Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1879-07-24

This is too provoking to human
nature but I cannot leave the little
wretch lay there and catch cold, so |
will throw his coat over his shoulders.
Mrs. Lula cast about her for the
garment her lord and master had dis
carded on his entrance, and she found
it lying on the floor, and, more Won
derful, a Russian leather pocket book
reposing beside it, evidently having
fallen from pocket Of the coat dur
ing its aria! flight across the room,
but still it did not resemble her hus-
bands unrretentious black money
holder.
What is that? Why, I do not
know that pocket book exclaimed
the astonishcd woman. Then, with a
wife's true instinct to her husband S
interest, she opened it. Good gra-
cous Greenbacks Five, ten, fif-
teen, twenty dollar notes. The little
wretch must have been gambling
gambling at the club. Well, Mr.. Lu-
la, it will be a long time before you
see this money again. | wonder what
other treasures this coat contains ?
A search of pockets revealed num-
erous ends Of cigars, a pair of pale
kid gloves, a scented handkerchief
and a letter--a woman's hand ! 1t
read
After periormance-Co. allie
With true fidelity to her sex, Mrs.
Lula gave a feminine shrek, and
sank into a chair after reading the
letter.
Simon Lula was partially awak'
ened by the shrek, and turning on
MS Slue, aSkeu
Did YOU speak, duckie" "
Receiving no answer, he raised him
self on his elbow and looked toward
the sharer of his woes and joys.
She was reclining motionless in the
chair into which she had fallen, and
ber peculiar position and silence
alarmed HIM to the extent of arising
from his recumbent posture and APP
proach her. He repeated his ques-
ton.
Water, water, came from the lips
Of his wife.
Why, she is going to faint
Sal volatile !
wait minute, my duck and the
anxious husband searched on the ta-
bic for the required drug. and to his
astonishment he saw lying in heap
the ends of halfsmoked cigars, a
scented handkerchief, a pair Of kid
gloves, and Russian leather pocket
book which Mrs. Lula had placed
there. His anxiety ceased foi the
hunt Of sal volatile, and he cogitated
thus:
Does my wife smoke? No. Does
she wear large, seemed handker-
chief, hemstitched. No, Does sac
own a brand new Russian leather
pocket book No. Bnt who IS the
possessor Of these things? Indisput-
ably man! O, Mrs. Simon Lula,
thou paragon of mans best treasure,
you have undone me. While l have
been a froicsome oyster, you have
been a frolicking too, and here is the
evidence of your guilt!
Water, water, moaned Mrs. Lula.
No water for me, madam, but
blood Where is he? who is he ?
he cried, shaking his wife by the
shoulders.
Who is she, you monster 2 assev-
Grated Mrs. Lula, with a sudden ami
nation, rising from her dropping po'
sition, and facing her irate husband.
She ?
Yes, she Coralie-after perform
ance-I know it ALL will write to
mamma tomorrow. | will have iii.
vorce, sir. I am Mrs. Lula no longer
Your seeming indignation is all
very fine, madam, but such subter-
fuge is too palpable.
'Subterfuge
Beyond a doubt. Explain to me
how these things came into this
house., rejoined Mr.. Lula, swooping
down on the articles of contention
with lis hand. Mrs. Lula laughed,
then shook the letter which she still
retained in her hand, in the face of
the triumphant benedict, saying: