The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-01-30
A TERRIBLE mIsrAKE.
A Husbands Unjust Accusations.
New York Star.l

New 1Ork Star.l
IT'S the old. old story, with variations.
The scene of the first act is laid in the
vicinity of New Rochelle, where a residence
was purchased last season by a wealthy
young business man of this city. He had
only been Is months q benedict and his
marital life was nearly perfect. I'm addition
to his wife his household included 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 of very
saucy, handsome aud somewhat free think
ing daughter. This daughter had many
admirers, and, as a matter of fact, she had a
habit of meeting at least one OF her lovers
by appointment in New York. She cores
ponded with her lover, and, for the address
OF her letters she combined her name with
the last name of her mistres. So long as she
was careful to receive all letters for the fam
lily 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 this? A let
ter directed in bold but unknown mascu-
line hand to Miss Lucy Austin. What did
it mean2 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 asked
her to meet him at Maillard's at o'clock
that afternoon. The demon had entered
hIs soul, but he decided to wait till the ap-
pointed hour and then confront her in the
presence of her paramount. Assurance be-
came doubly sure when, on bidding his wife
good-by for the day, she asked him for
some money as she was going TO town to do
some shopping. The wronged husband,
little before o'clock, entered Malllard's,
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waiting the coming ot the false wife and her
lover, he engaged in conversation with one
of the young women in attendance. He
piled her with questions as 10 the ladies who
were in the habit of coming at. that hour.
To his horror he was informed there was one
lady who frequently met gentleman at
o'clock.
pulling his wife's photograph from his
pocket.
ION, MOI" was the reply. "this is not 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 that the destroyer of his happiness
had not yet appeared, he rushed forward to
| where his wife was sitting, rudely pulled her
| from her seat upbraided her in the inco-
| herent rawlings of a mailman, and then
dragged the terrified woman into the street.
thrust her into carriage, ordered the hack
man 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 her things
and had gone home to her mother, who
| is 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
| infidelity.
He left his housekeeper and her daughter
| in charge of the house at New Rochelle,
and has been living in the city during the
winter.
A few days ago he had occasion to visit his
suburban establishment. 1t was kind fate
that sent him there. By a singular coinci-
dence the postman came while he was there.
| There was letter to Miss Lucy Austin" ir
| the same accursed hand as that which had
| ruined his life. What could it mean? He
| tore it open. The contents were almost a
| duplication of the first. While he was still
reading it the house maid picked up the en-
| velope which bad fallen from his hand.
THAT is my letterm she screamed, sudden
ly 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 receiving letters thus addressed,
and that she was In the habit of meeting the
| writer of il at Maillard's.
God forgive mel" be 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.