The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-07-30
Reward of jealousy

young, and likewise had my love-
dreams, and also my share of trials and
tribulations relating to that distressing
evil, jealousy.
Well. shortly after my return from
college. l met and formed an attach
ment for Ethel Graves, a charming
little brunette with large brown eyes
fringed all around with jet iashes. the
daughter OF one of our neighbors, a
wealthy Southern planter. Being
neighbors, and our families being on
good terms, We were constantly thrown
together. and in due season my affec-
tions were made known. an, I am
happy to announce, we're fully -appre-
cisted; 80 we were betrCthed after the
usual fashion.
One evening, after having called on
my ladylove, there arose a question of
which she had been teasing me to tell
her, and having it in my power TO
tantalize her, | made use of the oppor-
tunity.
Woman's curiosity, said l, with q
shrug of my shoulders, and feminine
jealousy
Nonsense retorted Ethel, coloring
| suppose men are never curious or
| jealous either
Never, quoth l, with 4 smile of su-
periority.
Then you must tell me, Herbert:
l think. my dear, that your curiosity
and the other emotion need little dis
cipline.
Now why on earth l wanted to be so
provoking, / can't tell; the natural
perversity of man, most probably;
for there was no other reason; | wanted
to tease Ethel. so | withdrew into q veil
of impenetrable mystery.
She did not say one word more, but
turned quietly and left the room, and
as she disappeared through the ent
rance saw the downward futter of a
little slip of white paper from her
dress; now whether it was dropped un-
Intentionally or on purpose we will
leave for the readers to guess. Instinc-
tivly / stopped to pick it up, and, as l
stopped to pick it up, / could not avoid
reading the characters inscribed there.
on In a clear, masculine chirography.-
IL :3-Clark and Newton. No dis
appointment this time.
| felt the crimson flush II. G. mounting
to my temples as | read and re-read the
mysterious words, II. c. Didn't / re-
member that Robert Clark was Ethel's
second cousin and q provoking hand
some fellow at that? Had forgotten
that people used to think what a
handsome couple they would make, be-
fore stepped into the ring? r. e.
indeed And | clenchcd my fist in
voluntarily as | crumpled the paper
inside its grasp.
Whist are you looking for Ethel?
She stood with one hand resting
lightly on the door-knob. glancing un-
easily round the room, while there was
a guilty flush on her cheek.
THAT is-have you seen little
slip of paper lying about ?
No
| uttered the falsehood with delib-
crate calmness, even while the tell-tale
billet lay in my bands. So she was
anxious about it. She didn't like the
idea should have an insight to her
little arrangements with r. G. All
false and fair-all women are alike.
1t must have been something very
important | remarked, as she hur-
riedly turned over the books on the
table, still searching for the missing
treasure.
l suppose have left it up stairs,
she said artfully evading direct
answer. You are not going, Herbert?
am going. Goodnight.
Not until | was in my own room did
| open and re-examine the odious little
bit of paper. ll.3--of' course the
whole thing is as plain rs daylight.
To. day was the tenth of the month; it
was simply al appointment for the
morrow at three o'clock. l ground my
teeth as the truth flashed across my
brain. No disappointment this time
l would have liked to challenge Robert
Clark to mortal combat on the instant,
were it not that duels were entirely
out of fashion. What business had he
to lay down law to my Ethel? But
there was one consolation-William
Newton was my old friend; he would
not see me wronged, if he could help
it. and promptly resolved to appeal
to Willie for aid and justice / glanced
at my watch; nine O'Clock; too late to
see Mr.. Newton; who probably was at
his country seat long ere this. SO |
lighted the gas, aud sat down to chew
the cud of my own bitter meditations.
The more meditated on my injuries,
the more furious became, until, as the
clock chimed midnight, l took my final
resolve.
will not be made a fool of will
cast her off as unworthy of my love.
but will first possess myself of clue to
this mystery and accuse her boldly TO
her face.
So went TO bed, TO dream fitfnlly
all night of monster sheets of phos-
phorescent paper. with r. c. dancing
in scarlet Are all over its expanse.
Is Mr.. Newton in
Yes. Mr.. Newton was in, and one of
the clerks ushered me into the private
office, where my friend Willie sat look
ing over q huge pile OF letters.
Herbert Anderson Sit down. old
fellow; what good wind blows you here.
He drew out large armchair, but l
declined it.
Newton, want you to DO me
favor; will yeu!
Certainly. il can.
| looked UP at the clock; it wanted
inst fifteen minutes TO three, and |
hurriedly confided the whole story of
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