The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-06-12
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81 IN mot your darling, sir! a moment
later, and you would have found me gone
forever"
"But NV dear wife, didn't have your
permission to remain out till IL o'clock
Here il is" / drew from my pocket paper
Containing these words: know all men that
grant my husband Charles the right to re-
ma away from his home from till IL p. m.
May l. Lydia Ferris" The clock had just
st uck II.
''Oh, Charles" and my wife's grief at
length found sOlace in tears. "Oh, Charles,
If you had loved me you would not have
stayed away till the last minute. You know
YOU wouldn't. Before we were married you
were always an hour before the time. And
now--now-I am so unhappy"
She lifted up a face rosy even in the rain,
and shot forth a glance that would have
pierced less gentle heart than mine with
remors5.
''No, sir she said firmly, as my penitencs
essayed kinder argument than words: mo,
SIR, L shall never let you do that again as
long as you i've"
''MigDon," ! replied, imprisoning one lit
tie rebel band in mine, you know nothing
but deed of charity could have kept me
from you one moment"
Il don't believe it: men are so deceitful,"
and she cast down he eyes with the soften
ing air OF one not unwilling to be per
suaded.
The task, indeed, was not an inviting one.
''SnOwfire,' the pet name of my wife, was
the sweetest and most tantalizing woman in
the world. Cold, furious, sensitive, naughty,
loving, hating, every thing in a minute and
always charming.
At length | succeeded in coaxing my
wifes curly head to rest upon my shoulder.
Bending over her, / was pouring thousand
caresSing words into her ear, when her
fingers pressed themselves into the furry
cloth of my overcoat and picked something
from 1t.
what is il, dear?' 1 asked.
My wife made no answer, but held up
long hair 10 the light looked AZ il q moment
and gave loud scream.
looked at the hair; it was black and my
wife's hair by fatal non-coincidence, was
of a rare golden color.
Don't touch me- she cried, tearing her
self from my arms and looking & me mo-
ment with whitening scorn. Don't touch
me. 1 despise you"
Then her pride gave way and her signs
and tears redoubled.
Now, my worst enemy would confess that
it was hard, just L had gained an anchor
age, to be swept from the river into the
stormy sea. All my wits, 4 sc8nty remnant,
at once sDrang forward in the desperate hope
of equaling the occasion.
Have you nothing TO say?' cried my
wife, without checking her tears. II shall
pack my trunks tonight; oh, you wretch!'
All literature, | replied with a grave
face anxious to gain time, 'ali literature,
darling. may be briefly ascrlbed as the pro-
duct of domestic unhappiness."
Il don't want any of your truisms," she
sobbed. What have they to do with this
hair? Oh, wish l were dead. | VISA I were
dead"
My remark has a great deal to do with
that hair. darling-everythin in fact You
know what a wretched life Edward King
leads?'
Whose hair is that?' cried my wife fran
tically.
II am coming to that" 1 replied sternly.
elf you will permit me to do so. But if you
interrupt me again 1 will not say another
word. Ruin yourself and me if you wish
because you are too light to listen to any
thing except your own folly"
Speak, Charles" she said; ''speak, 10
heavens name, and give me the rest of hap
piness or despair"
edward King" l began again, twas. as
you know, when he married, engaged 10
business he was young, popular and sue
cessful; but his wife made bis life impOssi
ole She would in his absence surprise his
otfice, read his private letters. and 0allyrack
all the women shea saw there till widow
were almost afraid TO go to the Home Secur-
ity Life to get their policies
up town 1t was the same thing: If Ed
ward ventured TO the theater, to a party, 10
call on bis cousin, his wife's tongue paved
his path with adderS What could the poor
fellow do? Fortunately he was well edu-
Gated and versatile. Despair took pity on
him and opened keyhole for his escape; he
became writer he lett the world to live in
books.
For a while he lived in peace; but what
will not woman's jealousy accomplish?
His wife suddenly imbibed love for letters.
For what ohjeci2 Edward discovered too
soon. One day, opening choice novel, he
found half its leaves gone; another and an
other, the same thing. The truth flashed
across him. His wife had read through bis
library. and, wherever she had found
woman's name, had torn the page from the
book. A week ago Edward, unable longer
to endure his tyranny, fled and"
Did he kill himself?' asked my wife, dry
ing her tears.
HE would doubtless have done so, but.
unlike the rest of our family, he was brought
up very strictly IN the Roman Catholic
faith He left letter in which he stated
that he was writing book. and should hide
himself for mouth. His wife was ia d.
spair; she searched everywhere for him.
detectives penetrated places where mouse
could not enter; but all her attempts wer.
in vain This morning L received a Letter
Charles, be secret. Call at - Bowery' l..
knew Edwards handwriting. was delight
ed TO Il arn-"
You never told me-" and nv wife's
mouth pursed itself iDtO pOuting rosebud.
Il knew. deaT, and | could not have blani-
ed you, that your kind heart could not have
keDr such secret from his anxious wife,
lyon think. sir, because tell you every
thing that l can't keep secret. / shall
never tell you one thing again"
i knew / was IN the wrong, so / wisely re-
Trained from further argument, and contin-
ued my narrative.
II at once came up to town, gained your
leave OF absence in writing and fastened TO
Bowery. What was my surprise on reaching
the number 70 find the-er-ouiside of the
building-er-covered with huge pictures
of-eh-the mammoth anaconda, the fat
woman, the-er-mosquito evolutionist.
mistake or hoaxY Edward was a gentle