The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1878-02-14

JEALOUSY.

A Married mans Uruel ErEOr-lho HhppJ HUME
The Fair HOusemRid-The Shattered Hearth =
The Frantic HusbAnd-A Discovery -ROCOnCllln-
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IT'S the old, old story, with variations.
The scene of the first act is laid in the vi.
cinity of New Rochelle where a residence
was purchased last season by a wealthy
young business man ofthis city. He had
only been eighteen months a Benedict,
and his marital life was nearly perfect. In
addition to his wife, his household inclu-
ded the housekeeper, widow, and her
daughter, the housemaid.
So far as known, the widow was not
one of the sort against whom the elder
Weller warned Weller, junior. Her sin,
if sin it be, was that she was the mother
ofa very saucy, handsome and somewhat
free thinking daughter. This daughter
had many admirers, and as a matter Of
fact she had habit Of meeting at least
one of her lovers by appointment in New
York. She corresponded with her lover,
and, for the address Of her letters, she
combined her own name with the last
name of her mistress. So long as she was
careful to receive all letters for the fami.
ly, in person, no trouble resulted.
But one fatal day the master Of the
house was detained in the morning later
than usual, and happened to be at the
door when the postman came. What was
this2 A letter directed in bold but mas
culine hand TO Miss Lucy Austin. What
did itmean? Was his wife masquerading
as an unmarried woman, with a change
of her first name? In ....
A SUDDEN FIT OF JEALOUS TERROR.
He tore the letter open. The writer ask
ed her to meet him at Maillards at two
o'clock that afternoon. The demon had
entered his soul, but he decided to wait
till the appointed dhour, and then confront
her in the presence of her paramour,
Assurance became doubly sure when on
bidding his wife goodbye for the day,
she asked him for some money, as she
was going TO town to do some shopping.
The wronged husband,a little before two
O'Clock, entered Maillard' S and tooka Sc
cluded seat in the rear. While waiting
the coming Of the false one and her low.
er, he engaged in conversation with one
of the young women in attendance. He
piled her with questions as to the ladies
who were in the habit Of coming at that
hour. To his horror he was informed
there was a lady who frequently met a
gentleman attwo o'clock.
as this the one2' he asked, tragically,
pulling his wife's photograph from his
pocket.
"Ob, no, was the reply, this is moi
the one.
AT this very instant his wife, as if by
some strange fatality, entered the place
and seated herself at one of the tables
She had been shopping, was tired, and
came in for some light refreshment.
Unable longer to contain himself, and
forgetting the destroyer of his happiness
had not yet appeared, he rushed forward
to where his wife was sitting ,rudely pull.
ed her from her seat, upbraided her in
THE INcoHERENT RAWLINGS OF A MANIAC
And then dragged the terrified woman
into the street, thrust her into the carriage
ordered the hackman to take her home,
and then stalked away meditating dire
vengeance.
That night when he went home his
wife was gone. She had packed up ner
things and had gone home to her mother
who is a prominent lady living on the
West Side.
In due course of time she brought suit
for divorce on the ground Of cruelty, He
entered counter suit, charging her with
infdelity.
He left his housekeeper and her daugh'
ter in charge of the house at New Roch'
ellie, and has been living in the city dur,
ing the winter.
A few days ago he had occasion to visN
it his suburban establishment. 1t was a
kind fate that sent him there. BY singu"
lar coincidence the postman came while
he was there. There was letter to MISS
Lucy Austin" in the same accursed
hand as that which had ruined his life.
What could it mean? He tore it open.
The contents were almost duplicate oi
the first. While he was still reading ii
the housemaid picked up the envelope,
which had fallen from his hand.
THAT is my letter!" she screamed,s sud
denly snatching it from his hand.
"Your letter, miserable girl! What do
you mean"
She could not speak from confusion,
but terrified beyond measure by his looks
and words,
SHE FINALLY CONFESSED
She had been in the habit of meeting the
writer of it at Maillard's.
God forgive mel" he calculated, ,as he
rushed wildly to the telegraph office,
whence he sent message to his wife,
telling her the secret was discovered. On
the next train he flew to her arms.