Connecticut western news., 1877-03-02

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 Then she wiped her eyes, gathered up the letters, picked them up, wrapped the silver paper about them, tied the blue ribbon, put them back into the awful breast-pocket of that dreadful overcoat and hung it on the hall-rack again.
 .''Tom shall never kDow,' she said. ''pn not reproach him. I will never see him again; when he comes home I shall be dead. will not live to bear this.'
 Then she sat down to think over the best means of suicide. She could hang herself to the chandelier with win doW-blind cord, but then she would be black in the face and hideous. She could drown herself, but then her body would go floating, floating down the river to the sea; and drowned people looked even worse than strangled ones. l She was too much afraid of firearms to shoot herself even in this strait. She would take poison.
 Yes, that would be best, and though she would never see Tom again, he would see her, and remorse would sting him. Here she made great mistake. A man who is cooly treacherous to women never has any remorse. Re morse in love affairs is purely femi- nine quality, and even the worst of our sex are not without it. However, it is natural to believe that remorse is pos sible to man whom one has heretofore believed to be an angel in human form, and Eve, took little, miserable com- fort in the thought that Tom would kneel beside her coffin and burst into tears and passionate exclamations of regret, which she, perhaps, might see from some spiritual post of observation. So, having put on a hat and a thick and around the corner, to the nearest German druggist.
 The druggist was an old man, bene- volent-looking one, with red cheeks and smiling mouth; and when she asked for Fspoison for rats," he said |: s''So!" and beamed mildly upon her.
 -4''I want it very stl ong," said Eve. i'"Sop' said the druggist.
 f'But not to give more pain than is necessary" said Eve. .-# .~
 gro the rats" asked the druggist.
 F'Yes," said Eve, "of course; and it must be quick, and not make one black in the face." f@- "=
 ESQ.," said the druggist, slowly. ''Wen," what shall give you shall not make de rat black in de face." .. ..
 And with a grave countenance he compounded powder and handed it | across the counter. ..
 Eve took it, paid the few cents he asked, and walked away. Once home she went at once to her room and un- dressed herself and retired to bed, talk ing the powder with her. Once or twice she tasted it with the tip of her tongue, hoping it was not very disa- greeable. Then, finding it sweet, she bravely swallowed it.
 "It is over," she said. "Oh, Heaven forgive me, and forgive Tom."
 And then she laid herself down upon her pillow. Just as she did so, the fa- miliar sound of a latch-key in the door below startled her. Tom never came home at noon-but there he was now l; no one else but Tom could walk in in that cool way, and now he was calling her.
 s'Eve-Eve-Eve-where are you?'
 Never before had she refused to an- swer that voice. Why had he come to torture her dying moments? Hark-
 Now he was bounding up the stairs. He was in the room.
 "What is the matter?" Are you i'll, Eve?" he cried.
 "No," said she, faintly-"only tired" "Ah! You look tired, little one,' said he. ."I came home to get the over- coat. I suppose you've found out by this time that that in the hall is not mine. I wore Johnson's overcoat home from the office last night by mistake and he is anxious about it. He asked me if there was any one in the house l who would be apt to meddle with pa. pers or anything in the pockets. I said I thought not. hadn't "a jealous wife \ -eh? Whats the matter, Eve?"
 "Oh, Tom! !" cried Eve, hysterically I ''Oh, Tom, say it again! It was no F your coat? Oh, Tom, kiss me-"
 "Why, what is the matter, Eve?' cried Tom. s'You must be ill I''
 Then Eve remembered all. 3 "Oh, am wicked woman. Tom ' e she cried. There were letters in thu pocket-love letters. I read them. e thought you false to me. IT took poi
 son, Tom. Pm going to die-and I long e to live. so. Oh, Tom, save me!'
 "Yes, yes," cried Tom. "Oh, goot r Heaven! what poison?"
 v "Mr. Hoffman will know. l bough
 it of him. Perhaps he can save me r y cried Eve.
 And away went Tom, as white a n death, to the druggists around the COT 2 ner.
 n He burst into the shop like whirl e wind.
 e ''The lady!" he gasped. "The lad. e who bought poison here an hour ago e She took it by mistake! Can you say W her? Have you an antidote? She d dying!" It 'tNo, no!' said the old German. "B '' calm be at rest! No, no! she canpc
 die of dat. When lady ask me fo l, poison dat will not turn rat black i l de face, I say to myself SO: q smell 'd someting;' and I gives her in de pape n, shust little sugar and something's. Sh could take pound. Go home and te |! her so. I never sells poison to woman y dat cry and do not wish de rat to becom ot black in de face. So-be calm l'' :" So TomSflew home again, and Eve r,