Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1880-01-02
NOT A BIT JEALOUS.
San Francisco Chronicle.


me that men can show so littl
| sense"
His pretty little wife, sitting op
posite, behind the handsome break
| fast service, opened her bright blu
eyes in sudden surprise.
"Why, what's the matter, dear
Wha: have you read in the paper t,
vex you?"
''Why, Ethel you must remem
Der Folie Simmons what a charm
ING wife he had. They were mar
ried only last season. Well, it seem
he has grown terribly jealous Of he
-fancIes she's in love with her draw
ing master, and has left her, and sht
has gone home to her fathers, Will,
he has gone to a hotel to board"
/ "Well, all that is certainly very
sad; tut, dear, you must not judge
hastily. One can never entirely de
pend Oh newspaper accounts, espec
| ally in family quarrels. Remem
Der there are always two sides to &
! question wait till you hear their
both before you Judge"
ooh, l don't need to wait. l an
well enough satisfied in my owl
mind now. have no patience with
a man who is jealous-it is a weak.
ness no true man will ever allow him.
self to feel, much less manifest. Can
you imagine such thing as my be,
ing Jealous of you, Ethel?"
81 cannot imagine my giving you
any reason to be, sgd, dear"
"Reason Why, Babe, you
couldn't make me jealous whatever
you did"
"COuldn't |? l shouldn't like to
try for fear of the result"
"Well, give you leave to try as
soon as you please. When mar
ried you, you became a part of
myself, and l should as soon think
of being jealous of myself as of you.
"But, sgd, do think there is an
incipient germ of jealousy in every
mans nature that needs very little
cOaxing to sprout and grow luxu.
riantly; a single breath will blow
the spark into fame"
"Not if a man be truly generous
and noble; but kiss me Babie, l
must hurry down town. am late
now. Take good care of yourself.
| shall be home at four"
The above conversation took place
in the cosy little breakfast-rOom of
the prettiest little cottage in Ivy
terrace and sgd Allaire and his
charming wife were surely as happy
a couple as one could find. AL
though they had been married more
than a year, a visitor to their home
nest would scarcely imagine the
honeymoon to be over, so thought
full and attentive still was he-so
loving and devoted still was she. 1t
had been eminently love-match, at
which many of their friends had
wondered, many more had sneered-
for The husband, while remarkably
handsome and a finely educated
man, and in every respect a noble
fellow, was only bank clerk on
moderate salary, while Ethel Lynde,
the belle and beauty of the season,
was the happy possessor Of hun
dred thousand in her own right.
But, as she very truly said, so long
as she loved sgd better than any
body else, she couldn't for the life
Of her understand what difference it
made which one of them had the
money.
So she married him in spite of
them all, and thus far had no reason
to repent her choice. She was in
deed pretty picture, as, after her
husbands departure, she went leis-
urely from room to room of her
charming house, striking a few
chords on the piano as she passed !;
taking up and reading a few lines
in the uncut magazine that lay on
the table; feeding aud petting her
birds, and watering some pots Of ex-
quisite flowers that stood in the
window of her favorite sitting-room.
Her low brow, light hair-which
waved naturally and was carelesSly
tied with blue ribbon to match the
color of her eyes-her rosy mouth
and petite figure gave her an al
most infantile appearance; and yet,
if one would stop to study the face,
he would find very earnest express
sion III the soft eyes, and that the
rosy lips were very firmly set to-
gether, indicative of resolution and
perseverance. Ethel Allaire was no
baby though the gentlest and sweet
est of little women.
On the morning in question as she
passed from room to room, one
might have noticed an unusual ex-
preston on her face, while ever and
anon smiles would dimple her cheeks
and wreathe her rosy lips. Once,
while her maid was braiding her
beautiful hair, she fairly laughed
aloud, and clapping her hands to-
gether, exclaimed, "Oh! it mould be
good joke. 1 have a mind to do
it."
"Wbat did you say, madam ?"
said her maid, gazing at her in aston
ishment.
'Nothing, Annstta," answered her
mistress; 81 believe l was thinking
aloud. | am going out and shall not
be home to lunch but will be in
time for dinner. If Mr.. Allaire
comes in, tell him l am spending
the morning with Mrs. Bascom.
Evidently she had some very anus
ing thoughts in her mind as she went
out to visit her friend. When at
last she was seated in Mollie Bas-
CONS cosy morning room, judging
from the peals of laughter which at
intervals interrupted the cOnversa-
tion, with "YOu see," and "You
know" and "Won't it be fun ?"
many times repeated, one might
have thought new opera bouffe was
under discussion, or at least fresh
comedy for private theatricals.
Quite as mysterious We're the part
ing words as Mrs. Allaire rose to 90,
saying, "Syd will be home waiting
Tor dinner. l can depend upon You
then ~
II III mort" replied her friend,
"shall we begin tomorrow ?''