Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1879-09-03
JEALOUSY.
The Effect of an Advertisement.

1t was grand and gorgeous on the
first morning of spring. 1t is not
the tapping of the woodpccker in
the hollow beech, nor yet the nut.
chat humming at his breakfast, that
soft rap.a.tap.tap one hears. 1t is
only Mr. Ernest Black knocking oct
his pipe against the garden seat.
Happy man. to have such n
charmnook wherein to smoke the
early pipe. His comfortable man
sion of Shrublands, coSey modern
building, warm and roOmy, with
glass houses clustered about it, and
its convenient offices ut the rear,
lies on the slope above. In front
of him stretches n pleasant lawn,
and lie looks over upon "a sweet
river valley, bounded by purple
hills, reaches of water showing in
silver strcaks here and there. \
warm, pleasant little dingle encom-
passes the grounds sheltering the
house from the North and East,
and sloping down toward the South,
and here the first breath of new.
born spring is felt, and the first
green leaf of the year is seen on
the slender. white birch, whose
brown catkins are dying for love
of the earliest blossoms of the sea.
son.
Ernest thought that it was very
good TO he here, as he smoked his
pipe on his garden seat. But every
thing comes to an end. and by the
time he had finished his pipe and
knocked out the ashes n cloud had
come over the sun, the air was
chilled and the beauty of the morn
furnished. Ii was time, he found,
TO start for his train. He went into
the house to say good bye to his
wife. for he heard the carriage.
wheels grinding on the gravel as it
came round from the stables to the
door.
He seemed to he a happy fellow,
too, in his wife, who was u fair,
pleasant faced woman, of charming
HpuIc anu lull SplIlI.
IL didn't know you were going
away she said, n slight shade OF
veXariOn coming over her face.
didn't | tell you!' said Earnest.
IL intended to. shall be at home
for dinner. am only going to
town TO see the old masters. They
close this week.
"Ah. if You had told me in time
| would have gone with you."
To say the truth, Ernest did not
much care for company when he
WAS going TO look at pictures.
"Pity, ehi" he said, carolessly
putting his hand under her chin
and giving her a kiss. "Well, AN
other day, perhaps, Tottle'-her
name was Theresa, but her pet
name was Tottlc-''and then per.
haps can go shopping with lou.'
"But | particularly wanted to see
those pictures
"Why didn't you think of it be.
fore!"
"You should have told Inc you
were going
"Yes, it was stupid of me; how.
ever, there's no help for it; have
only Just time to catch the train.
Good. bye
And away he went.
Theresa sat down once more to
her book of household expenses, but
the totals ran in to each other, and
the same row of figures wouldn't
come to the same amount twice
running. 1t wasn't like Ernest, she
thought not to ask her to 60 with
him. He had never gone off any
where before without asking her to
accompany him il it were practica-
bic. His manner, too, was so cold.
What could be the reason Of i'll
She took up the newspaper to
distract her mind. She rarely
looked at the daily papers, but this
morning she felt uneasy, and could
not settle to anything. Suddenly
she sprang TO her feet with cry OF
distress.
She had taken up the outside
sheet of the paper, and thereon she
had read an advertisement:
"Constance to Ernest. To-day al
Victoria, IL noon"
! That was the reason, then, that