Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1879-01-16

desperately in love. All the goo,
fairies seemed present at the festiva
of the heart. Not an evil presase
Two years altar the marriage shI
brought him a child, which is now al
most eleven years old. About eighr
months ago the rumor ran like a light
ed train of powder that Nine Y. hat
been surprised BY her husband in al
equivocal situation-and at the YER,
time when she vas lavishing upon hin
the most abundant signs of her ten.
derness. As a consequence of thi,
discovery tie pair separated. Night
before last the husband, after an alb.
sence of several days, came home
alone. Yesterday morning. corpse.
George Sand wrote a formidable
novel called Jacques. jacques p
fairly shook us all up when we were ff-
teen years old or thereabOuts. do not
know how a child or a youth of any
Imagination could read that prodigi
GUS and foolish book without becom-
ing possessed of the devil. 1t causes
the thought of suicide to haunt you F:
and the idea is brought about in the
simplest way. jacques loves his wife.
His wife has loved him and loves him
no more. A handsome youth with
tender eyes, flowing hair and warm
voice, the Don Juan of Gabriel Telles.
1t you please, comes along, and the
family hearthstone is shattered into a
thousand pieces. Jacques eompre-
hends that he is henceforth superlu-
Gus in his own house. He thinks tie
matter over, decides that he is amor
ously the inferior of the young man
whom his wife has chosen, p~ereeives
that he is an obstacle to the happiness.
Of others, and finally, leaving tie pair
to their own devices, he takes refuge
in death.
Had the young mar of whom !
speak Che was not more than thirty
ive) reached such a state of frightful
despair | do not know, and l should
deem it an insult to a broken family
to insist that everything is not right.
Dut IS IL mol horrible Z
THE CONCLUSION.
All, you who lead to the altar a
blushing young person, be sure that
you lay in a plentiful preliminary
stock of philosophy 1t won't do to
kill him it won't do to kill her it
wont do to kill yourself. 1t isn'tp pre-
cisely the thing to turn ones life into
a melodrama. | don't pretend to
know, but | think that a man of.
spirit, after having settled the little
affair at the Luxembourg frontier with
the lady's gallant - for that is, of.
course, the only proper and genteel
thing to do-would hold toward the
chit who had deceived him the fol-
language " My dear madame.
what you have been doing is very, very
silly. Pack up your things, please.
and take yourself off. The law, which
is benevolent but idiOtic, prevents me
from depriving you of my name. Keep
it. | do not doubt that you will write
with your diamond on the mirrors
of various midnight registering places.
will provoke much laughter on
the part of gilded youths, with disks
Of glass stuck in their eyes and hair
dressed like Capouls. But, really.
what do | care for all that? | love
you no longer you cannot make me
unhappy. | am an honest man; you
cannot make me ridiculous. GSec
Dumas fls. Therefore, my dear
madame, good afternoon. Look out
for the vehicles That would be
plain and sensible. But as for blood
shed Bah What would be the
use Of bloodshed? Are all our amor
Gus Mysteries worth the stroke of a