd love-letters, such as are alway
produced in court in cases of breach {
promise. And they called him "Pops
Wopsy," and "Darling Parlingy." an
Lovey Dovey," and Gown Sweetness,
and Angel of my Soul" and they wei
all signed:
"Your own Nellie"
=" 1t is all true" said poor Eve, wrin,
ing her hands. "And it is worse tba
anything | ever heard of. trusted hil
no. l believed him 50. My Tom-mine
Then she wiped her eyes, gathered u
tne letters, packed them up, wrappe
the silver paper round them, tied tt
blue ribbon, put them back in the awf,
breast-pocket of that dreadful overcoa
and hung it on the hall-rack again.
"Tom shall never know" she sal
"Pll not reproach him. will new
see him again; when he comes home
shall be dead. l will not live to be-
this"
Then she sat down to think over Il
best means of suicide. She could hal
herself TO the chandelier with windo
blind cord, but then she would be bla
and hideous. She could drown herse
but then her body would go foatin
floating down the river to the sea, al
drowned people looked even worse tn
strangled ones. She was too much afra
OF firearms to shoot herself even in Il
strait. She would take poison.
Yes, that would be best, and thou
she would never see Tom again, he wou
see her, and remorse would sting hi
Here she made great mistake.
A man who is coolly treacherous
women never has any remorse.
Remorse in love affairs is purely
feminine quality, and even the worst
our sex are not without it. However
Is natural to believe that remorse is p
sible to man whom one has heretoft
believed To be an angel in human for
and Eve took little miserable conf
in the thought that Tom would KIN
beside her coffin and burst into tears a
passionate exclamations of regret, viii