Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1877-07-12
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THE WRONG POCKET.

would mend the lining ofhis new over
coat, if he would wear another ant
leave that at home. And so as he hat
left it, she took it from the hall-racl
and carried it into her sewing room
She was Mrs. Wilon, and she hat
been married five years, and never
never-during that time had one un
happy moment. Mr.. Wilton had beeI
very attentive, very kind, very gener
Gus, and never made her jealous. Sh,
often said that she was the happies
woman living. Now, as she looked a
the lining and compared the silk witt
which she about to replace the torn
portion, she was thinking these yer,
thoughts.
They had never had any children
but when people are all in all to eacl
other that is no very great grief. AL
her care WAS for hiln-all his care wa
for her.
" And he is just the dearest, bts,
truest feHow i'll the word" said Eve
Wilton to herself. I'm not hal
good enough for him. l wonder
what this is in his pockt-it bulges i
all out of shape" "
She put her hand into the breas
pocket as she spoke, drew out LITTLE
package, wrapped up i'll silver paper
and tied with blue ribbon.
Something he has brought for me
| expect" said Eve. Il woner what
it is. L think l wont open it unit
lie comes home;" then she laid til,
silk across the hole and cut it out
and basted it down.
wonder what it is" said she
Tom did mean to get me an opera
glass, know; but is not the shap,
of the parcel. 1t dosn't seem like {
book. 1t might be lace wound on ;
card-real la, e"
She looked at the package again.
Il do woder what it is" SAID she
and hemmed the patch down.
There wasn't much to mend after
all. | thought the tear much longer
He caught it on a nail at the Office,
know. Now | do wonder what there
is in that package.
Eve put the coat over chair ant
took up the little parcel.
Tom wouldn't mind," She said
II will just take a peep. I'm surl
it is for me.
Then she united the ribbon, un
folded the paper and saw that it con
tanned letters.
- Dem Tom" said she, 'he mas
keep my old letter next bis heart, an,
he never told me-"
But the writing was not hers, sh,
saw that Il glance.
Ills mothers letters" she said
He loved his mother so.
Then she lcgau to tremllc little
for the letters did not begin: MY
dear son." nor anything like it.
She cast her eyes over them. They
were lOvc-lcters.
Tom has loved some other woman
before he met me-" she said begin
ming to cry. ''Oh, wllat. .sBalI ! ,tdiai.l, dai,
Th, II she cried ~ ! o,nr ar c,nr.,
io9ilsAi aid he only loves me now
1t WAS all over before we met.
must not mind-but there she puscd.
gave Il scream and threw the letter
from her as though it had been a ser,
pent and had bitten her. 1t was dated
the past week. 1t was not four days
old. .
"Oh! oh! oh :" cried Eve, - Oh,
what shall do! Oh, where shall
go!" AT every cry a thought pierced
her breast like an actual stab. Tom
Iom. He to be false-Tom. Oh, |
have gone mad! No. There they
are. They are really thcrc-those
letters! Why do L not die, 10
people live through such things Us
these!"
Then she knelt down on the floor
10 gather up the letters, and steadily
read them through. There were ten
Of them. Such lovc-lettrrs such as
are always produced in court in case,
If breach OF promise. And the called
lim - Popsy WOpsy" and "Lovcy
Doyey," and Gown Sweetness" and
And angel of my Soul" and they
we're all signed, 4" Your own dear
Nellie"
1t is all true" said poor Eve.
Srineing her hands. :. And it is
worse than anything L cvcI heard of.
trusted him SO. l believed him 50.
My Tom Mine :"
Then wiped her eyes, gathered all
he letters, packed them up, wrapped
he silver paper about them, tied the
due ribbon, put them back III the
twful breast pocket OF that dreadful
,vercoat, and hung it on the hall rack
gain.
Tom shall never know" she said.
IN not reprOach him. will never
zee him again; when he comes home
shall be dead. l will not live to
pear this
Then she sat down to think over
he best means OF suicide. She
ould hang herself to the chandelier
With a windOw-bl cord, but then
he would be black in the face and
ideous. She could drown herself,
nut then her body would go floating
Iown the river to the sea, and drowned
,cople look worse than straugled ones.
She was too much afraid OF firearms
o shoot herself even in this strait.
,hewould take poison.
Yes, that would he best; and al
hough she would never see Tom any
more, he would see her, and remorse
would sting him. Here she made a
,reat mistake.
A man who is cody treacherous to
women never has any remorse. Re-
morse i'll love affairs is a purely femi-
line quality, and even the worst of
he sex are not without it. However,
is natural to believe that remorse is
to a man whom one has here
ofore considered to be an angel in
luman form, and Eve took little
L iserable comfort in the thought that
Tom would kneel beside her coffin and
)urst into tears and passionate eXcla-
nations of regret, which she perhaps
night see from spiritual post of OBJ